In the past, Han Yan would stop playing after she fell asleep, but now he did not stop. Qing'e, who was not sleeping, came to him, gently leaned her head on his shoulder, listened quietly to the blowing if it came from him, listen carefully to the blowing if it was brought into his emotions.

The five-year-old man she spent with Han Yan, she had never seen him show any emotions, and had used all kinds of clichés to understand any past. Although she could not know any existence with the real name "Han Yan Yavilux" from this song, she was originally a pitiful person who could not even cry, probably this man carries too much grief.

If you close your eyes and get stuck in this way of thinking, she said spontaneously: "Han Yan, are you lonely?" Because of this pretentious sentence, the originally high-tempo melodramatic music found a moment of misalignment. He was absolutely calm in the face of any battle, and he discovered it firmly because of this sentence.

I'm afraid this sentence really hit the wound he was hidden at the right time. Since he discovered the misalignment, Han Yan stopped playing and arranged the erhu on a wall. Just leave a cold sentence, Han Yan returned to the copying state again. Qing'e nodded respectfully: "Yes." It was probably because she slightly captured Ni'e's reality. At present, this beard does not care nothing, but just closed herself too much. If it weren't for the inexplicable opportunity and inexplicable sentence, it would be difficult for her to capture his real emotions. Taking advantage of the fact that Mei Ling, who is in charge of the matter today, went to bed early, Qing'e took over one side of him. If he leaned his head on his shoulder, he closed his eyes happily.

"It doesn't matter, because I will accompany Han Yan one after another." He left a gentle word in his ear and then gradually fell asleep amid the boring rustling sounds.

Late at night, Qing'e and Meiling were completely asleep, and now only Han Yan was left. In the quiet woods, only his copying sounds were left. In fact, he wanted to argue just now, and he didn't need anything to argue, because of the hollow shell's foundation.

But I can't say it out, what is the purpose of saying it out? The answer is no, so it doesn't matter even if I don't say it.

It was just annoying. She was frequently exploring the bottom line. The originally quiet mood was always stirred up by the other party at an inexplicable opportunity. In addition to being dissatisfied with her nosy business, she was more angry that she was not fully letting go of the past.

Suppressed the curse and killing sounds from the insults, and in the end, all that remained was the melancholy of not knowing how to survive. At this moment, no one knew the helplessness deep in his heart. In the late night, only the sound of insects and the sound of branches and leaves staggering. In the early morning, a smell of food came to the girls' noses. Mei Ling, who was awakened by the fragrance, came to breakfast in a vague way, and instinctively wanted to pick up the wooden bowl and spoon to eat. Before her hands involved the tableware, a sound came from the nearest: "Scrub."

Han Yan's voice woke her up from her sleepiness like a bucket of clear water. She came back to her senses and immediately rushed to the river to wash her.

Qing'e, who is used to washing the rhythm of life, has returned from the river and picked up the food alone and started to enjoy it.

Meiling, who was washing her head, had recovered. She was slow and finally found the movement of her calm movement, which seemed to be too painful last night. It was indeed not a slight pain today. Feeling the pain of yesterday was like a dream. No matter how high the monster's recovery is, it would not be able to completely recover overnight. Therefore, she thought of the medicine she applied last night. She had never been in contact with human society and did not know how amazing and fresh the effect of this result was. Back to the camp, Meiling showed him the movement of her calm behavior: "Teacher, my body is fine, I can't feel the soreness of last night!" In response, Qing'e said proudly: "Of course, don't see who made the medicine. Han Yan, who had no fun listening to these useless conversations, said: "Dine, then practice."

"Yes" Since he said, Lamo Qing'e and Meiling naturally dared not refuse to obey. Because the excessive consumption last night was gone, Meiling's appetite today seemed particularly good, so she finished all the breakfast. When the meal ended, Han Yan put on the book and pen in her hand to start practicing. However, their meals were limited, even if they did violent movements immediately, they would not cause adverse feedback.

Ignoring Qing'e's dissatisfaction protest, Han Yan arranged for her to practice herself, and he himself faced Meiling. Han Yan, who stood in front of her, entrusted him: "Today's schoolwork may be stance, but you are not allowed to use "qi". You are your own, and you are not allowed to fall down no matter what." This time Meiling did not dare to have any more sutras and completely obeyed his arrangements: "The disciple obeys!"

