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The white and tender skin of the winter beaver shines with extreme softness in the sunlight, and the cheeks are also sunburned red.

Occasionally, the breeze blows, and the grass sways, brushing the white chubby arm of the winter beaver buried in the air and buried in the grass.

At this moment, the eyelashes of the winter beaver's closed eyes fluttered slightly.

The eyes tentatively opened a small slit, and closed again when they touched the warm light.

The man in the green shirt had been staring at her for a long time, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud when he saw her movements at this moment:

"Are you awake?"

"Huh?" the winter beaver slowly opened his bony eyes, "Hmm, where is this?"

The man in the green shirt lightly clasped his palm: "Do you know that you slept for ten days?"

Winter Beaver's faint eyebrows, which could be vaguely seen, furrowed: "I've slept for so long, so why am I not hungry at all?"

After muttering for a while, he raised his eyes to look at the man in the green shirt: "Who are you?"

The two sentences are incompatible, the man in the green shirt is a little confused, this girl has slept for too long, and she is sleepy?

The beaver bit his lip and repeated, "Who are you?"

The fat cheeks are red and moist, the eyes are like washed black grapes, the water is so bright that people can't put it down at a glance, and the delicate and small nose is straight like a shallot, white and tender.

But on the contrary, her expression at the moment is very serious, and she can't see any jokes, and it is really funny for a little baby to make such an expression.

The man in the green shirt couldn't help but want to laugh, and couldn't help but reach out and pinch the fat cheek of the winter beaver:

"Who am I?

Winter Beaver's eyes widened angrily: "You pinch my face again, I'm asking who you are! What is your name? You never tell me, I can't just call you the man in the green shirt." ”

The man in the green shirt was stunned, but his hand still didn't stop: "Little girl, your temper is long, what's the matter?

"Where did I cross the river and tear down the bridge, won't I just ask for a name?

"My name is Ming Xia. ”

The man in the green shirt suddenly spoke after the winter beaver finished speaking.

"Mingxia, then what are you going to do to me? What are you trying to do with me when you suddenly appear and are so good to me? Except for the so-called secrets on me, if you wanted to take you, you could have taken them a long time ago, what else do I have to be greedy for?" asked the winter beaver.

Ming Xia thought thoughtfully: "I didn't expect you to be smart after a good night's sleep." ”

Winter Beaver nodded, she didn't sleep in vain in the past ten days of sleeping, she is now in the time mark, and the time mark is floating in her sea of knowledge, like a floating island in the air, she has seen some common sense in the immortal cultivation world on the stone tablets in the past few days, and suddenly realized that this Ming Xia in front of her is not a normal person at all!

He's just a wisp of divine thought!

And it's a divine thought that is out of the master's supervision, and the winter beaver doesn't know who the owner of this wisp of divine thought is, but it is impossible for a monk not to be interested in the artifact in the Netherworld Ning Cave, so who would dislike his own money?

However, this master didn't let Ming Xia do anything, but this Ming Xia has been following him, and there are no ghosts here.

"Then you might as well open the skylight and say something, you know everything about me, but I don't know who you are, to put it bluntly, I don't trust you!"

Mingxia pinched the winter beaver's smooth and tender cheeks like custard: "You're right, but what do I want your trust to do?"

The winter fox raised his eyebrows, squinted at the corner of Mingxia's mouth and raised a happy arc: "Okay, then let's shoot it and scatter it, catch it if you are caught by Mu Tian, I will admit it by myself whether it is dead or alive, anyway, there is always a person who dies." ”