"Okay, okay, forget it!" In the face of major events, the sky is wide open.

He also pointed at this rice cake to defeat his opponent Grandmaster Mo.

So he swallowed his swear words and tried to calm down, but actually gritted his teeth and asked, "Then tell me immediately what you need to get to it before you can change it-" He pointed to the pastoral area that had almost been built, "A better material than these?"

Gao Batian choked and said, "I, I can't talk..."

The blue veins of the immortal king thundered and said angrily: "If you don't say it, I'll really chop you up!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

There is no way.

In order not to be knocked flat and put out to eat rice cakes with osmanthus candy, Gao Batian had to sit on the tree stump, sobbing and began to reveal the tricks of replacement to the immortal master.

It used its fat and fat little hand to snatch the little book of the tree bark for a long time, took out a small book of tattered bark, and handed it to the King of Immortals with grievance. There was no trace of showing off his might in front of Master Mo. The King of Immortals was not polite, so he took the book and flipped two pages.

"Flower Demon Song Ji... This is not good, so I can't be glaring at Chu Wanning."

"The best cook...is not interesting. My skills are much better than the cook, so there is no need for others to take action."

After watching with a frown and disgusted for a long time, the Immortal Lord suddenly attracted attention from one of the parts.

"The rain of flowers all over the sky - a cloud, after obtaining it, it will float over the pastoral yard and sprinkle petals downwards."

After reading the wonderful taste of the immortal, he praised him: "Okay, this is good, how can I change this?"

Gao Batian stretched out his claws and turned a page for him.

I saw that it was written behind it:

Exchange conditions, living people.

The Immortal Lord suddenly opened his eyes wide: "Living person? Live sacrifice?"

"...Don't think about it, it's so bloody." Gao Batian said buzzingly, "Just catch it, grab it, lock it in the box... When locked in, it rains in the flower, and then it rains heavily, and the flower rains stop. Very civilized and civilized!"

"Then why should I lock people in?"

Gao Batian poked his soft little claws a little embarrassedly: "Because there is no one else in the box, the rice cakes in our village can actually come with Si to walk around, grab them, and catch them so that everyone can visit."

"You monster, visitors?"

Gao Batian continued to rub his hands embarrassedly: "Four, four."

"It's really a ridiculous thing! How could I do such a ridiculous thing!"

Gao Batian: "You can also not change these things. These things that are exchanged for living people are the most advanced, but you can also change them to one level of difference..."

"etc."

As soon as the Immortal Lord heard the highest level, he raised his hand to interrupt it, "All living people can change the best?"

"Yes, yes."

The immortal lord simply closed the bark book, and hugged his arms with righteous words:

"After saying that, who will you catch?"

.

Chu Wanning felt that Mo Ran had been abnormal these days.

First of all, Mo Ran, who was in the grandmaster state, did not sleep in the middle of the night, lay naked on the ground and pressed the dog's head.

Then Mo Ran, who was in the state of the emperor, secretly locked himself in the kitchen for a long time and said he wanted to make pies, but when it was lunch time, he had not even sent flour. When he asked him what he had been doing for so long, he replied that he was thinking about life.

What's even more strange is that because the Immortal Lord appears once every three days, he likes to pester him the most on weekdays. Although he occasionally goes down the mountain to stroll during the day and makes some of his own little secrets, he will definitely come before dinner, and always holds a jar of good wine or a box of snacks in his hand, so he hand it to him in awkward and awkward manner.

But today is different. The two didn't eat pies at noon, so they cooked some noodles, and then slapped the immortal and said that they had something to go out.

Chu Wanning asked: "What are you going to eat tonight? Let me make it."

The Immortal Lord hesitated for a moment, and it seemed that he was in a fierce ideological struggle. Finally, he said abnormally: "No, I will not come back tonight very late. You don't have to wait, go to bed early."

Chu Wanning couldn't help but widen his phoenix eyes.

This is……

Seven years itch?

But it seems that seven years have not arrived yet, or it has passed?

——That’s it, Chu Wanning completely forgot that his birthday was coming soon.

But in fact, for Chu Wanning in the past, the birthday date was not a particularly beautiful thing. When he was a child and was in Wubei Temple, in the first few years, he would give him some small pieces to play, small pastries and other things on this day. He was very happy every time, holding a wooden sword or stuffing a sweet snack. Looking at the monk, he smiled and said thank you, Master, Master is so good to treat me.

My eyes seemed to have been stabbed to some pain at that time.

But Chu Wanning didn't know why the guilt was painful.

Later, from a certain year onwards, he suddenly stopped celebrating his birthday. Of course, there are snacks and other things. Monks will take them out of their broad and elegant sleeves in a magical way, but they may not be bound to the birthday.

Chu Wanning thought that maybe because he grew up, the people who grew up would not celebrate their birthday every year.

He asked if this was the case. He was stunned for a while, looking at the green cypress in the Zen Temple, which was green all year round, and for a while, he touched Chu Wanning's head and said, Yes, Wanning is already very big, and in a few years, he will be in a slump...

At that time, I didn't look at his eyes. When I said these words, I kept looking at the setting sun in the evening.

A bright red reflection in the horizon was in the eyes of the monk.

Like blood.

Chu Wanning felt that the expression of guilty was complicated for no reason. He was not well-informed and had many words that he had only seen in books, but never found a specific representation of his life. At that moment, he seemed to realize that the cage on his face was half like the "cruel" he had read, and half also "sad".

He didn't know why his master showed such an expression when he mentioned his twentieth crown, but he just felt his heart was blocked and he was sad for the sadness of being guilty.

He stood up, and the guilty man was still sitting next to him, and he took the courage to touch the guilty bald head and clumsily coaxed the monk in front of him.

"Master, don't be unhappy. When I'm in a bad mood, I'll celebrate your birthday."

He was depressed for a moment, and then he hung his head.

Chu Wanning didn't see his face in the shadow at that time.

After a while, he was guilty and smiled hoarsely, "All those who grew up are just like this... children have lived." After a pause, Chu Wanning stood up suddenly before he could say more.

The wide monk's robe and cassock fluttered in the evening breeze. The monk's figure was so tall at that time. He stood up and covered all the blood of setting sun falling on Chu Wanning.

"It's getting late. I have to go out for some things for my teacher. You...you should have a late study."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

Later, for more than twenty years, Chu Wanning never received a word of "happy birthday" again. No one ever wished him another year, wishing him good health for the rest of his life.

Until he retired to Nanping.

It was not until this time that he finally had his own stable life. You Mo Ran would sincerely recite his birthday and want to make up for all the past years. Unfortunately, this concern was too late. Chu Wanning had become accustomed to being forgotten in the loneliness of the past.

I'm also used to forgetting myself.

Elder Yuheng, who had no idea about the "birthday", frowned in the courtyard and fell into deep thought - what happened to Mo Ran?

Has he been unhappy recently?

Or is there something big happening outside?
Chapter completed!