Fantasy: My green plum is actually the heroine

On the first day of the first day of the centennial exchange meeting, Fan Yunmo easily broke into the top two hundred with three consecutive victories, and as for the disciples of other sects, some were eliminated, and some were successfully promoted, and most of them were directly eliminated in one day's effort.

It's night.

The elders or senior brothers and sisters of each sect have long taken their junior brothers and sisters down the mountain to return to the inn in Wind Chime City to rest, while some wayward sects directly choose to stay in the Yunling Sect, but Feng Ziling made it clear that the expenses are at their own expense, and they still have to pay the money, after all, they are not disciples of this sect.

The scenery on Taoyuan Peak is magnificent, and a crimson cherry renders a monotonous Yunling Sect.

After simply eating with Yan Xueli, Taoyuan Peak fell into silence, the sound of insects and stars dotted the night, and Fan Yunmo came to the master's boudoir very consciously with a few small dishes, obediently waiting for punishment.

Perhaps knowing her busyness, Bai Wanning, who was a servant of the dust, came back very late as Fan Yunmo expected, and the few small dishes he warmed up in advance naturally came into play.

"Apprentice, have you ever crossed paths with the Sect Master of the Yumiao Sect?"

The candle flame flickered, and the bright light flowed.

My Fair Lady, I want it.

In front of the delicate sandalwood table, the elegant and dignified Bai Wanning sat in her position, her slender willow waist drew a graceful arc, the gap between the front and back looked very beautiful, her hair was shawl, her head was comfortably leaning on Fan Yunmo, and the two bud-like hands on her jade shoulders were kneading her.

"Sect Master of the Yumiao Sect?" Fan Yunmo thought for a moment, shook his head and replied, "Master, although I have been to the Jade Miao Sect before, I have not had any intersection with the Jade Miao Sect Master.

"Yes." Bai Wanning ate the side dishes, lightly turbid a few cups of peach blossom brew, didn't know what she was thinking, was silent for a moment, and then asked with concern: "How is your fit with Mo Lijian now?" "

The fit between the magic weapon and the cultivator is extremely important, that will affect whether a person can really control a divine weapon, good and evil weapons have spirits, even in the powerful supreme treasure weapon, the fit is not enough, then in the hands of people is nothing more than an ordinary ordinary weapon.

"Well, it's not a big deal," Fan Yunmo said while kneading seriously, "Instead, I feel.......... I felt more relaxed, simple, and beautiful than ever, as if He was a part of me, inseparable from me.

Hearing this, Bai Wanning's undetectable sadness flashed away under her eyes.

He came for you.......... She has many secrets buried in her heart, and the precipitation of the years has quietly brewed into a fragrant old wine.

"Apprentice, taste it?"

The wine is peach blossom color, which looks like transparent pink satin, delicate and smooth.

"Let me drink?" Fan Yunmo was amazed.

"I didn't let you drink it, I just let you taste how it tasted."

"Oh,"

Fan Yunmo took a few sips.

A faint aroma ripples, there is a pure wine aroma, and the wine aroma also contains a mellow fruity aroma, feeling that just smelling the fragrance makes people feel like wandering in the peach blossoms, a little intoxicated.

The wine aroma is mellow and the peach aroma is charming.

Before tasting it for too long, Bai Wanning withdrew her glass and asked, "How does the peach blossom brew I brewed taste like?"

"Just . . . Not bad. Fan Yunmo's small eyes looked at Bai Wanning thoughtfully, and asked weakly: "Master doesn't like it?"

"No, I like it very much, it's just a whim, I want you to taste it." Bai Wanning played with the celadon wine glass in her hand, her eyes lost her concentration, and it took a long time to get rid of the memories, and then drank the rest of the wine, her moist lips were like dripping petals, and chuckled: "Well, as always, it tastes great."

She raised her head slightly, looked at him and smiled: "It's also good to have apprentices who are as filial as ever." "

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When Fan Yunmo left Bai Wanning's boudoir, the stars of the sky curtain had gradually thinned, and a faint white halo had slowly appeared in the sky, but the night curtain was still the same, and the daylight would not arrive for a while.

I was actually locked up for nearly a night!?

He shook his head with a smile after going out, as a cultivator of the Heavenly Spring Realm, it is okay not to rest for a few days, and then the realm slowly climbs, even if he does not sleep for half a year and does not ask questions, at most it will lead to the exhaustion of mental power, sleep for so much half a year to make up, or forever fall into a deep sleep, never recover.

As soon as the front foot left Bai Wanning's room, the back foot came to his courtyard, and he saw a girl sleeping on a stone table not far from the courtyard.

It was a seemingly delicate body and bones, hands like soft shades, skin like curd, delicate and charming, thin emerald water mist veil shawl, coquettish and boneless, but peerless.

When Fan Yunmo approached, her slightly delicate body was still trembling slightly, looking haggard, thinking that she had waited almost all night, until he quietly held the cold and warm jade hand, and was awakened by the sudden warmth, Yan Xueli rubbed her slack sleepy eyes: "You are back..."

The pretty face was confused, as if a vase that was broken at any time, very fragile.

Fan Yunmo stroked his forehead, sat next to her, and then held her cold cheeks with both hands to give warmth: "Sister Xue Li, didn't I say that I might come back later tonight?" How can you still sleep outside, even if you are now in the third layer of the Human Network Realm, you can't withstand the bitter cold of the cold wind.

Yan Xueli's head fell on his shoulder casually, and I don't know if he was still sleeping, his voice was soft, with a hint of tepid grudge: "Wait for you, it's worth it..." Fan

Yunmo was silent about this, and inexplicably remembered Ye Yan of the Lingmiao Sect, and had an evil idea of wanting to erase him from this world, but reason quickly made him stop at the cliff and interrupted the unknown malice.

I wanted to take her back to the house, but I didn't want Yan Xueli to fall asleep on his shoulder like this, the warm Lan Qi hit her neck softly, itching unbearably, and the helpless Fan Yunmo could only accompany her in the yard again, maintaining a sitting posture.

The cold wind shivered, Fan Yunmo took out a robe of his own from the storage ring and draped it for her, perhaps because of boredom, he yawned coldly, sleepiness swept over, he naturally leaned against Yan Xueli on the stone table, and actually slept in a daze............

Before dawn, a silhouette came here at an unknown time, looking at the two sleeping people on the stone table, as well as the clothes on Yan Xueli's shoulders, Willow's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, walked over and took off the outer robe on her body, and draped it on Fan Yunmo.

Bai Wanning looked at Yan Xueli's miserable white face, hesitated for a moment, or took out her other clothes to help her cover half of the cold wind of her delicate body, and then touched Fan Yunmo's silky hair with kindness in her eyes, her clothes were full of wind, and she turned around and left quietly.

No one knew that she had been here, except for the bright eyes and teeth on the peach blossom tree outside the courtyard, and the graceful phoenix purple ling.

She was lying comfortably in the position where Bai Wanning often treated wine empty, looking at the elegant white-clothed back, shook her head with a smile, and sighed lightly: "Wanning, you still can't bear it

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