Quick time travel: The cold villain is acting like a baby in my arms again

The selection of disciples lasted for three days, and Mu Ciwan took advantage of this period of time to repair Qiu Cimu's eyes.

When the silk ribbon was removed and the light slowly filled his eyes, Qiu Cimu was unavoidably agitated. He sat on the chair and almost subconsciously looked for Mu Ciwan's figure.

In fact, right in front of him.

Mu Ciwan just stood there, looking at him with a smile in his eyes, exactly the same as what he observed with his spiritual sense, but more real.

Qiucimu felt his heart was touched hard, and even his eyes that had just regained their light softened. Mu Ciwan was like moonlight, so he couldn't help but reach out and touch her face.

The warm touch told him that this was not a dream.

The next second the hand was caught.

The other party's delicate and smooth fingertips pinched his index finger knuckles and slowly rubbed them, slowly approaching him, seeing his flustered look, his eyes were full of joy, "Master, do I look good?"

"I told you not to call me master." They have already done this and that, so why do they still call him like this.

His gaze wanted to move away uncomfortably, but it seemed to be glued to Mu Ciwan's body, unable to move.

"good-looking."

The slender eye ends, the sharp and regular facial features, and when the lips are raised, the whole person becomes a touch of romance, which makes Qiu Cimu unable to help being addicted to it.

The voice was very low and light, like the vibrating wings of a butterfly. There was no sound, but Mu Ciwan caught it, and she smiled with satisfaction, "Thank you for the compliment, you look good too."

Qiu Cimu stopped talking, he didn't want to hear these businessmen boasting each other.

The eyes that had just regained their brightness were still a little uncomfortable. Afraid that the light would hurt their eyes, Mu Ciwan deliberately closed the doors and windows to prevent the glare from entering.

Seeing Qiucimu was still not used to it, tears welled up in his eyes, he blinked from time to time, and his eyelashes trembled accordingly.

She stretched out her hand and covered Qiu Cimu's eyes, feeling the other's fine eyelashes brushing against her palm: "Take a break, the eyes are just visible."

"quickly."

Qiucimu muttered, Immortal cultivators have a strong ability to adapt, and the feeling of not adapting will soon disappear. He wanted Mu Ciwan not to care so much, but after touching Mu Ciwan's worried eyes, he didn't say any more up.

It is a very reassuring thing to have someone who can worry about him.

It's like a wandering heart that suddenly has a home.

-

After getting used to the newly bright eyes, when going out, Qiu Cimu subconsciously held Mu Ciwan's hand, but only after seeing Mu Ciwan did he realize that he could see.

In this way, there seemed to be no reason to hold her hand.

There is something empty in my heart.

But in the next second, Mu Ciwan had already held his hand, "If Cimu wants to hold my hand, just say so, I'm very happy."

"Who wants to hold your hand!"

Qiucimu's tone was slightly heavier, and he said these words quickly, but he didn't make any movement to break free, and it seemed that he had acquiesced.

"If you don't want to hold my hand, why do your eyes fall on my hand from time to time?" Mu Ciwan wasn't going to let him go just like that. He spoke slowly, watching the person in front of him with a layer of blush on his ears, knowing that He was shy, and the joy in his eyes was even greater, his gentle gaze was like a vast ocean, enveloping the twilight of the autumn resignation.

"I'm just looking at it." Qiu Cimu said awkwardly.

"That's it, then I'm being sentimental, so take my hand back."

As he said that, he was about to let go of his hand, but Qiu Cimu clenched his backhand tightly.

"No!" He said subconsciously, and then he realized how eager his tone was, and his expression and tone were so unnatural that he thought of an excuse for himself: "It's obvious that you are talking nonsense and want to hold my hand, but I I reluctantly agreed."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Mu Ciwan from the corner of his eye, as if she would feel ashamed and angry every minute if she didn't nod and follow his words.

That of course has to be smooth.

Mu Ciwan thought to himself.

"Okay, I think so, thank you Ci Mu for being so considerate."

Autumn Resignation Mu: "..."

What should I do if I am even angrier than what he expected?

-

The first process of selecting new disciples is to test their talents, and the second process is to test their perseverance.

Qiu Cimu and Mu Ciwan landed on a tree. Looking at the disciples climbing up the mountain from the bottom of the mountain, some of them were resolute and dusty, but they couldn't hide their longing.

Someone with ragged clothes lost strength halfway through the climb and fell to the ground.

Someone was sweating profusely in luxurious clothes, still pursing their lips tightly and not saying a word.

There are good and there are bad.

There are also people who start complaining after a while.

But such people are rare.

Zhao Bai is one of them.

The arm has been connected and wrapped with a cloth.

Without the guards who follow him all the time, he has to do everything by himself.

But after walking for a while, he yelled that he would not cultivate immortality.

As soon as the words fell, he was sent to the foot of the mountain by a monk carrying his clothes. This time he completely lost his chance.

Qiu Cimu's expression remained calm, and he turned his gaze back to look at the little paper figurine in Mu Ciwan's hand.

In fact, it is just a small piece of white paper that can move and has no expression, but there is an inexplicable sense of stupidity and cuteness in it, which makes Qiu Cimu couldn't help but want to tease it.

"Does it have self-awareness?"

Qiu Cimu looked at Mu Ciwan and asked, with one hand still pinching the arm of the little paper figurine.

"No," Mu Ciwan looked at Qiu Cimu and then at the little paper figurine, his gaze gradually deepened: "It is my consciousness inside."

Qiu Cimu paused for a while, but Mu Ciwan didn't stop there, and continued: "So I can feel whatever Cimu you do."

In the next second, the paper figurine was stuffed into Mu Ciwan's arms by Qiu Cimu.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier."

He had kneaded this little paper figurine for so long just now.

"But you didn't ask." Mu Ciwan's expression was extraordinarily innocent.

Autumn Resignation Mu: "..."

Don't think that if you pretend to be so innocent, I don't know that you do it on purpose.

After several days of getting along, how could he still not understand how bad this person's character is.

I just like to tease him.

"Angry?"

Mu Ciwan put his chin on his shoulder.

"No." Qiu Cimu said bluntly, and by the way, he poked Mu Ciwan's face with his fingers, and then quickly retracted: "The group of people have gone up, let's go ahead and have a look."

It's not enough to divert attention.

Mu Ciwan thought to himself, but did not expose it, and changed positions with Qiu Cimu.