When she made a horse-stabilizing posture, the gravity of the same kind as yesterday suddenly came suddenly, surrounding her whole body, but unlike yesterday, she did not fall down because of haste this time. Although there was a hard-working expression on her face, it was like a jumping progress compared to yesterday. Yesterday, she was supporting her "qi" or showing such a hard-working expression. Even if she was the same expression now or the same expression, she could hold on without the support of "qi". After confirming that there was no problem with her condition at the beginning, Han Yan didn't say anything else, silently returned to the big tree to start copying, leaving her alone.

Meiling, who has experienced the old woman's birth, old age, sickness and death, no longer cares about her tears for the hardships. Although her feelings today are very stuffy, she is surprisingly not as if she can't continue. And her hands and feet, which have been recuperated overnight, seemed to become more powerful than before. Although Han Yan was writing in a special way, he was also paying attention to the hope of Meiling and Qing'e's cultivation. Once he discovered any environment, he would interfere. With this silence, the people around him were all in their own homework. Until 1:00 noon, in the scorching sun and

Under the double test of five times the gravity, Meiling's sweaty head was already full of sweat, and her cheongsam was slowly falling to the ground, but she was still still dying and painful, even though her throat was dry and painful, she still insisted on it, otherwise she would not be able to surpass her yesterday's self and reach the standard he gave. In addition to her, Qing'e, who was also practicing, was not as hard as Meiling. She was sitting quietly on the grass with her eyes closed. If there was a striking Taoist earth here, she would definitely see that the spiritual power would hang around her and gradually compress the essence.

Han Yan under the big tree was also investigating while writing that Qing'e's cultivation had entered a maturity stage without guidance, and her sarcastic special physique and talent simply brought her to the point of getting closer to the end.

Fu, timing, timing were all controlled by her. I am afraid she will be the fastest feather in the ancient east to practice feathering. What she lacks in the final and most stages of understanding. Therefore, in Qing'e now, Han Yan no longer needs to spend more time with her, and the rest depends on her own understanding.

Now his important investigative object is Meiling. The protagonist of this era is the immortals and monsters. As the monster race, Meiling has a good talent for ordinary people. Therefore, he is looking forward to whether this child can improve to kill his fangs. Han Yan has sincerely expected it. As for the current environment, the progress may be very unbeatable according to the scale, but compared with yesterday, it is a vast difference. Now her muscle tissue and cells are rapidly adapting to the environment!, just like biological evolution, optimizing herself at an astonishing rate is more suitable for living in the current difficult environment.

In his opinion, monsters are also a kind of intellectual creatures, but monsters know more about using individual power than humans, so they have found that in this era of immortals and demons as the stage. However, as an extra race with extremely strong individual power, they have paid a price in some aspects. Among them, the talent of the complex is the most prominent problem. Although the human race is weak, it has an amazing breeding speed.

Not only will the human race move forward with the times, but the unparalleled creativity of the human race will stand out on the stage of the world and the times. Humans will replace monsters and lively on the stage, but it is a matter of time. This is a certain result with his own wounds.

But Han Yan did not expect to think so long. He only valued the present. Because he didn't know whether he was a turtle, and the one who could get rid of him at the moment was undoubtedly Qing'e and Meiling, the two Qilins with wonderful talents and talents, did not need to make a big deal.

Let’s consider Meiling’s figure and status. This time spread is almost the best. Everything is going to be held as planned. She will temper the maximum among the limits of her successive limits.

Two hours have passed, now it is three o'clock in the morning. Meiling's throat is already trembling and gasping, and her throat is as painful as fire. However, surprisingly, the decomposition is still connected and revived. As early as two hours ago, she had reached the limit and has been struggling until now, setting the limit record almost every minute. After about half an hour, Meiling, whose lower body completely fell, could not help but fall to the ground. She was full of fatigue and anxious face, showing her unwilling eyes. Not to mention the sun set, she could not even last until four o'clock yesterday. Han Yan had already come to her eyes. Meiling, who had not been able to complete her designated mission, did not dare to face him up: "Sorry, teacher, I may not have completed my cultivation."

He did not scold or say anything, but picked up Meiling who was lying on the ground and placed it next to the big tree, and helped her to start taking her pulse and straightening her figure.

