Suddenly, a few snowflakes fell from the sky, and the swaying snowflakes left down Satoru's cheeks and pressed against her lips. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe crystal clear snowflakes were magnified and magnified in front of Satoru's eyes, and instantly magnified into a snow-white elf, which made Satoru addicted to it for a while and couldn't extricate himself.

"It's snowing!" The little play exclaimed, "Look, it's snowing!" ”

"Really! It's really snowing! Shu'er reacted the same as Enlightenment, looking at the first snowflake of the day with novelty, it came so suddenly, so incomparably beautiful.

Jing'er also stayed where she was, looking at this beautiful snowy scene, her eyes flashing with surprise.

Several people put aside the inference of the other talent, and only looked at the beautiful snowy scene. Enlightenment is full of thoughts.

Her words have not yet been finished, that is to say, if their guesses are correct, then not only is the palace facing a very critical matter, but there will also be waves in the harem, and these are just floating clouds in her ears, and she will not take it to heart at all, she is worried about Sun Simiao.

If their speculations are true, then Sun Simiao is really a sinner who poisoned the medicine!

I feel that I can't do anything now, Xie Wencai hasn't come back yet, and the little play and the bookstore manager are all safe and sound, which is the most stable thing for her in this time.

But a wave has not settled, and a wave has risen, and they have no way of knowing what state Sun Simiao is in now.

I felt very uncomfortable in my heart, for some reason, she always had a feeling that everything was not to her heart, and there would be stumbling blocks in the middle of the road she was going to pass without taking a step, so that she could not escape, and she was bound by cages and shackles one by one.

She never forgot that the person who looked like the big brother next door left a deep imprint on her life, but because of the arrival of a man in black, all her hopes of continuing to have a person who could always rely on each other for their lives came to naught. Her former elder brother, her former master disappeared from her life, and the lack would still appear in her dreams, and the warm smile was like the frost of the cold winter moon, ruthlessly piercing her heart.

She was very glad that she had lost her memory, although Sun Simiao later told her that her amnesia was just another poison in disguise, so she was born from another world, and brought herself out of the place where the morning bell and dusk drums, and the green lantern ancient Buddha lived a stable life. Now she didn't know who that person was, what kind of evil fate they had, and they would break her old life, although she was grateful to the man in black for saving her, because she had not forgotten who was behind her to protect her at the moment of life and death, and her warm chest was stained with blood and sprinkled in the August wind.

Later, he was rescued by Xie Wencai, who was always yin and yang in the temple, and maybe the first meeting was endless fate. Several times she was killed because of her stubbornness, stubbornness to clear her mind alone, stubbornness to want to understand this unknown world alone, and the ugly scar on her face is the best way to punish her stubbornness. was rescued by Xie Wencai, but he couldn't escape the fate of being trapped again.

Qinglou's two-day life told her what it means to be unthinkable, not impossible, almost, almost become a real prostitute, a title that can never be taken off once it is labeled. This time, it was thanks to Liu Muyan that they were rescued.

It seems that she has met a god monk before, although the memory is hazy, but she still has some impressions, he said that she has a noble person in her life, this is indeed true, Xie Wencai, Liu Muyan, Sun Simiao, bookstore shopkeeper, Jing'er, Xiaowan, Shu'er...... Aren't they all the nobles she hits!

Now, though, she felt that she had to do something about it, and something else she could do for them.

The white snowflakes were falling, and in the midst of their thoughts, they were playing with each other and bustling with each other, perhaps not understanding the meaning of her words.

Only Jing'er was still like her, looking at the sky, looking at the snow-white drifting down from the sky.

"They don't understand what you're thinking!" Jing'er rarely spoke so actively, except for enlightenment.

"You know enough." Wu has always felt that Jing'er is a very mysterious person, completely devoid of the immaturity of her peers, and will not frolic like her peers, not because she is not social, but she gives Satoru the feeling that it is a very naïve thing to want to play like a child of normal age. The mature appearance can't even be compared, as if her world is all dark, clear and thorough.

"What are you going to do next?" Jing'er seems to really know what she thinks.

Satoru was also confused about the question she was asking. What should she do? What can she do?

After a long period of thought, he only said quietly, "I don't know, I have to think about it first." ”

"I think you should think about what the bookstore keeper is doing!" Realized for a moment, she looked at Jing'er, with a pure and natural expression, but she felt scared for the first time, and didn't understand what Jing'er meant.

"What's wrong with the bookstore shopkeeper?" Satoru couldn't help but ask.

Jing'er just opened her mouth and didn't say anything more, but she smelled something unusual from it.

After a long time, I really heard Jing'er's voice from the wind and snow.

"Don't forget, who left with the bookstore!"

Life is full of traps, and I only care about analyzing the origin of the bamboo stick, but I forgot that the bookstore shopkeeper was taken away by the owner of the bamboo stick, so that the comfort of the bookstore keeper became a knife on Xie Wencai's head, which would slide down at any time and cut her.

Suddenly, the wind rose, and Sogo only felt that his body was already cold, and everyone was planning to go to the house to avoid the cold.

The charcoal fire in the house was still very strong, and Wu Mo walked to the charcoal fire in a daze, and mechanically stretched out his hand to keep warm, thinking about the bookstore shopkeeper and Sun Simiao.

This time she wasn't as reckless as she had been. In fact, it was just a few children gathered together, and they didn't have much eyesight, so this time I decided not to tell them the whole story, so as not to make them angry and anxious, but there was no way.

The charcoal fire roasted Satoru's fingers red, and the warm air flowed back and forth in front of Satoru. It went straight to Satoru's stomach, warm.

Equally warm is a cup of hot tea and some snacks handed by Xiaowan.

"Let's make do with a little bit of it first, and I'll make you some noodles to eat later."

I didn't find it.,The little play has now learned the following.。

Because Wu and Xie Wen were not around, Xiao Yu could only do something to pass the time, and he also learned the most difficult aspect for Xiao Wan to do. (To be continued.) )