Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

early morning.

Yin Xiuyu went to the garden and watered the camellia plants that were growing more and more white buds.

In the sunshine, the splashing water droplets fell on the leaves, as if giving them a bath in the heavy rain, and the green color on the leaves became clearer and more transparent.

Inside, the white buds absorbed the water droplets, and some of the earliest camellia flowers had already shown signs of opening.

Yin Xiuyu looked at these flowers and quickly thought of the demon who planted them here.

They hadn't seen each other for several days.

When Miao Li brought Yin Xiuyu from the mortal world to the demon world, it was to prepare a grand wedding. That was when their love was at its peak.

Not to mention several days, even a day of separation made her realize the feeling of "it feels like a long time has passed" that the scholar in the village always talked about to the daughter of the village chief.

Although actually speaking, only ten days have passed since Miao Li went into seclusion and did not show up.

This period of time is neither long nor short, and Yin Xiuyu has her own things to do every day.

They would either enjoy the flowers or go fishing, or try out some fresh pastries, or weave some small gadgets with the grass leaves outside. They would often bring them into the house where Yan Ze stayed, so there was no shortage of people to talk to.

Moreover, after getting familiar with Yan Ze, he was no longer as taciturn as before and told her a lot about the sect's cultivation.

Those things that do not exist in the mortal world attracted a lot of Yin Xiuyu's attention.

It seems that, all in all, she has no idle time.

But love is like this, no matter how busy she is, even a short breath of time may remind her of her lover's face.

Yin Xiuyu still couldn't hold back her inner thoughts. She gently stroked the milky white petals that were opening outwards with her fingertips and silently said in her heart:

Will he come back when the flowers bloom?

No one could give her this answer.

Yin Xiuyu drooped her eyelids slightly, and suddenly felt a cool breeze blowing from behind her.

She seemed to know what was behind her. A sweet smile appeared on her lips and she turned around, lifting her skirt.

After seeing that the scene in front of her was still the same as before, Yin Xiuyu couldn't help but feel a little regretful in her heart.

In addition to regret, he also felt a little bit of resentment towards Miao Li.

Not deeply, but he would definitely have to come back and coax her for a few days before he could get her forgiveness.

Yin Xiuyu puffed her cheeks, with an obvious look of anger on her face.

That is anger that only arises towards people who are close to you.

The sun gradually rose.

The sunlight became stronger. Yin Xiuyu raised her hand to block the light that was about to shine into her eyes. She put away the watering plants and turned back to the main hall where she lived.

After a few days, a lot of her presence had been added into it.

There are several interesting straw gadgets on a sandalwood table.

There are all kinds of things on it, like a kitten, a tiger, a praying mantis with two big claws...

For some of the ones that didn't match in color, Yin Xiuyu specially asked Miao Li's men to find some paint to change them into suitable and beautiful clothes.

Yin Xiuyu looked at the little gadgets one by one, and finally, her fingertips touched a palm-sized straw sword.

This was what she was going to give to Master Yan Zeyan.

Before, she was bored and picked up some of the little skills she had learned as a child to amuse herself - straw weaving.

Yin Xiuyu was still very interested, so she picked many suitable leaves in the garden for weaving.

At the beginning she was not skilled and made a lot of mistakes.

Later, after I got familiar with the place, I found so many intact items one by one that I couldn't even put them all in a basket.

She took some of them back to where she lived, and placed some directly in Yan Ze's house to add some vitality to his living environment.

Every time she saw him taking a toy as small as his finger and placing it in his palm, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, Yin Xiuyu always felt like she was coaxing a child.

Hmm... thinking of this, Yan Ze's handsome and cold face seemed to appear in Yin Xiuyu's mind.

He is being treated like a child by himself, which seems inappropriate.

Yin Xiuyu quickly shook her head, put the small straw sword into the sachet, and walked straight towards Yan Ze's residence.

This was something she had been doing for a long time. As she watched Yan Ze touch those small, fragile straw animals, she always felt that what he was holding in his hand should be a long, sharp sword.

I heard that Xuanyuan Sword Sect is the most powerful immortal cultivation sect in the world, and Yan Ze is the most powerful and talented disciple among them.

Yin Xiuyu thought that he should also have such a beautiful sword.

When she was a child, she would envy other people’s big tiger dolls. When she grew up and saw similar things, she didn’t want to see others sad for losing their “rag tigers”.

She had no way to return his confiscated sword to him, so she could only do this little thing that seemed like a "virtual chart".

Yan Ze likes it very much.

He held the straw sword and wanted to close his five fingers, but he was afraid that his strength might damage the fragile sword, so he could only hold it in an awkward position.

His eyes were looking in the direction where Yin Xiuyu was standing, and also as if he was looking at the crack in the door through which some sunlight was leaking in. He remembered the appearance of his sword that she had asked about out of curiosity a few days ago.

It turned out that at that time, she...

Yan Ze rubbed the carefully crafted pattern on the straw sword with his fingertips, just like wiping his own sword in the past, with an indescribable feeling in his heart.

This time, Yan Ze did not say "thank you" out loud.

For him, expressing gratitude in person means being able to quickly express gratitude with actions, thus resolving the favor and making sure neither owes the other anything.

Gratitude that is not expressed will always accumulate in your heart.

Because he was sure that he could pay it back, he didn't feel any pressure.

But I will remind myself of this every time I get along with others in the future.

In particular, Yan Ze always felt that Miss Yin, an orphan without a father or mother, was brought to the Demon Realm by the Demon Lord. She had no power and was weak and easy to bully.

The Demon Lord brought her here and then ignored her. He is not competent at all. I should pay more attention to her situation and provide her with some help within my ability.

This should be the case whether you are in the demon world or leave it later.

Yan Ze thought about his own way of "repaying" and was much more decisive when he accepted the sword.

He put away the straw sword, and then watched Yin Xiuyu take some remaining grass leaves in the room and start weaving a big carp.

She lowered her head, a few strands of hair fell and brushed across her soft white cheeks, adding a lot of gentleness to her.

In this small room, even though it was quiet and silent, and even though the light was dim, Yan Ze felt at peace. He even had time to run the skills he had learned in his mind, trying to unlock the spiritual power that was sealed in his body bit by bit.

Occasionally the two of them would chat to each other intermittently, but it didn't seem abrupt or noisy.

After staying here for about half an hour, I suddenly heard a noisy sound outside the door, and faintly heard the voice of a girl talking.

Yin Xiuyu suddenly stood up from the wooden chair that had been placed in the room earlier.

"Master Yan, I'm going to go out and take a look."

Yan Ze nodded, he also hoped that he could get some information from her.

Because he could feel that another mortal woman appeared outside.

People who practice Taoism are more sensitive to the breath in the air.

For some reason, before he even saw that person, he felt that the person outside seemed to have a similar aura to Miss Yin.