Happy to open the coffin

Chapter 760 This little beast is really funny. [one more]

"what happened?"

An Xiangwan was a little worried that he would do something disqualified.

Seeing the wariness in her eyes, Jiang Luofan felt a pain in his heart, shook his head and endured the little request in his heart...

He just wanted to ask her: Can I give you a hug?

Just a moment...

Forget it.

"fine."

He pulled a faint wry smile, turned around and walked out of the room.

An Xiangwan breathed a sigh of relief after seeing him go out, he looked like he was about to be hugged just now.

She knew how he was feeling, but when she really hugged him, she felt very embarrassed, because she only treated him as a friend, brother and sister.

If only he could be like Gong Ze and not call her...

But she knew it was selfish to think so.

Putting away his sad thoughts, he looked back and saw the black unicorn lying on the bench, and said to it: "Xiao Hei, go and see if Qiuting has planted the tree well, and you go and put some fertilizer on it."

"..."

After hearing this, Hei Qilin was embarrassed and speechless. He didn't want to do such a long-lost thing at all, which was really embarrassing.

It feels like it will lose its freedom to poop in the future.

Even so, it obeyed and did as it was told.

He jumped off the bench lightly, then left the room and found the place where the spirit seedlings were planted. He looked at Xiaoqiu for a long time, then raised his front hooves and looked again, sighed helplessly, dig it, dig the hole and close it It's solved at the first glance.

"Apply" fertilizer, when he stood up to bury the soil, he looked up to see Lan Qiuting coming over with a half bucket of fertilizer and water, this...

Lan Qiuting walked back and saw the little black beast digging a hole beside Xiao Miao to pull poop—shocked!

"This……"

Do you still need to water her fat water? Will it make the seedlings fat and burnt?

Hei Qilin looked at Lan Qiuting, she looked at it, the picture was so embarrassing that it went out of the sky, she turned her head to look at the pit, quickly covered it with soil, turned around and fled as fast as she could.

It is a majestic spirit king of all beasts, but it is reduced to "fertilizing" trees. In its previous life, it must have forgotten to burn incense, alas.

Lan Qiuting stood there watching Xiao Heilei run away, couldn't help but shook his head amusedly and muttered: "This little beast is really funny."

After finishing speaking, he looked down at the small bucket of fat water he was carrying, thought about it, and decided to go back and change to fresh water.

The black unicorn returned to the room and looked at An Xiangwan who was already lying on the bed ready to rest with a small resentment on his face. He jumped on the bench and licked his "wound". Just now was the most embarrassing time in his life.

An Xiangwan was watching the recent news about the environment. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw it coming back. When he raised his eyes and saw its small appearance, he thought it was just a simple temper tantrum, so he waved to it and signaled it to come to the bed.

Hei Qilin had no choice but to jump down from the chair, stomped to the bedside, and was about to ask, when he felt a gentle touch on his head, he didn't hate it, and even liked it, he looked up at the woman on the bed.

"Thank you for your hard work. I will reward you when you form Yundou."

She remembered that the spirit tree had produced cloud beans before, and it went to steal it, this little greedy beast.

After hearing this, Hei Qilin nodded happily. Those embarrassing things just now turned into clouds, and the little beast who is easy to be satisfied is happy.

In An Xiangwan's eyes, it was like a child.

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In the cloudy sky in the afternoon, there was a light rain as dense as silver needles, pattering on the glazed tile roof of the palace of Ghost Emperor City, making a crisp "beep, beep..." The wind blew the lead clouds, rolling and colliding with each other. There were bursts of thunder, and lightning flashed in the shape of tree roots from time to time, illuminating the dim palace through the windows.

(End of this chapter)