I don't know when.

The moonlight was dyed deep blood and shone in from the window. At the time of the print, there was a slender figure.

I suddenly heard this.

Jiang Zirou narrowed her eyes and looked at the surrounding environment.

There was nothing in the entire hall except the tea table in the center.

There is no furniture, no pillars, no stairs to go up and down. At first glance, there is only a flat piece, the ground is full of gravel residue, and there are also dilapidated wooden furniture fragments in the corner.

Standing at the door, you can see the circular arched windows on all sides.

There are round arched windows above one person's height, most of which are already broken, and some have wooden borders left.

A wooden thorn protrudes, with blood stained at the top, hanging alone in the middle of the window.

The entire bamboo building was dyed blood by the moonlight, revealing a strong sense of decadence and dilapidation.

The long-haired figure stood in front of a window, grabbed the window frame and looked out, and slowly turned around.

The cold and deserted face blew by the night wind, and she kept floating back with her skirt.

Jiang Zirou frowned.

From her perspective, she could only see the dark shadows and the blood-red long skirt on her body.

She couldn't see clearly, so she didn't take the initiative to open her double pupils.

For strangers, this behavior is tantamount to provocation. Jiang Zirou is not afraid of her, but she does not want to have a conflict with this girl who claims to be her grandmother.

The moonlight is blood red and the shadow is pitch black.

The cold wind blew, and Jiang Zirou rose up and came to her senses.

I first heard what I said before.

Jiang Zirou thought this person was making fun of her, but when she came back to her senses.

Think carefully.

But I felt a little surprised again...

Looking at the face that had a little similar to her, Jiang Zirou felt that what she said before might be true.

This is a bit embarrassing!

"Jiang Daoheng is my father..."

The woman had a light scarlet eye shadow and looked very magnificent.

After Jiang Zirou fully utilized her phoenix blood talent, a similar situation would appear on her.

It turns out... this figure should be one of his elders.

Of course, it is also very likely that as she said, as both the royal family of Daxia, this person had no reason to lie to her in such a small matter.

only…

Jiang Zirou's delicate brows frowned slightly.

She did not feel hostility from the figure in front of her, but just felt a faint tolerance.

It comes from your elders.

It also comes from the same bloodline.

But strangely... Jiang Zirou didn't feel much vitality from her.

Instead, it was a heavy death breath.

"My name is Jiang Xiaoxiao..." Jiang Xiaoxiao's voice was cold, and only when she looked at Jiang Zirou, her eyes were slightly softer.

She sighed and looked at the red moon in the sky with a slanted look.

He said sadly: "I was dead a thousand years ago."

...

Tea with an amber luster flows out of the teapot.

Fall into the crystal clear teacup on the bamboo table.

Two equally slender and thin figures sat opposite each other, and Jiang Zirou lowered her head slightly to hide her embarrassment.

Jiang Xiaoxiao looked at the girl in front of her calmly.

The tea is full.

The paper man bowed his waist and slowly retreated.

He was light and agile, and he held the porcelain pot with half a pot of tea left without making any sound.

Slowly disappearing into the shadows in the corners of the wall.

Grandma...I want to learn this.

I don’t know if my wife from my previous life could run out of the painting…

Successfully solved the problem that has plagued me for many days.

What I look at myself outside the window every day is not the pervert that evil eyes say.

And he also found his long-lost relative in the vast new world... Grandma Zu.

Obviously two very good things.

But why... when it happens together, it makes people feel confused.

"well…"

Jiang Zirou sighed in her heart.

She raised her head and wanted to say hello, but she saw Jiang Xiaoxiao's eyes with faint sorrow.

My heart is a mess.

The words I held in my mouth, but I couldn't say them.

Hesitate.

In the end, Jiang Zirou swallowed the words again.

This grandma is not bad either.

A few days ago, the treasures placed at my door were of great quality.

It is of great benefit to monks at the saint realm.

It can be seen that Jiang Xiaoxiao should like him very much...

It was only after this brief contact... Jiang Zirou realized that she was her little ancestor.

Character...

A little too sensitive.

"well…"

He looked at Jiang Zirou's head raising and quickly got down.

Jiang Xiaoxiao's slender eyebrows frowned slightly, shook her head and sighed:

“I will never go to the garden again.

The loneliness is as high as mine; I sit at night and listen to the wind.

Sleeping in the day and listening to the rain, I realize how the moon is short and how the sky is old.”

She looked at Jiang Zirou slowly, and there seemed to be a crystal flashing corner of her eyes: "Sitting in this vast world for thousands of years, I finally waited for a junior whom I like, but it was out of reach, making me worried and unable to sleep or eat.

For the person you like, you are kind to you, and you are kind to you. You are all thinking about what you want, and it is a common thing...

But you are destined to be the meteorite passing through this night. Even if you bring a glimmer of light to the dark night for thousands of years, it will eventually be fleeting..."

"And even so... the vast time, the long space, the thousand years of waiting, you don't even want to call me Grandma."

"I…"

Jiang Zirou tilted her head and her mouth twitched.

"Ancestor..."

no!

Really can't do it!

Although Jiang Xiaoxiao is much older than Jiang Zirou.

But his appearance is as young as a girl, and he stands with Jiang Zirou like a sister.

Such a deceptive appearance, no matter what, the three words "Grandma" cannot be expressed.

Absolutely unspeakable!
To be continued...