Compared with his silent Misumi Liming, he was unable to remain silent, and he felt a little ashamed of his own sense of being unable to complete his studies? "Did I let the teacher down so much that I didn't want to speak, and I failed to complete my academic mission today?" The tone may be the weakest, but it is much clearer than yesterday.

Regarding her private complaint, Han Yan replied in an ignorant way: "Why is it disappointing? Is it just because I failed to complete my request?" Meiling asked in confusion: "Isn't it not? The agreed-upon coursework failed."

“It doesn’t matter.”

In this regard, Han Yan gave an unexpected answer: "Standard is finally the scale. What I want to see is not just the scale, but you let me see what I want to see, and you can tell you, and you do a good job. As mentioned, for him, the scale is not the only one, nor is it the only one to weigh things. The so-called scale provides him with only the ‘reference’. What he wants to see is not just if he reaches out and presses it on her head, and learns from Suwako and Aoe that it is like others applying this action. And Mi Ling, who was given the award for the first time, was stunned by this unexpected action. The only person who would do this action to herself in the image was the loving old lady. Unexpectedly, the serious beard will do this action at the moment, but she was so tired that she would not care much anymore. At least she felt unexpected satisfaction.

If their Qing'e also noticed Han Yan's actions, she had always believed that this was her own patent. When she saw this scene, she ignored the feeling of feeling uncomfortable, just like her heavy doll was being snatched away one by one. Although she was very unhappy, she might have suppressed this painful feeling. Because she hoped that Han Yan would see her beautiful face instead of bringing him difficult jealousy, even though she was the most jealous, she had to suppress it.

Qing'e took her to wash and apply medicine. When he left, only Qing'e and Meiling were left here, and they fell into an inexplicable silence in a flash. Even Chi Zhong's Meiling noticed this strange silence and couldn't help but lead the way and break through silence: "Senior Sister?

Although she was only two people who had suddenly intervened, the things that Han Yan had personally entrusted could be completed. Qing'e, who was silent, came to Meiling's eyes and held her arms and helped her slowly towards the river opposite to Han Yan. The part below her neck was soaked in the river, and Qing'e's face was expressionless and softened with fragrance.

"Ah who"

Meiling, who could not rotate calmly, smiled bitterly: "Senior sister, can it hurt a little, can it be done?" The force of rubbing Xian Xiu's hair was a little heavy, which made her unable to help but make a sound reminder. After decomposing her own strength without decomposition, Qing'e, who had re-played light movements, finally made a sound: "I won't lose to you!"

“Huh!?

Yibi helped her wash and narrated carefully: "Unlike you, the little maid who was inserted halfway through, I have been with Han Yan for five years, and I'll ask him more about him than you!"

If I really want to ask, I have never asked him in this era. Whether it is Suwako or Ao who is always with him, they have never really faced him, nor have they ever touched his true heart. I have no idea what she wants to confess, so Misuzu had to reply with an awkward silence and bitter smile. I picked up a bucket of water from Xin to her feet, soaked the fragrance bag on her head, and then pulled her out of the water.

Times Qing'e's remarks never ended: "I will confirm to him that I am more advanced than you, and I will let him know that choosing me is better than you."

After putting on her clothes, Qing'e said a summary sentence: "So I will never lose to you!"

"Actually, I'm very porridge senior sister."

Meiling, who seemed a little stunned, looked like she didn't know what to say, and finally said a confused sentence.

Her innocent porridge is now so stable and peaceful, and it is also expected that this will last. However, Qing'e herself seemed to not receive this sentence, and she was indifferent to helping her back to the camp. During the long time they washed and applied medicine, Han Yan had collected the ingredients and returned to the camp. Now, she was sorting out the ingredients. Since the ingredients collected in the mountains contained mushrooms and other rare mountain flavors. After arranging Meiling, Qing'e came to him as if she had changed in another aspect and made a cheerful voice: "Han Yan, I'll help you." Regarding her help, Han Yan was silent. Whether it was helping or helping him, he would prepare dinner as usual. On the other hand, Meiling looked straight and looked straight, and she looked completely different from facing herself. Even if she was stupid, she realized that the other party was not porridge. She still realized that the other party was not porridge.
Chapter completed!