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A bitterly cold wind howls and a great wall sits among the mountains.

The snow covers the cold grass, and the wind blows wolf smoke in the desert. How to quit the battle with a hundred deaths at the end of the blade, and the white horse chapter of the book with blue blood.

This is the legendary Cangxue Dragon City, since the death of the previous commander Xue Zhi, there has been a deputy commander Sun Wangqing to take over.

According to the different offensive and defensive tendencies of Cangyun's subordinates, the internal skills they practiced were also emphasized. Advocating attack-oriented, and even throwing a shield to fight to the death with the enemy, is to "divide the mountain", on the contrary, the method of resisting damage with a shield and supporting teammates is called "iron bone clothing"

"Qu Shuai, this ...... It's not good......"

The fat friar looked bitterly at the commander who was teasing the baby in front of him.

"Huh? Are you questioning me? ”

Qu Shuai's cold voice made the fat monk tremble.

The thin monk hurriedly pulled Chu Sanpang and explained: Sanpang means that Qu Shuai is not married after all, and with a baby, I am afraid that it will be a lot of inconvenience.

Hearing this, Chu Sanpang hurriedly nodded in agreement.

Qu Shuai's slender hand teasing the baby froze slightly, and what he said seemed to make some sense, and said in a cold voice: Where is the commander of the female guard battalion.

A pretty woman who was also dressed in military armor walked up to Qu Shuai: the commander of the female guard battalion, Yan Yimei.

"Commander Yan, this baby will be taken care of by you from now on." As he spoke, he sent the baby in his arms to Yan Yimei.

Yan Yimei looked at the baby in her arms with beautiful eyes, and said softly: Yes.

Chu San Fat and Thin Monk, you look at me, I look at you, and at the same time knelt down on one knee: Qu Shuai, this child is destined for me, so leave it to my two brothers to take care of.

"Hmph, what's the fate! What can two ruffians take care of. Yan Yi looked at the two of them with a smile.

The baby looked at the beauty in front of her, her big eyes were slightly stagnant, this is also a cold goddess.

Qu Shuai looked at the baby's stunned expression, thinking that he was frightened by Yan Yimei's voice, rubbed his pink little face, and said softly: Don't be afraid.

Chu Sanpang looked at Qu Shuai when he had been so gentle, knowing that it was no fun, and pulled the thin monk away.

Looking at the two of them going away, Yan Yi's slightly frowning willow eyebrows soothed, and looked at the lovely baby in her arms: Master, how do we raise him, Xiao Xiao seems to be only one year old.

Qu Shuai rubbed his temples: This is a question, let's come up with a name first.

The baby looked at the two cold beauties in front of him, and his fat little hands waved in the air.

Yan Yimei had an idea, and said with a smile: The master's name is Yan Wangqing, and my name is Yan Yimei, so it's better to call him Yan Wuwu.

"Worry-free, well, good name." Qu Shuai looked at the baby and nodded.

The baby looked at the second daughter in front of her, and stopped waving her little hands.

Thinking of the landscape painting in the ink pool, the baby fell into a deep thought, this painting has been inherited for thousands of years and no one has made up for it, if it were not for the old cow's point, I am afraid that I would not know this painting, it turned out to be a big opportunity.

"Little worry-free, what do you want to eat?"

Yan Yimei, who returned to the room, hugged the baby and sat on the edge of the bed in a daze.

It seemed that he had to get used to the new name, and the baby reluctantly accepted the name.

The baby's pink little face frowned slightly, and his little hands tugged at the armor on Yan Yimei's chest.

Yan Yimei's cold pretty face rose a touch of red, and put the baby on the futon: Wait for me for a while.

Turning around and leaving the room, the baby on the bed looked at Yan Yimei's departing figure and rubbed his little hands: Although this woman is a little cold, it feels really good, hehehe.

After a while, the sound of the door opening interrupted the baby's thoughts, and a fragrance came to the nostrils.

Yan Yimei cautiously walked to the bed with a bowl of porridge, and gently held the baby in her arms: This is porridge made with spiritual rice, and there is spiritual grass, it is fragrant.

Pen fairy ink city, not lawful.

Li Yan'er and the others sat on the futon, as if as soon as the cold moon left, the women lost their backbone.

Concubine You's two willow eyebrows frowned slightly, played with the ghost fire in her hand, and said softly: "Uncle Shi, are we just waiting for Hanyue to come back?"

A wry smile appeared at the corner of Li Yan'er's mouth: Otherwise?

Looking at the women in front of her, Ying Ning had an idea, and said coquettishly: Why don't we also create a force, so that we can also help our husband in the future.

Yuechan's beautiful eyes looked at the girls in front of her and nodded in agreement.

"With Uncle Yan'er in charge, it's quite exciting." The dreamy eyes are full of anticipation.

"Well, it's troublesome." Li Yan'er rubbed her temples, with a touch of bitterness at the corner of her mouth.

"Kung fu is not afraid of people with hearts, so that there is motivation." Dream Road.

Li Yan'er thought about it and waved her hand: Let it be.

"What's your name?" Concubine You's beautiful eyes looked at Ying Ning without blinking.

The breeze blew through the candles in the hall, and the flickering light of the fire shone on the faces of several beautiful women.

"Qixiu, how is it?" Yuechan thought for a while.

The girls all agreed, and Li Yan'er's originally slightly frowned brows stretched gently and closed her eyes.

In this way, the power of a famous town in the world was created at will.

Li Yan'er, as the elder of the Taishang, and Concubine You, as the master of the door, began to repair the ink city.

And the baby in Cangxue Dragon City hugged Yan Yimei tightly and slept peacefully.

"Thin man, do you think Commander Yan can take care of it?" Chu Sanpang underestimated while pacing back and forth.

The thin monk who was lying on the bed yawning looked at Chu Sanpang who was pacing back and forth in front of him: Don't turn around, you will find out if you go and see tomorrow.

Chu Sanpang lay down on the ground: Yes, tomorrow you and I will secretly go to take a look.

The first rays of the morning sun shine on the earth with vitality, and Cangyun Dragon City, which has snow all year round, ushers in the most important time of the year.

"Cangyun Dragon City, this year only accepts 100 people, the master, take the children quickly, it's too late.

The crowd looked at the recruitment list in front of them, rushed home, packed their clothes, and rushed with their children.

Chu Sanpang looked at Qu Shuai on the platform, and wondered: Why didn't Commander Yan come.

"Don't worry, it's still half an hour before recruitment." The thin man patted Chu San's fat shoulder.

"Before recruiting, let me say one thing." With the Tianluo face of Qu Shuai, his voice was as cold and majestic as ever.

The originally lazy crowd got up one after another, sorted out their uniforms and lined up.

Looking at the neat and mighty queue under the general, Qu Shuai nodded with satisfaction.

Yan Yimei is also wearing a suit of leadership armor, carefully caring, walking crooked baby: worry-free, walk slowly, beware of stones!

In the end, he was held in his arms by Qu Shuai, and looked at everyone with big eyes.

"This son's name is Yan Wuwu, and he will be a member of my Cangyun from now on."

Qu Shuai looked at the crowd.

"Yes!"

All the soldiers responded in unison.

A monk in the crowd pinched the Buddha's seal and stepped forward slowly: Amitabha, tell Qu Shuai, break the camp leader, Wang Bukong has something important to say.

The willow eyebrows under Qu Shuai Tianluo's face frowned slightly: The king is in charge, but it doesn't hurt to say it.

"The poor monk's view of worry-free has not yet grown at the age of one, it is really related to my Buddha, can I hand over worry-free to the poor monk to practice Buddhism."

Wang Bukong said solemnly.

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