Morning Star

He didn't understand the difference between men and women, reading and writing, the relationship between the old and the young, etc. No, that's not entirely true, because he still knew that Chu Furong was his master. His feelings towards Chu Furong were like a child's feelings towards his mother.

Chujiu listened to his explanation and thought about his question, and finally understood. But she had another question: "Then why do you call me sister?"

The beautiful boy thought for a moment and said, "My master told me to call you that."

"what?"

"Ah."

"Why?" She suffered in vain.

The beautiful boy shook his head: "I don't know."

In fact, this matter is related to the fact that Chu Furong played the role of Mu Qiqi in the psychedelic dream.

The beauty painting was painted by Mu Qiqi, who had feelings for it. She treated the beautiful boy in the painting as her own son and took good care of him. This naturally had a certain impact on Chu Furong.

But Chu Furong couldn't possibly treat such a big monster as her son. However, influenced by Mu Qiqi, she didn't really regard the beautiful boy as someone inferior to her. She just treated him as a younger brother who was ignorant of the world, so she let him call Chu Jiu "sister".

Chujiu only found out about this after he asked Chu Furong.

But she didn't know it yet. She felt extremely frustrated and had no way to vent. She took a step to catch up with Mo Xinglan in front of her.

Seeing this, the handsome boy followed her, and when she didn't speak for a long time, he asked in distress, "What name should I take?"

He is still obsessed with his name.

"Why don't you help me think of one, sister?" The beautiful boy suddenly changed from distress to expectation as he looked at Chujiu.

Chujiu quickly ran a few steps to catch up with Mo Xinglan, looked at the persistent boy beside him and sighed: "I say, a name is something that can't be chosen by just anyone."

"Ah? I didn't just look for it randomly?" He looked innocent.

Chujiu held his forehead and shook his head: "Let me ask you, who is the most important person in your heart?"

“You are all important.”

"..."

She took a deep breath and glared at him, but was met with a serious look on his face, forcing her to hold her anger.

She raised her finger and pointed at him, gritting her teeth in anger: "You...you..."

The handsome boy looked down at the hand pointing at him, then looked at Chujiu, whose face was flushed and looked constipated.

Although I don't know what's wrong with her, I always feel that she seems to be in a bad mood. Stay away from her.

Still with bright eyes and innocent expression: "Sister, why is your face so red?"

Mo Xinglan, who was next to Chujiu, glanced at him and ignored him.

Chujiu was so angry that she almost exploded. She yelled at him with her breathing quickened: "Don't you know why my face is so red?"

"I, I should, you know?" He pointed to the ignorance on his face.

“……”Chujiu took a few quick steps, not wanting to keep pace with him.

But she can only take care of her own legs and not other people's legs.

The boy also took a few quick steps, observed her for a while, thought for a while, and said uncertainly: "Sister, you seem to be in a bad mood. Sister, why are you in a bad mood? Sister, why is your face getting redder and redder? Wow, sister, you seem to be on fire! Sister..."

"Ah!!" Chujiu couldn't hold back any longer and shouted loudly, raising his hand and the Lingyun Whip appeared out of thin air.

Without thinking, he swung in the direction of the boy, yelling like a madman: "Why am I in a bad mood? Why am I in a bad mood? Huh? You tell me why I am in a bad mood? You tell me why my face is so red? You tell me why I am on fire?"

As she spoke, she swung the whip at the boy.

The boy was so scared that he screamed and ran towards Chu Furong while hiding: "Ah! Master, my sister hit me! Help! My sister is going to kill me! Ah!"

Chu Jiu stopped only when the young man ran to Chu Furong, took a deep breath, put away the Lingyun Whip, and stood there waiting for Mo Xinglan.

She wasn't actually that angry, after all, the boy was naive and didn't understand anything. She acted so angry because from what she saw yesterday, Mo Xinglan seemed to care about her being nice to the boy, and she was indeed a little annoyed with the boy.

This reminded her of the moment of breakdown when she was teaching Chu Shi to do homework as a child.

Another thing that she cared about was that Mo Xinglan's favorability had dropped and had not returned to normal.

Alas...she has it so hard.

Mo Xinglan, who was walking behind, looked at the girl standing in front, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

His consciousness had long been awake in the obsessive dream, but he did not influence every decision made by Bai Ximin. He just wanted to see what kind of end Bai Ximin would end up with.

He watched everything Bai Ximin did and said from a first-person perspective. He watched how Bai Ximin fell in love with Ling Yun, how they loved each other, how they parted, and how Bai Ximin was almost killed by Ling Yun.

During this period, he could feel the pain brought by any harm suffered by Bai Ximin, and he also understood Bai Ximin's hatred for Luoyun Sect and his excitement when he tortured his enemies, but he just didn't understand Bai Ximin's feelings for Ling Yun.

If Bai Ximin had controlled her heart and not fallen in love with Ling Yun, Ling Yun would not have been expelled from the sect, and she would not have been misunderstood by Ling Yun later, and she would not have died at the hands of the person she loved. Everything was Bai Ximin's own fault.

However, when he finally saw the soul floating out of Ling Yun's body, he seemed to understand Bai Ximin a little.

When he thought that she was not from this world and wanted to return to her own world, he couldn't help but want to keep her.

While thinking, Mo Xinglan came to Chujiu's side, lowered his eyes and looked at her calmly: "What are you doing here?"

"Waiting for you." Chujiu replied.

"..." He lowered his eyes, and after a moment he sneered, "Could I get lost?"

But she was stunned for a moment and then smiled: "I'm afraid I'll get lost. I'm a directionally challenged person, right?"

"..." He pursed his lips and stopped talking, staring calmly at the lips that had turned cherry red again.

Not only is she good at lying, but she is also always good at sweet talk.

Chujiu followed him, looked at the expression on his face, and asked in confusion: "Are you in a bad mood?"

Unexpectedly, he just glanced at her and said, "You and that painting demon are quite comparable."

"..."Why does it feel like he is implying something to her?

Thinking of this, she pursed her lips and rolled her eyes quickly. She secretly took out a candied date from her storage ring and held it in front of him: "If you are in a bad mood, eat a date, smile after eating it, and live to old age."

After saying that she smiled at him.

He slapped away the hand raised in front of him and said with a helpless smile: "Where did you learn this crooked theory?"

"I improvised." Seeing that he didn't want to eat it, she didn't force him and took it back and stuffed it into her mouth.

Although it wasn't a genuine smile, at least he smiled, which meant that the problem wasn't serious.

Mo Xinglan didn't say anything, but lowered his eyes to look at the face that was bulging with food.

The young man walking in front of Chu Furong kept nagging her, asking her to help him choose a name.