The ginseng fruit tree in the yard fell dead leaves in the bleak cold wind. While eating the steamed buns in his hand, Zhaoyue looked outside the yard thoughtfully and muttered intentionally or unintentionally: "Your letter to Chunyuan Shangshen has been sent to Santuchuan by Heitanzhao."

Fu Chen raised his eyes, looked at her side face, and said "um", then felt something was wrong again, and pondered for a moment: "It's not a letter from home, don't talk nonsense."

Although the Supreme God of Chunyuan is like his own relative in his eyes, he is still his master after all.

The woman in white was once on Ruoshui Peak, arrogant and slender, standing at the huge gate of the palace, carrying the brilliant divine light of Kunlun Palace, has become a deep image in my memory.

Fuchen remembered every little detail, preference, and even a little paranoid living habit of Master, but he didn't think that writing letters to her was a letter from a family.

From the bottom of my heart, the Supreme God of Chunyuan is the insurmountable mountain range he admires and cherishes.

The fallen leaves were rustling and the breeze was rustling. Zhao Yue's hand holding the steamed buns stopped in the air. She glanced at the figure gradually approaching outside the door in a bit incredible way, whispered "Huh" and looked at Fu Chen in surprise.

He was in a daze and looked over. He saw Mo Chuankan wearing black clothes, carrying a small box of snacks, walking over from the bluestone road outside the door with his hands behind his back, expressionless.

Fu Chen was puzzled and folded the letter in his hand and put it into Qiankun bag.

Afterwards, when Zhao Yue was frowning when she saw that she had steamed buns in her hands and had a mouthful of not swallowing it, she couldn't help but frown.

This woman is really ungrateful.

Mo Chuan stayed at the door for a moment, bent down slightly, greeted Zhaoyue, who was sitting in the yard, then walked past the threshold and walked straight to opposite her.

The star anise lunch box in my hand was placed on the white jade table, and the red carved lid was opened with a click.

There are a few snacks inside, exactly the same as those made in Yunxiaoxian Medicine King Valley.

Zhao Yue stretched her neck and looked straight over. The first plate on her face turned out to be the jujube cake she praised endlessly. She shrank her neck and smiled: "God, are you?"

Mo Chuan reached out and placed the two plates of snacks inside on the table one by one. He was blunt to sit down in front of her: "I heard that Yue Zun likes several snacks from the Nine Heavens. There is no difference between Kunlun Palace and the Nine Heavens here, so I brought two plates."

The low magnetic voice made Zhaoyue feel relaxed and happy, and she laughed unconsciously: "The God of God is intent!"

In fact, the god Mo Chuan did not first meet Zhao Yue. In the battle of the Wasteland, he and the 20,000 heavenly soldiers and generals of the Crown Prince Fuchen were separated by about thirty kilometers. Before the war started, he had not received the deployment plan that Fuchen, who was the leader of the Heavenly King, should have sent it early. He was suspicious and rushed to the wasteland with rushing.

As soon as I stepped foot, I saw the demon clan floating corpses thousands of miles away and wailing everywhere.

A lingering piano music sounded in my ears, as if it had touched the heartstrings of mountains, rivers and earth, and it rippled on this wasteland from all directions.

When the Battle of the Wasteland ended, Zhao Yue was wearing a Xuantian Star Dress, with red lips as blood, and her skin as coagulated and frosty as she was tall and shaking the sky and the majesty that was high and shaking the sky and the earth were still imprinted on Mo Chuan's heart, although she only saw it.

Looking at the once extremely strict and harsh and taciturn god Mo Chuanakami, he almost unimaginably carried a basket of snacks and delivered them to Zhaoyue in person. Looking at Zhaoyue's obviously wanting to eat, Fu Chen's face was hard to cover up and was not so beautiful.

Almost stared at the woman in front of her, she looked at the woman in front of her and took out a piece of jujube crisp, put it in her mouth, showing a happy look, and exclaimed: "This is delicious, this is much better than Yun Xiaoxian's place!"

Seeing her satisfied look, Mo Chuan smiled slightly: "If Yue Zun likes it, you can still make some other snacks for Yue Zun when you are free in a few days."

Zhaoyue was stunned and turned her head to look at him: "Is this what the God of God did it himself?"

Almost at the same time, Fu Chen, who was originally standing beside him, leaned forward with a grayish-faced look, separated Zhaoyue's gaze to Mo Chuan, took a piece from it and stuffed it into his mouth, and then turned his mouth against his will: "It's just that."

After saying that, he turned his head with a bad look and looked straight into the eyes of Mo Chuankan's god.

As a man, how could he not feel the unkind look? Mo Chuan raised his head slightly like a winner and smiled and said, "It really doesn't look that much like what I made."

Zhao Yue stuffed the remaining small piece into her mouth and shook her head: "No, no, no, the God of Heaven has misunderstood. The teacher of the Heavenly Clan in my eyes has always been a bit mean and old-fashioned and shameless about affairs outside of Taoism. I didn't expect that the God of Heaven could actually do such a good snack, which made me admire him very much."

While saying that, he picked up another one: "Sweet but not greasy, crispy and loose in the mouth, and a delicious meal."

Even Fu Chen, who was in front of him, who was sandwiched between the two people's eyes and said "It's just like that", was still honestly ate the whole piece.

Although Mokawa Kan's actions today made him unhappy, dim sum is indeed a good dim sum and cannot be wasted.

"It's just that the god Mo Chuan sent such a thing at this time. I'm afraid there is something to ask me if I have anything to do." Zhao Yue smiled, his eyebrows were like a crescent moon hanging upside down, looking at Mo Chuan sitting there seriously in front of him.

He smiled slightly and lowered his head: "It's not a big deal."

"It's okay to say the best God."

Zhaoyue said as she picked up another snack and subconsciously pulled Fu Chen to her side.

"It has been three days since Yue Zun came to my Kunlun Palace. I have not met him in person, and I feel guilty." He said slowly, and Yingying's eyes fell on Zhao Yue's slender fingers with a smile.

Fu Chen was unhappy and snorted coldly.

Although Zhaoyue didn't know what kind of anger the little fox was, after thinking about it carefully, she felt that after all, she was a fellow student who had been looking down and saw him. It took at least 20,000 years to say that, and perhaps something messy happened once and was hard to tell.

He had to show a standard and bright smile, with a smile on his face as if he had forgotten his grudges: "The God of Heaven has been worrying too much, I am used to being idle, and those tedious etiquettes are not very acceptable. A few days ago, he specifically told the ancestor Hongjun that he should not have any special meetings, and he was very tired."

Such a woman is an existence that Mo Chuan had never seen before.

Quiet and plain, with a calm heart, I put all my identity, majesty, even my status and glory aside without silence. I will not mention it myself.

The title of ancient Yuezun seemed to be just a simple symbol to her.

He quietly hid his praise for her and said calmly: "I heard from Luo Chen that Yue Zun likes to eat steamed buns from Kunlun Palace very much. Why not make a few steamed buns in a few days? "

Not only Zhaoyue, but even Fuchen showed a look of surprise at this moment. Before Zhaoyue could speak, Fuchen put the other steamed bun aside, which had not been taken off by chopsticks, and put it in front of Mo Chuan: "God is better off. Master doesn't like to eat steamed buns, but likes to make steamed buns. If Master makes a plate of steamed buns, Master may not necessarily eat it. That's God who helps the evildoer and instigates my master to waste food!"
Chapter completed!