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It's just that Ning Ge is curious, how could the third child say that middle-aged people are stinky and shameless.

On the other side of the wind and snow, the middle-aged man naturally heard the words of the third child, and his face couldn't help but turn red, but he didn't have an outlet to refute.

The bamboo-blue silk thread passed through the falling snow, stringing up pieces of snowflakes, as if passing through the catkins, like fishing bait, tempting the big fish of Ning Ge.

Ning Ge knew that this silk thread was not simple, but he didn't know how to deal with it.

One punch is obviously not good, even if it is a punch with flowing artistic conception, I am afraid that it will not have much effect here.

The silk thread is too thin, it can pass through the falling snow, or it can go around the falling snow, and a punch is too hard, and it is only afraid to hit out, and the silk thread has changed direction.

But the thread is about to come to him.

Even the third child sitting on the eaves couldn't help but stare at Ning Ge.

He wasn't worried about Ning Ge, he wanted to see what Da Hong's Xiaowen Sheng Ning Ge could do to resolve the middle-aged man's move.

So his eyes were wide open, although no matter how big they were, it couldn't be Hu Jiu'er's blue eyes, but he did open them very wide.

He saw Ning Ge make a move.

Ning Ge's hands, white and exposed to low temperatures, became whiter and whiter. His hand passed through the falling snow, and he took a few snowflakes in the falling snow, and the snowflakes fell in his hand, and before he could feel the temperature, Ning Ge held it and threw it out.

In the past thousands of years, no literati has ever described such a thing as throwing snowflakes.

In the past thousands of years, no one has ever played with throwing snowflakes.

Throw snowballs, throw ice cubes, throw ice edges...... But there was no snowflake dropped.

Snowflakes are such a light and thin thing, and it seems that they can never be related to "loss".

But Ning Ge just held the snowflakes in his hand, like a child angry, and then threw them out.

The third child was dumbfounded.

He did many ridiculous things, such as burning the tails of other foxes, such as adding a lot of chili peppers to the bath water of other foxes.

But he had never seen such a thing as throwing snowflakes out.

But Ning Ge is just throwing snowflakes. Several snowflakes were thrown out of his hands, in the direction of the threads.

The third child didn't know if Ning Ge was really angry when he threw snowflakes, but he saw that the middle-aged man's face changed.

The middle-aged man's face did change, but it didn't start from the moment Ning Ge threw the snowflake.

He was like the third child, and he didn't know what Ning Ge was doing at first, but his cultivation was higher than that of the third child, and he was relatively close to Ning Ge, so he could see the snowflakes thrown by Ning Ge clearly.

From the moment several snowflakes were thrown, they continued to devour until they were swallowed into one piece.

In the countless falling snow, if it weren't for the middle-aged man who had fought with Ning Ge before, he knew that Ning Ge was not simple, and he had been paying attention to any of Ning Ge's moves, but he was afraid that he would not have noticed the snowflakes devouring each other at all.

What's more, in the countless falling snow, how can you easily distinguish those few snowflakes.

The only snowflake left after devouring it happened to be attached to the silk thread that came through the falling snow, and the silk thread happened to reach Ning Ge's chest.

The third child sighed.

He felt that Ning Ge was more childish than him, even if it was the previous fist, a few more punches would be much more useful than the childish and meaningless act of throwing snowflakes.

But the third child was attracted to middle-aged people again.

This time, it was not the face of the middle-aged man that attracted the third child, but the behavior of the middle-aged person.

The middle-aged man is trying his best to reclaim the silk thread on the bamboo pole!

His bamboo pole had been lifted upwards, and the silk threads at the front had formed an arc, surging towards the silk threads farther away, just hoping that the silk threads could rise upwards and be rolled back.

The wave-like silk threads seemed to be sharp and irregular, but they were strong enough to break countless falling snow.

The third child didn't understand that the silk thread had already reached Ning Ge's chest, and Ning Ge had no power to resist, so why he was in a hurry to withdraw the silk thread.

This is not a middle-aged man's style at all, and as soon as this silk thread comes out, there is no reason for the bamboo pole to go home empty-handed!

But the next moment, the third child knew why the middle-aged man couldn't wait to retract the silk thread.

Because from the middle of the silk thread, when the arc wave brought by the force of the front section of the silk thread is about to roll up the silk thread to recover, the silk thread will break!

Just as he was about to approach the tail end of Ning Ge's chest, he could no longer move forward as it fell, and fell to the ground with the falling snow.

The third has a big mouth!

He didn't see the snowflakes devouring each other, nor did he see the devoured snowflakes clinging to the silk threads.

The middle-aged man had already withdrawn half of the silk thread, and the pain on his face flashed instantly, leaving him with a cold face.

He looked at Ning Ge coldly, and the nameless anger was already burning in his eyes.

Ning Ge turned around and picked up the red quilt that had fallen in the snow, draped it tightly on his body, then looked at the vigilant third child on the eaves, and then turned to look at the middle-aged man.

The owner of the soup cake shop behind him had already recklessly hid in the store and closed the door tightly.

Ning Ge looked at the middle-aged man's eyes full of anger, and he didn't know what to say.

The first to break the silence of the falling snow is the middle-aged man.

If a person can hold back his anger, he naturally has a question that he wants to ask.

The middle-aged man said, "What kind of move are you?"

Ning Ge couldn't answer him because he still didn't know.

This move came from a knife that more than a dozen silver navies had dropped one after another, the Remnant Blood Knife!

In the month that Ning Ge had been in a coma, in the past thirty dreams, he had only seen this knife.

Although he threw not a knife, but snow, he had already grasped the essence.

Whether it's a knife or snow, he can throw it too.

A month ago, more than a dozen remnant blood knives were thrown out of the hands of more than a dozen silver navy, smashing a huge remnant blood knife pit in the snow stream.

