Xuanyuan Moze didn't really like eating pastries, but when he saw her handing it to him, he opened his mouth and ate the pastries she handed over. After eating the pastries, he took a sip of tea and said, "Well, it tastes okay, not too sweet." He thought to himself that since she liked it, he would ask the people in his mansion to make more pastries that she liked.
Song Ming and his friends were stunned when they saw the two people feeding each other in the pavilion. Were they still standing here? They were showing off their affection in front of them
For a moment, they felt awkward, not knowing whether to leave or not.
Feng Jiu glanced at a few people and then chuckled: "Do you want to try it too?" As she spoke, she picked up a piece of cake and suddenly attacked Song Ming.
Song Ming was stunned for a moment, then he quickly reacted and stretched out his hand to catch it. His palm deflected the incoming force, so that the cake remained intact in his palm without breaking.
However, when Song Ming caught the cake, Feng Jiu threw out three more pieces, one at each of Ning Lang and the other three. Seeing that they had all caught the cakes, Feng Jiu curled her lips slightly and said, "Open your hands for me to see."
Song Ming spread out his hands and said with a smile: "If you want to test our skills, you should at least give us a warning! This sudden surprise really scared me." His pastry was intact and not broken.
Luo Fei and Ning Lang were a little slow, so a corner of the cake in their hands was crushed. At this time, seeing Feng Jiu's glance, they couldn't help but smile awkwardly.
"This... I accidentally used too much force."
At this time, Leng Hua had people bring in small wine tables and placed them in the garden. Gu Xiangyi and Yi Xiuran also came over. Everyone gathered in the garden looked at each other and started introducing themselves to each other.
Fengjiu took out some wine from the space to entertain them. As they drank the wine, they gradually relaxed their original restraint...
On the other side, on the top of Tianshan Mountain, Mo Chen, dressed in white, stood in front of his master and briefly reported to him what had happened in the past few years. After a long time, he did not hear his master speak, so he looked up.
Tianjizi listened to Mo Chen's words for a long time without saying anything. Seeing him looking at him, he couldn't help but sigh: "So, in the past five years, you have been practicing in the Holy Tower and still haven't been able to cut off your love?"
He didn't expect his master to say this as soon as he opened his mouth. Mo Chen was stunned for a moment, then he pursed his lips and lowered his head. He remained silent because he didn't know how to say it.
The air seemed to have calmed down. Outside, snowflakes were falling and the cold wind was howling, breaking the silence of the moment. Tianjizi sighed softly, "Fool."
He shook his head and stood up, walking slowly with his hands behind his back, looking at the vast expanse of white outside for a long time, and said, "So, Feng Jiu and Xuanyuan Mo Ze are planning to get married?"
"Yes, they are going back to get married, and I want to drink their wedding wine. Therefore, before leaving, I came back to see Master and tell him about what happened in the past few years."
As Mo Chen spoke, his eyes also fell forward, and he said: "Master, don't worry about your disciple. Many things are predetermined long ago, and it is the same for me now. From the beginning, the choice was mine. I chose this path myself, and I have never regretted it."