Ye Jinglan looked at Xuanjun with her dark eyes, with a bit of a smile in her eyes: "Master feels sorry for me, so he can't bear to tease me. However, even if the fruit Master gives to A-Lan is sour, A-Lan will think that it is

Master and disciple are good." His voice was gentle and soothing.

A smile appeared on the corner of Xuanjun's mouth, "Alan said that, I am even more reluctant to tease you. During the winter reunion festival, I will definitely put a few less sour fruits in Alan's cakes." She said.

The voice is soft and pleasant.

Ye Jinglan's dark eyes were filled with doubts, "Reunion Festival? Is it the same as the reunion festival in the earth and the human world?"

Lord Xuan nodded lightly, "Since there is winter in the Upper Mysterious World, there must be no less excitement. The people in this world will receive the blessings I have given them. The Divine Sect will distribute blessing cakes with magic power to the disciples of the God.

The demon masters in the demon world will also give out blessing cakes to the monsters, and the same is true in the demon world. Of course I will also distribute blessing cakes to you, after all, you are my family." Her voice was soft and pleasant.

Ye Jinglan's handsome face was gentle and his dark eyes were deep, "Can Master also receive blessing cakes?"

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Xuanjun's mouth, "The ones above should be the ones giving out blessing cakes to me. They are not just a reunion festival. Of course, if I also receive blessing cakes that day, I will

Naturally, she is also happy." Her voice was soft and pleasant.

Ye Jinglan's dark eyes looked at Xuan Jun, "On the day of the Reunion Festival, Master will definitely receive blessings. A Lan will make blessing cakes for Master." His voice was gentle and soothing.

Xuanjun's golden eyes hid a hint of smile, "I will give you rich blessings."

"I will definitely not disappoint Master." Ye Jinglan's voice was gentle and soothing. He held Xuanjun's hand, and they left Fairy Town and walked towards the snow-capped mountains.

At night, Xuanjun was sitting on the cushion in her bedroom. There were warm sparkling fruits in her room, which was very warm. There was a lot of red paper on the table next to her. She was cutting the red paper with scissors.

The door in her room was pushed open, and a slender figure walked in. It was Si Qiuyan. He was wearing a light-colored winter coat. His face was delicate and beautiful, and he had a pair of narrow eyes. He closed the room gently.

He opened the door, walked to Xuanjun, and sat on the cushion next to her.

Si Qiuyan's narrow eyes looked at the stacks of red paper on the table, with a bit of confusion in her eyes: "Is Master cutting appliqués?"

Xuanjun held the scissors in her hand and carefully picked up the red paper in her hand. "Why don't you rest? You have to work tomorrow." Her voice was soft and pleasant.

"Master, do you remember how long it has been since you were alone with Axiang?" Si Qiuyan's voice was pleasant, with a somewhat seductive charm.

Xuanjun's golden eyes stared at the red paper in his hand with a focused expression, "I will not remember this." Her voice was soft and cold.

Si Qiuyan put her slender hands around Xuanjun's waist, "Master didn't let Axiang follow him in the morning, is it because he didn't want to be alone with Axiang?" His voice was nice and seductive.

Xuanjun's expression was calm, "Because it's useless for you to go, why not stay on the mountain and help me plant the sacred grass. If you want to plant the land on the top of the mountain in winter, it will take a lot of time and labor." Her voice was soft,

Nice to hear.

Si Qiuyan's slender chin touched Xuanjun's face lightly, "But Master said this, which made Axiang sad. Master has to make up for Axiang." His voice was nice and seductive.

Xuanjun put the cut flowers in the basket, "How do you want me to make it up to you? Will you go to the Fairy Tribe with me again tomorrow?"

"The master that Axiang wants must know. What Axiang has always wanted is the master." Si Qiuyan's breath gently touched Xuanjun's fair face, which was a little warm.

Xuan Jun picked up a piece of red paper and folded it, "I am the Realm Master, but not everyone can take it." Her voice was soft and pleasant.

"Axiang is not afraid of who the master is, nor is he afraid of being punished. Axiang only knows that the master is the only woman Axiang wants." Si Qiuyan's arms around Xuan Jun became tighter.

"You have already been punished once because of me. If you do it again, the punishment will be heavier." Xuanjun's voice was soft and cold. She picked up the scissors and cut the paper.

"Axiang doesn't care what kind of punishment she receives. As long as she can be with the master, Axiang is willing to bear any punishment." Si Qiuyan's lips touched Xuanjun's face, his movements were gentle and caring.

Xuanjun's golden eyes looked at the paper-cut in her hand, "You still have such extreme thoughts, you should really stay in the upper world for tens of thousands more years." Her voice was soft and pleasant.

"As long as the master is still here, Axiang is willing to stay for another hundred thousand years." His chin touched Xuanjun's face gently, his movements loving.

There was a hint of smile hidden in Xuanjun's golden eyes, "Really? In that case, you can go to the upper world tomorrow. I can help you." Her voice was soft and pleasant.

A smile appeared at the corner of Si Qiuyan's mouth, "Okay, but before Axiang is punished, she has to collect a debt from the master." His slender hand grabbed Xuanjun's jade hand, and the scissors and scissors in her hand were

The paper is placed on the table.

Xuanjun looked at Si Qiuyan with his golden eyes, "When did I owe you a debt?"

Si Qiuyan's narrow eyes were somewhat bright. "Since Master has forgotten, Axiang must help Master remember it." He picked up Xuanjun and walked to the bed.

The next day, Xuanjun walked out of her room. She was wearing a green winter coat and her hair was combed into a simple bun. Her dark hair hung lightly behind her. She looked delicate and mysterious.

Xuanjun walked towards the courtyard, and Si Qiuyan walked out of Xuanjun's room. His delicate and beautiful face was unusually dazzling, perhaps because of the smile on his face.

Xuanjun walked to a yard full of wood. Her golden eyes looked at the pavilion in the yard. She waved her hand towards the pavilion. The pavilion disappeared instantly, and the direction of the pavilion turned into a cliff.

You can clearly see the cold wind carrying snow outside the cliff.

Xuanjun waved his hand towards the pile of wood, and the wood automatically floated, flew to the edge of the cliff, and moved to set up. After a while, a pavilion appeared on the edge of the cliff.

Ronuo walked into the yard. He saw the empty pavilion on the edge of the cliff. He walked to Xuanjun and said, "There are still some things missing." He waved his hand in the direction of the pavilion. The pavilion was covered with bamboo blankets.

A long table and four mats appeared on it. There was a pot of tea and several wine glasses on the long table, which was simple and elegant.

"It's not even close." Xuan Jun waved his hand in the direction of the pavilion. A light-colored canvas appeared on the left and right sides of the pavilion. Only the cliff and the courtyard were exposed. A lamp filled with warm sparkling fruits was placed in the hall.

furnace.

Xuanjun and Ronuo walked in, and they sat down in the pavilion. Ronuo looked at the cliff beside him, and below it was the abyss filled with white snow and mist. "How did you come up with the idea of ​​building a pavilion in this place? Here below
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