Unlike the cloudy transit a few days ago, the blue sky finally emerged above Qingqiu, accompanied by the gentle breeze, bringing people comfort.

The people and earth immortals are still busy with their lives, working from sunrise to sunset, and people coming and going in the street market, and no one knows what happened a few days ago.

There was no longer the shadow of the past in Qizhi Hall, and Zhiyang no longer locked himself in the bedroom, rekindled his hope of life. Luo Yuan stayed by Zhiyang every day. When he got up in the morning, he took care of Zhiyang's diet and daily life, and all things were unknown.

Now Zhiyang has also put away his sharpness in the past and met with the patriarchs every day with Luo Yuan. Although his eyes are gone, Ercong is clear-headed and has no delay in handling Qingqiu's government affairs.

With the cooperation of Zhiyang and Luoyuan, the entire Qingqiu was also doing everything in an orderly manner as usual.

The evening breeze is gentle, and the stars have already hung on the branches. There is only Luo Yuan in the hall of the entire temple.

"A Yuan!"

Zhiyang's gentle voice suddenly sounded. Luo Yuan raised his head from the memorial in his hand, looked at Zhiyang who was slowly fumbled to the door, and his heart tightened for a while. He threw the memorial in his hand and came directly to Zhiyang's hand. He took the tray in Zhiyang's hand with one hand, and instantly supported Zhiyang with the other hand, and took her into the hall.

"It's so late, why are you here?" Luo Yuan frowned and couldn't help but say a few words.

But Zhiyang didn't seem to care and smiled slightly, "How late is it? I don't know the black and white now, so how do I distinguish the time?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Yuan felt a little hatred in his heart, "Azhi..."

"A Yuan, come and try it. This is the pastry in Fandeng City. I liked the most when I was a child!" Before Luo Yuan finished speaking, Zhiyang's hand kept leaning forward to find the pastry he had brought.

Seeing Zhiyang's movements, Luo Yuan hurriedly saw that the pastries on the table were closer to Zhiyang. When Zhiyang's fingertips touched the plate, the nervous expression on his face instantly relaxed, and a faint smile appeared. He took a piece of pastry casually and turned around and handed it to Luo Yuan.

Looking at Zhiyang's actions, Luo Yuan smiled gently but did not take the pastry directly, and bit it directly, which caught Zhiyang off guard.

"What are you doing?" In a hurry, Zhiyang withdrew his hand, and there seemed to be a few flush on his face.

"Mrs. shouldn't she eat it like this?"

Luo Yuan smiled softly, grabbed Zhiyang's hand, and felt her warmth.

"Yes, yes...but don't understand so quickly..."

"Madam, is it that I disliked me to understand too slowly?"

Looking at Zhiyang like this in front of him, Luo Yuan couldn't help but ripples appear in his heart. Since Zhiyang was blind, he showed a different side from the past. He was pretty and gentle, and his whole body was not as sharp as before. Instead, he was like a breeze blowing into his heart.

"I won't tell you!" Zhiyang's face turned red when Luo Yuan said, gently slapped Luo Yuan's hand, turned his face and said seriously, "I'm here today, I'm saying exactly. Are you busy now? I want to take you to the place."

Looking at Zhiyang's appearance, he put away his previous joke, "I'm not busy, where are you going, I'll accompany you."

"It's not you who accompany me, it's probably me who accompany you to meet the ancestors of my fox clan."
Chapter completed!