After gathering the seven deadly sins brothers, summon the younger sister!

Soon we arrived at the gathering place.

There was a rocking chair under the evergreen tree, which meant eternal life. Lazily put Pu Ran on it and stroked her cheek with his hand.

"I'm going to the kitchen and will be back soon."

"Ah."

She squinted her eyes and watched him walk away. She yawned and sleepiness filled her eyes. Just as her eyelids were drooping and she was about to fall asleep, Pride walked over from the side.

"Pu Ran."

He called softly, his cold eyes and brows seemed to be stained with the beauty of mountains and rivers.

"Don't you want to braid your hair?"

As he spoke, he sat down on the ground next to the rocking chair, with his back facing her, and his long hair, like a galaxy pouring down, reached her eyes.

Little Stone immediately perked up.

“I want to edit!!!”

She sat up straight, humming a little tune happily, her slender white fingers running through her smooth silver hair, braiding it while asking, "What kind of hair do you like?"

Arrogant softened his eyes: "I like them all. I don't mind what you write."

That’s such a great honor!

Pu Xiaoran felt as if she was basking in the spring breeze, and she fiddled with her silky silver hair repeatedly.

What hairstyle do the gods in heaven have?

I'm going to get one for the immortals!

The cold fingertips stroked his hair, passing along his scalp, and carefully combed out a fairy-like hairstyle.

"Xianjia, turn around and let me see you."

Arrogant turned to face her, and seeing her smiling and fiddling with a strand of silver hair at her temple, he said with great insight, "The gods in heaven are all immortal, and they love to keep these two long strands of whiskers!"

The sisters were proud, with their hands on their hips.

"The immortals must have one too!"

He opened his lips arrogantly, a clear and mellow laugh like pearls colliding spilled from his throat, and he opened his arms and hugged her gently, as if praising her:

"I have everything."

All, all, you gave me.

Puran hadn't finished editing yet, she felt that her desire for design had exploded to an unprecedented level.

"Come here, little tree!"

At first glance, I was attracted by Bodhi's long platinum hair that looked like it was woven from sunlight.

Hearing his senior calling on him, he quickly put down the Bodhi seed he was carving and came to the rocking chair to take Arrogant's place.

With a tug of the silk ribbon, her long hair fell like a waterfall, and she took the initiative to find a topic: "Senior, what do you think is suitable for me?"

Pu Ran held up his hair and said calmly, "It's best to shave it off."

Bodhi: “…”

I am practicing with my hair uncut.

If I really shave my head, what if my brothers call me a bald donkey?

Puran was just joking, she still liked Xiaoshu's hair very much.

My Monkey brother also has golden hair, it’s great to have hair.

like!

They were braiding their hair, and in front of them was Lust, setting up an easel and picking up a pen to permanently engrave this scene on paper.

Of course, he painted the Bodhi tree very roughly, just drawing a circle and filling it with gold, focusing on the smiles and frowns of his junior sister.

When the work was done, he gave it to Pu Ran to taste, hoping to take credit for it.

This is Pu Ran who fell into silence holding the scroll: "..."

What am I drawing? After all this time, am I just braiding hair for the Golden Globe Awards?

And how many times have you turned on the beauty filter? Who is this beautiful girl!

it's me?

Ok.

After questioning, Shitou chose to accept it arrogantly.

Since you drew me nicely, I’ll forgive you for drawing the tree into a mess.

Bodhi: “…”

I don’t forgive!!!

It was a sunny day, and the warm sunshine was just right.

In the distance, the tall and majestic figure of the eldest senior brother gradually became clear, holding a small and light red broadsword in his furious hand.

Yes, it is his smaller version.

His junior sister had always liked his sword. Now that she was ill and no longer had the strength to pick it up, he went to forge a lighter sword that would suit her better.

"How about you take a look?"

He handed the sword to her in anger, his face expressionless, he must be extremely nervous.

He wanted to make her happy.

Hope she likes it.

If the sword in Fury's hand was broad and heavy, the one in Pu Ran's hand was delicate, small, light and easy to use.

Like their body types?

This time the sword truly follows its master.

There was a smile in the corners of Puranmei's eyes and eyebrows, and the first sentence she said almost made Baonu's eyes wet.

"Look, I can lift it!"

Now she was even happy for a long time that she could pick up a sword.

He clenched his fingers in anger, endured the pain in his heart, and smiled at her like the golden sun in August, so dazzling that people could not take their eyes away.

"Come, I'll show you around."

"it is good!"

Puran got down from the rocking chair and let the eldest brother hold her arm and swing the sword.

At this moment, the Xuanyuan Sword that was taken away by greed is next to the rocking chair. I’m afraid he must be crying his heart out. The little master has a new love!

In fact, it doesn't reflect on itself. Who made you so heavy? Your owner is in a weak period. Will you die if you lose weight?

Xuanyuan Sword: ...

Yes, could someone come and cut off one-third of me from each side?

Being greedy and having a hobby of collecting, he went back and rummaged through the marbles for a long time, carefully selecting each of the various precious and beautiful marbles he had collected. Finally, he filled a large bowl and brought it to his junior sister.

My junior sister once said that marbles are beautiful because they resemble his eyes.

Qin Xiaoliu was happy for a long time because of this sentence.

Soon, she was tired of practicing with the sword, and she lay back in the rocking chair, hugged the white jade carved bowl, took out a marble and squinted at the sun.

The refracted light is extremely beautiful.

Junior sister Long Yan was very pleased: "Ya!!!"

Xiaoliu was rocking the rocking chair slowly behind her, and seeing that she was happy, he laughed along with her.

Liu Yin ran to the kitchen and said that the fish head and tofu soup was not enough, and snake soup was a great tonic, so he went to add more food to Laziness.

Little Sheshe is always respectful to the Sixth Brother, oh, the Seventh Brother, every day.

Jealousy, who had been studying medical books all night, kept trying and adjusting the prescription. Finally, he worked hard to make a bowl of medicinal soup and happily brought it to Puran.

"Junior sister, drink it while it's hot. It will be good for your body."

Pu Ran looked at the bowl of black medicine soup. In fact, he knew that the medicine would not have any effect, but he still took it with a smile and drank it in one gulp.

"I feel warm after drinking it!"

Jealousy was busy all the time: "Okay! Okay! I'll go back and study it more, there will always be a way..."

After saying this, he ran away in a hurry, holding his pile of medical books and bottles and jars and started reading them.

At this time, Xie Jinyan, Yu Zhixu, and Wen He came over together. The three of them were worried and had to see her every day to feel at ease.

In fact, Chuntao was also on the way. She was in the sparsely populated camp and had no access to information. She only found out now that something had happened to the master.

But when she arrived, winter had completely arrived. Heavy snow was falling, and the girl was sleeping soundly on the bed in the palace.

Outside the palace, the suppressed sobbing of servants could be faintly heard.

Although His Majesty often dozed off in the past, he could still go out for a walk. But now he can sleep for more than ten days at a time.

Now he has a high fever, and the imperial physician said that His Majesty will not survive the day.

On this day, everyone was shrouded in a bleak and empty gray.

The dozen or so people in the hall who were guarding her bed looked haggard and had empty eyes.

Chuntao was crying. She mustered up her courage every time she took a step towards the bed, and she gasped in pain.

"Grandmaster……"

She leaned over Pu Ran's bed, took his terribly cold hand and put it against her cheek, crying: "Master, I am Xiao Taozi..."

There were many heaters in the room, and the people around were sweating from the heat, but the girl on the bed was cold all over, as if she was in an ice cave.