Xiaoye Zuo Wenzi slowly walked on the veranda, holding a persimmon in his hand, and the blue broken hair and red hair rope fluttered in the wind. He lowered his head and looked at the persimmon in his palm. His eyes were filled with expectation. He slowly stopped in front of a sliding door. He hesitated for a moment, reached out and pushed the door to the left. He saw Jiang Xue Zuo Wenzi in the room was rotating Buddhist beads, sitting upright in front of the coffee table, looking at the only item on the table - a plum blossom in the vase.

The warm sunlight quietly slid into the gap in the window, dyeing the breath of the morning all over this light and simple room, and putting a faint light on him. The sadness on his body dissipated when he saw Xiaoye Zuo Wenwen. Jiang Xuezuo Wenwen lowered his head and sighed softly, greeted Xiaoye Zuo Wenwen to come to his side, and reached out to touch his head.

"Brother......" Xiaoye Zuo Wenzi let him stroke his head, pursed his lips and remained silent for a moment, handed out the persimmon in his hand, put it in his hand, and "eat."

Jiang Xuezuo looked at the persimmon in his hand, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, then smoothed it out, "Okay." He stood up, searched in his cabinet, took out a persimmon, and put it in Xiaoye's hand, "You eat too."

Xiaoye Zuo Wen took the words, and the two of them sat at the table together, eating persimmons, silent, but full of warm atmosphere.

Jiang Xuezuo slowly removed the persimmon, picked up the handkerchief and handed it to Xiaoye. Seeing him wipe the water stains on the corners of his mouth, the annoyance that had originally arisen because of the inexplicable dream yesterday dissipated, and he fell into the situation where my brother was still so cute, although he did not show it at all.

Yesterday was his first time to come to this Honmaru. It was a bit strange, but it also felt a bit natural. This Honmaru, which was full of darkness and dryness, seemed to be full of countless secrets. Jiang Xuezuo's words didn't care about these. He naturally accepted the fact that he had come to an unusual Honmaru. As long as his younger brother was there, everything didn't matter.

He looked at Xiaoye's words, and his eyes gradually became rippled. He lowered his eyes, looking at the branches of several wintersweets blooming, and the two of them watched the plum blossom together.

This beautiful picture was exactly what Zong Sanzuo, who came over to find his brother, saw when he pushed the door in his hand with breakfast. His steps paused, and suddenly he didn't want to disturb the scene. He tried not to make any sound. He slowly walked into the room and gently closed the sliding door. A hint of red flashed in his eyes, and then disappeared.

Seeing that the sliding door closed without making a sound, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand and stroked a strand of pink hair scattered in front of him behind his ears, turned around and placed the plate on the table, and whispered: "Brother, Xiaoye, you have breakfast."

"Zong San." Jiang Xuezuo's words withdrew their gaze at the plum blossoms, looked at the exquisite breakfast, and nodded to Zong Sanzuo's words, "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's okay, brother." Zong Sanzuo Wenzi smiled and placed the breakfast on the plate on the table, put a pair of chopsticks into Xiaoye Wenzi's hand, turned around and sat next to Jiang Xuezuo Wenzi.

The three of them clapped their hands together, closed their hands, and whispered: "I'm starting to move." Then they neatly and orderly cut out chopsticks at the same time.

"Well, is Your Highness Jiang Xue here?" At this time, the sliding door was suddenly opened, and Tsurumarao's voice was very loud, which attracted the three of them to look up at the same time.

Tsurumara Kuniyao saw that they had just planned to start eating, and they didn't move at all in the breakfast, and they were still trying to pick up food. He felt the deep stare from Saya Zuo Wenzi and So San Zuo Wenzi, and subconsciously took a step back. Well, this fierce look was just disturbing their brothers' emotional exchange the next day. Although it was really not good, I had to think about my life.

Thinking of the threatening smile of Sanrimoon Sect, Tsurumaru Guonaga shuddered, but he mustered up the courage to say to them: "Disturbation, Your Highness Jiang Xue?"

Jiang Xuezuo Wenzi felt that he might not be able to eat this breakfast. He sighed slowly, and his fingers slid over several Buddhist beads and whispered: "Your Highness Hemaru." There were only four words, but it was filled with sighs and sadness, just like the mourning cry of a nightingale.

He deeply felt the sad aura from Jiang Xuezuo Wenzi. Tsurumara Kuronaga really couldn't bear to deceive the other party's heart and said dryly: "Uh... That's right, you and Zong San are going to go out today." He paused and said quickly, "You guys go to the open space to gather, I'll leave first!" He turned around, jumped away with his toes, and quickly, as if something was chasing him behind him.

"Can't you avoid fighting anyway?" Jiang Xuezuo's gaze retracted, picked up the chopsticks again, and said to Xiaoyezuo's gaze and Zong Sanzuo's gaze, who seemed a little worried, "Eat."

"Ah? Yes, brother." Zong Sanzuo's words came back to his senses and replied.

Shi Buyan, Zong Sanzuo's words just looked at his brother's face secretly. The brother had just been forged, with the lowest level and the weakest combat power of the entire Honmaru. This time he went out to upgrade his brother, and he should go to a relatively low-level place. It would be better if he had a guard, but...

Zong Sanzuo thought of the God-Surveyer who had been staying on the shelf. Yesterday, the God-Surveyer forged his brother. Although he didn't understand why the God-Surveyer suddenly thought of forging a knife, and even avoided everyone's sight and successfully entered the forging site, it was also very good to see the brother, so he didn't care about the God-Surveyer, but he couldn't feel at ease about the matter of the formation. What if something happened?

Jiang Xuezuo swallowed the last piece of breakfast, turned his head slightly, and saw that his younger brother was holding his sleeve tightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking about, so he sighed helplessly, raised his hand and rubbed his head.

"Brother?" Zong Sanzuo raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Xuezuo in confusion.

Jiang Xuezuo said lightly, "Don't think too much." After pausing, he said, "Even if I don't like fighting, I don't have the right to refuse."

Zong Sanzuo's writing was silent for a moment and nodded slowly. Forget it, he also had to go out to fight. He must protect his brother from being injured.

Jiang Xuezuo Wenzi saw that he seemed to be hesitating and said nothing. He turned his head and asked Xiaoye whether he was full with his eyes. After getting Xiaoye's little nod, he raised his hand and put the leftover empty tray into the tray, slowly got up, his long hair was spread behind him, and the light and shadow were streaked, dyeing a thin layer of light.

He fought with his backlight, his figure a little dark, "Zong San, let's go together." He raised his foot and walked outside.

"Xiaoye, go and have fun." Zong Sanzuo Wenzi instructed Xiaoye Wenzi. Seeing that he nodded obediently, he knew that his younger brother had always been obedient and was very relieved, so he got up and quickly followed Jiang Xuezuo Wenzi, "Brother, I'll get it."

"No, I'll do it." Jiang Xuezuo shook her head in the text.

"Brother......" Zong Sanzuowen looked at Jiang Xuezuowen's cold side face, raised the corner of his mouth and whispered, "It's great that brother is here."

"Huh?" Jiang Xuezuo's words felt that she had heard what he had said just now, but she couldn't hear clearly, so she looked at him in confusion.

"Nothing." Zong San shook his hand in writing.
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