At that time, if it weren't for the fact that Qing Ming's speed was too fast, at the moment when the giant knife fell, he stepped into the range shrouded by the knife, and then left quickly, I was afraid that Hu Jiu'er and Ning Ge at that time would have become slush under the knife!

At a moment's notice, it's the speed of Qing Ming.

Previously, Ning Ge's several snowflakes fused with each other, and the power was naturally not as powerful as the famous Residual Blood Knife, but it was naturally enough to cut off the bamboo silk.

Bamboo is snow resistant, this is a well-known thing in the world. But bamboo silk resists snow, which is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg!

The difference between one word and the difference is thousands of miles. Bamboo is tough and the bamboo filaments are weak.

When the snow flakes are cut, the bamboo filaments naturally break.

Ning Ge couldn't explain this to the middle-aged man, so he had to change the subject.

Ning Ge looked at the middle-aged man and said, "I know who you are!"

The middle-aged man didn't speak, but he listened.

Ning Ge continued: "I once read in the "Flood Classics" that there are anglers in Penglai, with bamboo silk as the line and smoke waves as bait, specializing in fishing for golden turtles in the sea, and taking pleasure in it!"

The anger in the middle-aged man's eyes disappeared for a while, but he still looked at Ning Ge coldly.

Ning Ge continued: "I heard that these people in Penglai have a very high status, and they have agreed on a rule, if they are not fishing for golden turtles, or golden turtles, they will never use this method of fishing for golden turtles!"

The middle-aged man's face turned red again, and the third child on the eaves made a mocking voice: "The stinky fisher has taken a fancy to you, and he wants to fish you back to be his golden beetle son-in-law!"

Ning Ge looked at the middle-aged man: "You have a daughter?"

The middle-aged man's face turned red again, and his cold face immediately turned into anger, and he looked at the third child on the eaves.

The third child still said indifferently: "He is only thirteen years old, how can he have any daughters? Is he taking a fancy to you and wants you to be his man, do you understand, little plague god?"

The middle-aged man said angrily to the third child: "What nonsense are you talking about, what I want to marry is Hu Jiu, I don't like men!"

The third child sneered: "Penglai's golden turtle fishing is used to fish for golden turtles, Ning Ge is not a golden turtle, naturally he can only be a golden turtle son-in-law, you don't like him, why do you want to fish him?"

The middle-aged man's face turned red and pointed at the third child, but he was so angry that he couldn't speak.

The third child sat on the eaves, waved his feet, and said leisurely: "Let me tell you for you, your strongest move is golden turtle fishing, for fear that you won't be able to beat the little plague god, so you have to be shameless." Now that he has done it, he doesn't dare to bring the golden beetle back. Stinky fisherman, you are really shameless and shameful!"

The middle-aged man was so angry that he pointed at the third child, and it took him half a day to hold back three words: "You are talking nonsense!"

At this time, Ning Ge finally knew why the third child said that the man was shameless.

Because this trick is not suitable for men!

It should be said that it is not suitable for men who don't like it!

It's just that Ning Ge couldn't imagine that the middle-aged man was only thirteen years old!

How can a thirteen-year-old have the face and body of a man in his forties?

Ning Ge looked at the middle-aged man again, thinking of his previous behavior, and felt that he would be very mature for a while, especially in line with the identity of a middle-aged man, but for a while, he would be very naïve, like he was now arguing with the third child.

Ning Ge can only be attributed to the people who are outside the world, and they don't understand their customs.

Ning Ge pulled the quilt, turned around, looked at the third child who was still on the eaves, interrupted his words that were still taunting the middle-aged man, and said through the falling snow: "I know you too!"

The third child stopped talking and looked at Ning Ge.

The third said: "There are not many people who know me, do you know what it is?"

Ning Ge said: "I know you only have half a tail, Hu Jiu'er calls you the third child!"

The third child was a little annoyed and said, "What's wrong with me only having half a tail, I'll kill you anyway!"

Ning Ge was puzzled: "I know you want to kill me, but I want to know why you want to kill me?" The two of us don't seem to have met before, and we don't have any grudges!"

The third child sneered and said, "The stinky fisher wants to kill you because he saw that his fiancée had been holding you." The reason why I want to kill you is not to be jealous, but because of the heavy snow, my ninth sister has to boil medicine for you to drink every day, and her hands are frozen with sores, while you are lying comfortably on the bed. Just yesterday, my ninth sister was even willing to use her life to exonerate you, and was chained through your collarbone by my aunt and locked in a dungeon, not allowed to go out a single step. You're so comfortable, you can wrap a quilt when you go out, do you think there is such a good thing in the world? Can I not kill you?"

In the end, the third child even stood up excitedly, stood on the eaves, and almost flew down to kill Ning Ge directly.

The middle-aged man also looked at Ning Ge with hatred.

Ning Ge stood in the falling snow.

He knows the middle-aged fiancée of the third child, and he also knows the ninth sister of the third child.

Because, this is the same person, Hu Jiu'er.

Ning Ge thought that Hu Jiu'er's situation was not good, and he thought that Hu Jiu'er must have paid a lot for him, but he didn't expect that the environment Hu Jiu'er was facing was so bad.

Yesterday, Cao Chi, the second son of King Yan, took the lead in attacking him, achieving the goal of striking first to be strong.

But Ning Ge would never have thought that the fox queen would chain through Hu Jiu'er's collarbone and prevent her from moving.

Ning Ge couldn't know what else had happened in the middle, which made the Qingqiu clan, who had been extremely looking forward to him, become hiding from himself and even killing his own people.

Ning Ge looked at the excited third child through the wind and snow, and then said, "I hope you start faster, I heard that it doesn't hurt like this!"

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