I became my brother's cloud baby

It was still snowing heavily the next day.

A little bit of warm sunlight slanted in through the window and sprinkled on the bed.

Ren Yanxing slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a strong chest, his head was resting on the chest, and he was hugged by the man, and the quilt covered his shoulders, covering his whole body in the warmth.

He was uncommonly comfortable.

It was almost daylight, and it was supposed to be a day of heavy snow, but the sun shone in without hesitation.

It is estimated that it is already noon.

Ren Yanxing lay in bed for a while, then thought about getting up and tidying up for the banquet, when he moved slightly, his waist felt sore.

He subconsciously supported the bed with his hands.

Wuzhi tossed him thoroughly yesterday, and he didn't stop until midnight.

There was a knock on the door: "Master, Master!"

"It's getting late, it's time to get up and clean up, and it's time to go to the banquet in the afternoon." The voice of the disciple outside the door came.

The disciple outside the door looked up at the sky, it was already noon.

He was a little puzzled, his master had always been a morning person, even though he had retreated for a year, he did not completely change his habits.

He hadn't woken up until now.

"Understood." Ren Yanxing's voice came from inside the room.

The disciple breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that their master might have woken up earlier, but it was only because of the heavy snow outside that they couldn't come out.

Thinking of this, he felt relieved, bowed to the door with both hands, and backed away.

Hearing the sound of footsteps fading away, Ren Yanxing reached out to take the clothes and put them on. He glanced at Wu Zhi beside him. The man was sleeping soundly, and he didn't seem to be disturbed by the conversation just now.

Ren Yanxing withdrew his gaze and was about to bow his head to tie his belt when he caught a glimpse of the letter from his disciple yesterday from the corner of his eye. He tied his belt and stretched out his hand to take the letter.

He opened the letter and glanced at the letter.

Suddenly his eyes froze.

The letter said that he and Wuzhi were invited to the banquet together.

It turned out that several elders of the immortal clan had glimpsed the abnormal movement of the returning soul ball yesterday, and several elders worked together to observe the future with the Xiaoling mirror, and found that the fate of the future had changed.

After 100 years, the demon world returned, and it turned out to be a harmonious coexistence.

The three worlds of demons, demons, and immortals coexist harmoniously, and there will be no more wars.

Before Ren Yanxing accepted this task, the elder told him that if he completes the task, let him live with Wuzhi and won't bother them anymore.

So in order to celebrate this great happy event, several elders held a banquet and invited them to participate.

Thinking of this, Ren Yanxing folded the letter. Just as he was about to tell Wuzhi the good news, a warm chest was pressed against his back:

"Why are you so happy?"

"See for yourself." Ren Yanxing handed the letter to Wu Zhi.

Wuzhi took the letter and looked at it, his gaze sank.

In the past, he was in the same situation as the immortal clan, and even killed Junhua. In the eyes of the immortal clan, he was an unforgivable crime and was listed as a sinner.It was also because of this that he was cornered by the immortal clan, so he went to Youhai alone.

Now the fairy clan actually invited him to the banquet?

He continued to look down and caught a glimpse of the letter saying that the demon world would return in 100 years, and then he understood.

After 100 years, the demon world returns, and all the demons obey him. If you want the three worlds to live in harmony, you have to obey his orders.

So I had to invite him.

This means to discuss with him.

He was thinking, and Ren Yanxing had already started to pack up: "This time I'm going down the mountain, I should bring a lot of things, so I need to pack up quickly."

Seeing that Ren Yanxing was in high spirits, Wuzhi smiled relaxedly, and asked intentionally, "Is there any part in these things?"

Ren Yanxing paused, looked down at those things, and replied after a long time:

"Have."

Wuzhi chuckled, and he came over to help Ren Yanxing clean up: "Are we going to Minghua Palace this time?"

"Yes. It seems that there are not only a few of us at this banquet, but also some decent people from the fairy sect."

"The Immortal Gate is decent? You mean... Gu Ming and the others will come too?"

"Yes." Ren Yanxing seemed to know what he was thinking, "Everything in Guihun Ball is fictional, so what happened in Guihun Ball... they don't remember."

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