He has lived with his brother for more than 20 years, and he has never seen him smile so happily.

The former brother also loves to laugh.

But that kind of laughter is definitely different from the current kind of laughter.

He looked at his brother's happy appearance, and even felt that his brother's soul was radiating a warm light.

The two-person world of Xuanyuan Yu and Ling Luo seems to be unable to tolerate a single Xuanyuan Ze figure.

He suddenly began to be jealous, jealous of this happiness.

Jealous brother, jealous of Ling Luo.

When will he be able to have such happiness without having to live in the shadows all day long?

Thinking of this, Xuanyuan Ze sighed heavily, turned around in frustration, closed the bedroom door and went to the next room alone.

Sitting in the side hall, Xuanyuan Ze boredly picked up the porridge in the bowl with a spoon, put it in his mouth, and tasted it.

With just one bite, he spit it out.

"It tastes weird!"

It's not salty, but it's very astringent, and it's clear that there are too many cocoons when cooking porridge.

After spitting it out, Xuanyuan Ze hurriedly poured a cup of tea and rinsed his mouth wildly.

Really, such a bad porridge, Ling Luo can also drink it with relish, is it because his tongue is broken?

Xuanyuan Ze pushed open the window and spit out a mouthwash out of the window.

No, his tongue was so astringent, and he spit out one after another of warm water.

It wasn't until he had used up a whole pot of hot tea that he felt much more comfortable in his mouth.

Xuanyuan Ze wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and complained, "This Ling Luo is really a freak!" ”

"Brother is really, I cooked such unpleasant porridge, do you want to poison people?" He stuck his tongue out and let the cold air outside the window suck up the heat from above.

Outside the window of the side hall is a large crystal clear ice lake behind the house.

Dongchen is cold all year round, and the ice lake can be said to be a real ice lake, with a thick layer of ice on the surface of the lake, and only two holes have been made in the corners to facilitate the villagers to get water.

A large flock of huge snowbirds fluttered above the ice, sabre-rattling, as if in a brawl.

It was the first time for Xuanyuan Ze to see this kind of bird, and the feathers all over his body were as white as snow, only the pointed beak was bright red, which was very beautiful.

Such a large flock of birds, to say the least, there are thousands of birds.

The birds were fighting so hard that blood splattered, and the corpses of dozens of snow birds kept falling from mid-air.

Xuanyuan Ze took a closer look, only to find that the source of the battle of this large group of cold snowbirds turned out to be a round thing in the middle of the ice lake.

The round thing, the surface was wrapped in a thick layer of ice, and it was stained with snowflakes, and it was impossible to see the inside, but from such a distance, Xuanyuan Ze could still feel a faint aura coming out of the round ball.

Xuanyuan Ze was in high spirits, a trace of stubbornness crossed his dark golden eyes, and with a leap of his body, he climbed out of the window and headed towards the round hockey ball.

When the numerous flocks of cold and snowbirds saw that a human was coveting their treasure, they were furious, and they stopped fighting among themselves, and became the same enemy.

They waved their huge wings, and thousands of them swooped down from mid-air, and at the same time attacked Xuanyuan Ze.

Xuanyuan Ze's eyes were quick, and he hugged the round ice ball, and then quickly dodged, backhanded a few golden lights, and attacked the birds.

But he alone, his strength has not yet reached the martial spirit, how can he be worthy of tens of thousands of demonic beasts and birds.