The senior sister who refuses to fall in love has become a god.

"hope so."

Ye Xuanxin's face tightened. It was the first time she found out how difficult it was without her senior sister.

If the senior sister was here, she would definitely have a solution and wouldn't let the junior brother be in danger alone.

Ye Xuanxin took the letter and looked back around, frowning deeply again.

"Where's Yaya? Why haven't I seen her today? Alas, I can't keep my junior brother here, so I can't even keep a child. Let's look for her separately. She is a mortal and shouldn't be able to go too far."

Several people discussed it and each looked in one direction.

Yaya had already stumbled down the mountain because of fear.

She didn't know why she stopped trying to stop the little fox just now.

It was true that she didn't like the little fox, but she never thought about letting it die.

Now that the little fox is dying, Brother Rumo will definitely hate her, and her sisters will not like her, a cowardly and petty child.

Maybe they would drive her down the mountain, and Yaya didn't dare to face them.

Except for his parents, the people who were the best to him were all hurt.

As Yaya walked, she couldn't help crying again, and she didn't even notice that the shoes on her feet had fallen off.

Until the sharp stones scratched the soles of the feet, leaving bright red blood marks.

The wound was stained with loess and grass leaves, and the sharp thorns scratched into the wound. She couldn't help but tremble in pain.

She sat down with her legs crossed and buried her head.

If she died here, would her brothers and sisters forgive her?

"Huh? Aren't you a little girl from Qianqiumen? Are you crying here alone?"

Yaya raised her head, her vision blurred for a while. When her vision gradually became clear, she realized that the person coming was the good-looking big brother.

"Are you wronged in any way? Come, come here, I will take you back."

But Yaya shook her head violently, turned around and wanted to run away again.

However, because she had been squatting for a long time, her legs were so numb that she did not obey the command. She panicked at her feet, lost her balance, and fell down.

Yue Wangjun smiled faintly: "Eleven, am I so scary?"

Eleven showed up and said, "Your Highness is serious, but this girl is too timid and scared."

Yue Wangjun lowered his gaze and saw that the little girl had fainted.

"Since you don't want to go to Qianqiumen, just take it back. Maybe it will become a useful chess piece in the future."

Time flies, and it’s already the beginning of winter in the blink of an eye.

The cold wind is howling, but there is spiritual energy nourishing the Qianqiu Gate, and the vegetation is still full of vitality.

Ye Xuanxin did her morning exercises as usual, but there was a little less smile on her face.

Her swords made bursts of sound as they pierced through the air, their swords intertwined, and the cold light shone brightly.

Chen Ling'er said boredly: "If you don't sleep in the early morning and you practice swordsmanship, it would be better to meditate in the house and practice faster."

"If you want to sleep, go to sleep and stop making sarcastic remarks here."

Chen Ling'er curled her lips, "Why are you becoming more and more like your senior sister? You speak coldly, like an iceman."

"After all, it's ice spirit root, so there's nothing wrong with looking like an iceman, right?"

Ye Xuanxin stopped moving immediately when a familiar and cold voice came. She stiffened her neck and looked back.

The door opened without any wind, and the cold wind blew up the corners of her clothes. Her long hair was blown behind her, her eyebrows were light, and there seemed to be a smile in the corners of her eyes.

"clang!"

Ye Xuanxin's hands softened and his swords fell to the ground.

"Sister!"

She was almost knocked down as soon as she stepped out. Qian Shu quickly stood up and helped her up.

Ye Xuanxin used to pretend to be strong and act like an adult, but now that the senior sister has come out, all the grievances and sadness she has felt over the past few days have burst out.

"Why are you so excited? Has anything happened these days? There is also a junior brother. Why haven't you seen him?" Qian Shu raised his eyes and looked around.

"Senior Sister..."

Ye Xuanxin sniffed.

"Junior Brother, Junior Brother, he went to the Forest of Dust to save the little fox."

"Forest of Dust?"

Qian Shu couldn't help but frown, "Please tell me carefully what is going on."

When Ye Xuanxin told the whole story, Qian Shu felt something was wrong.

"How could the little fox be suddenly poisoned, and it would be very unlucky for him to go to the Forest of Dust alone."

Could it be that this is the power of fate? Junior brother will fall in love with a fox one day.

So is he still alive now?

Qian Shu calmed down and said, "I'm going to the Forest of Dust."

Just after taking two steps, he bumped into something under his feet.

Looking down, I saw that it was a pile of porcelain vases of various colors, and there were various withered branches inside the porcelain vases.

"what is this?"

Chen Ling'er explained from the side: "This is sent by Yue Wangjun. He comes here every now and then and delivers some random flowers, saying that he wants to send them to you when you leave the customs."

"What a mess. The flowers Mr. Yue sends every day are very beautiful, but I'm not good at taking care of them. Many of them are withered." Ye Xuanxin defended.

"The flowers are all withered. There's no use keeping these bottles. Let's clean them up another day." Qian Shu glanced at them without any emotion.

"Miss Qian Shu, I carefully selected those porcelain vases. If you dispose of them casually like this, some people will be sad."

It was the beginning of winter, and Yue Wangjun wore a large fox fur cloak with a circle of fur on the edge.

"Yue Wangjun."

"I'm here. What I brought you this time is a vase of blue chrysanthemums. The autumn air is crisp and the people are as light as chrysanthemums."

Qian Shu's eyes moved to the vase of flowers in his hand. The blue chrysanthemums were indeed rare and beautiful.

But in the final analysis, it is no different from white chrysanthemum, it just has an extra layer of different colors.

"No need. I think I have made it clear before. We are not the same as Mr. Yue and we should not come to my Qianqiu Gate in the future."

Yue Wangjun curled his lips somewhat self-deprecatingly, "It seems that Miss Qian Shu still hates me, but after this time, I'm afraid Yue will not come again."

Ye Xuanxin asked: "Master Yue, are you going back?"

Yue Wangjun nodded, "I'm afraid you have heard that there are demons invading Yanhuang City, and many people have died. As a member of Yanhuang City, I should go back and contribute."

"But you are not a monk. It would be dangerous to go back."

Ye Xuanxin frowned, "I think you'd better not go back and just stay at Yushan Gate. Isn't Senior Brother Feiyun, the next head of Yushan Gate, your uncle?"

"That's true, but although Yue has no cultivation, he still has his own way of survival, and the invasion of the demons is not a trivial matter. The leaders will also send people there at that time."

Yue Wangjun looked at Qian Shu solemnly: "Miss Qian Shu should also go by then."

"You don't need to worry about this, Mr. Yue. The demons are the enemies of all people in the world, and Qianqiu Sect will not ignore them."

Yue Wangjun smiled slightly and said, "Miss Qian Shu, are you free? Before I leave, I have a gift I want to give you."

"No need, I won't accept your gift."

"Don't refuse in a hurry. What if this gift is a Scrophulariaceae sword?"