Eldest Senior Sister Has Abandoned Treatment

Eldest Senior Sister Has Abandoned Treatment Chapter 423

The reply given by the system is still blunt and old-fashioned——

[There is absolutely no bug in this system, please rest assured! 】

I'm relieved to have a hammer!

A gust of wind is blowing on the wasteland from nowhere.

Bai Lian smelled anger.

The smell made her even more absent-minded.

It was Yan Yue's actions that made her come back to his senses in time.

Yan Yue let go of her right hand and let that hand slam down.

"Look, empty, totally empty."

Depressed, dull, bitter...

All kinds of emotions Bloom on Yan Yue.

She is also like a purple flower.

But it's completely different from Shi Yunshang who raised his neck proudly even when he was hit.

At this time, Yan Yue is like a little purple flower that has not seen the rain for a long time.

She moved away in a panic, as if Bai Lian was a fire that was going to eat people.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Yan Yue waved his hands desperately, "My words stained your ears, Emperor Bai Lian, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I shouldn't have grabbed your hand, Shouldn't..."

She shouted incoherently.

The breakdown of an adult is often instantaneous!

At this time, Yan Yue was obviously abnormal.

Even An Lan, who was about to hit Yan Yue level with himself with a hammer, stopped.

“Who?”

Bai Lian turned around.

Only the wind was blowing, and after a while there were birdsong.

“gu gu gu…”

“…”

She quickly spread out her spiritual consciousness, but really only saw one bird, one The only bird she can play with.

Forget it.

This is not important.

“Martial-Pibling Yan.”

Bai Lian took a step forward, even if Yan Yue tried to resist, she still grabbed Yan Yue's hand.

Tightly grip like pliers.

It was tight and hard.

Yan Yue couldn't get away at all, but that didn't stop her from continuing to talk.

"I'm sorry, I'm just a jerk, a jerk like me shouldn't stand with you at all, I don't dare, I don't dare anymore, you let me go, Emperor Bai Lian , you let me go, you can do whatever you want to me, please!"

She was very anxious.

But Bai Lian just won't let go.

She doesn't care about the system, what is the difference between Martial Uncle and martial nibling, she only knows that as long as she lets go of Yan Yue, it will probably fall continuously.

That wasn't what she wanted to see.

Alas.

Bai Lian sighed in his heart.

Enough is enough.

She is neither Sect Master, nor Elder, nor even Head, but why does she feel that Ascension Sect is all her carry?

There must be something wrong with this!

I played with butter in my last life, and I came to be a mother in this life.

It's all this world's fault.

Thinking like this, Bai Lian took a step forward fiercely.

Yan Yue bent down and tried to dodge, but where could she hide when her hand was caught.

She struggled, and Bai Lian struggled harder.

Open your arms and wrap them gently like the wings of a hen who cares for a chick.

Finally, Bai Lian's right hand went around Yan Yue's back, as if to rub Yan Yue into his body.

To be honest, it's kind of uncomfortable to do this.

After all, the space is so big, but four balls are stuffed into it.

“Yan Yue!”

Bai Lian lightly shouted.

Her voice was full of majesty.

Yan Yue, who was hugged tightly by her, became quiet all of a sudden, and even An Lan, who turned into a bird, was surprised by Bai Lian's sudden incarnation as "Miss Mighty".

Be nice.

You have never experienced maternal love since you were a child, so take me as your mother for the time being.

Bai Lian raised his left hand and stroked the back of Yan Yue's head.

That green silk is like a waterfall.

The hot tears rolled down like a chain, and finally slapped on Bai Lian's shoulder.

“Wow—”

Yan Yue burst into tears.

"I'm a jerk, I can't do anything, I'm a jerk who has to rely on other people to help me with everything!"

The cry was like a cold thorn Into Bai Lian's heart.

She continued to slap Yan Yue's back: "Don't be afraid, mother is here, you can say anything to mother."

Yan Yue said tearfully: " I'm a piece of shit!"

Bai Lian said, "You're not."

"I am."

"If I say no, I'm not."

"Yes!"

"No."

Bai Lian argued with Yan Yue pointlessly.

She thought that Yan Yue would be much better if she cried, but she was wrong after all.

Yan Yue's condition is getting worse and worse, like being squeezed dry by a goblin, and even his body has softened.

Is the Heart Demon at work?

But I've never heard of Yan Yue being annoyed by the Heart Demon before.

Bai Lian began to worry.

Why hasn't the Master come yet?

Could it be that she didn't plan to come here at all, is she going to hold Yan Yue like this until the end of time?

She wasn't unhappy either.

After all, she likes to play ball, but she doesn't want to do things to take advantage of others.

Isn't that the same as "Senior Sister Bai" in the game?

Martial-Pibling Yan, cheer up!

At this moment.

On the grass.

An Lan in the form of a bird swayed in the evening wind.

The hammer and scissors in her hands had already been put away.

She originally wanted to fiercely teach Yan Yue, this disrespectful swindling cat, but Yan Yue cried like a child and she couldn't do it.

That was a long, long time ago.

Yan Yue was a real child at that time.

Seven years old.

Although he is a small cultivator, he has the strength of Qi Refining Stage Three, but a child is a child, and his strength cannot change his nature.

November 20th.

Heavy snow.

Bored to the point of being agitated that day, she lay on a bamboo bed and slept in the morning.

I fell asleep when the door of the house was suddenly pushed open.

An Lan didn't need to open his eyes to know the little Yan Yue who sneaked in and wrapped himself like a zongzi.

"Dad said I want to get closer to Sister An."

Little Yan Yue rubbed his red cheeks, then walked to the bed gently.

She thought An Lan didn't notice her actions.

She secretly lifted the quilt and slept next to An Lan.

The result is, of course, bad.

As soon as little Yan Yue fell asleep, An Lan hung her on the beam.

"Wow--"

Yan Yue woke up and burst into tears.

"I don't dare, I don't dare anymore."

In An Lan coldly snorted.

10 2/9/2022.

In the competition hosted by Yan Xiyi, An Lan practiced assiduous cultivation for several months, and the little Yan Yue who wanted to prove himself in front of Sister An burst into tears.

"It's just you?"

Little Yan Yue wiped his eyes desperately: "I'm sorry, I'm just a waste, I'm sorry..."

crying by the ear.

Unconsciously, four hundred and eighty-one years have passed.

An Lan looked down at his hands.

"Is it all my fault?"

She suddenly panicked.

She just doesn't want to get involved with other people, she doesn't want to involve other people because of herself.

Why?

"Yan Yue, Yan Yue?"