Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Banquet
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It makes me want to be the king of this place. ”
Qiutang was big, followed the steps of Wang Xiaoyu and his party, and came to them, the thieves' lair.
Commonly known as cottage.
"That's it, Konan Akido.
Don't look at the Luoxia Mountain Range, there are many peaks in it, which are better than our Xiaoyu Peak, but there are not many. ”
A little thief on the side, popular science.
"What did you just say about Hiroshi Chodo?"
Qiutang but there is not too much entanglement, here. Instead, he asked.
"Lord Akido Konan.
What's wrong? Wrong! ”
The little brother was a little nervous, after all, this was the inheritor of Haonan.
"No, that's right.
I'm so cool that I want to listen to it a few more times. ”
Qiu Tang didn't have any embarrassment when he heard this.
"Qiutang, don't make trouble.
Let's go up the hill and have a look.
The foot of the mountain is so beautiful, and the top of the mountain must be particularly beautiful. ”
Qiu Yuhan obviously disliked this kind of behavior, and said to Qiu Tangda.
"Hmm."
Zhao Yiren nodded, it seemed that even Zhao Yiren thought this place was beautiful.
"Okay.
Accelerate forward. ”
Hearing this, Qiu Tang waved his hand and headed towards the top of the mountain.
So, the group climbed from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, and when they reached the top of the mountain, the sun was setting.
The sunset is beautiful, and you watch the sun disappear little by little, as if, you are ahead of time, and you can watch it disappear.
I have to say that Xiaoyu Peak is really beautiful, with verdant trees, flowing rivers, and ethereal fog when you look down from the top of the mountain.
There is a slightly gentle slope below the top of the mountain, and where is the cottage of the mountain king Wang Xiaoyu.
However, this cottage is not like a cottage, but more like a village.
A plain village, where can you see a little bit of bandit atmosphere.
The sunset shines brightly, and in the cottage like a mountain village, the cooking smoke is dyed golden.
"Ahh
After crawling for a long time, I just happened to see such a beautiful sunset, and the autumn hall didn't come and wanted to scream.
"Ahh
The autumn rain is cold, and she is also a person who has been in the city for too long, and this scenery reminds her of her hometown, that remote town.
Small but warm.
Zhao Yiren showed her quiet nature at this time, and she didn't make a sound but laughed quietly.
This smile is the golden color of the sunset, and the princess of the fairy family is nothing more than that.
"Hey, what about Wang Xiaoyu's gang."
Along the way, Qiu Tang only cared about the road, but he didn't notice Wang Xiaoyu's movements.
When they reached the top of the mountain, they found that the people were gone.
"I don't know."
Qiu Yuhan, looking back, was also very curious, and spoke.
Zhao Yiren still didn't speak, as if all this had nothing to do with her.
Actually, it really doesn't matter, her connection with them is Qiutang.
That's all.
"Hey, Akido Konan-sama.
Sure enough, he was worthy of being the inheritor, and he climbed up directly. Do you want to experience life?
Admire, admire! ”
This little brother, who had just called him an adult, shouted below to stand at the top of the autumn hall.
Qiutang, when he heard the words, he looked down, and in the village, Wang Xiaoyu and his party were standing.
It's been a long time since they've looked like that.
"You guys, why did you come up so early?"
The autumn rain is cold, and it is very curious.
They weren't slow, but it was unbelievable that they were able to arrive before them and they didn't notice it.
When Wang Xiaoyu heard this, he didn't speak, but just pointed to his side.
Qiutang and his party looked in that direction.
Suddenly, they felt that their whole life had no meaning, and the beautiful scenery just now did not make them have any memories of this world.
All they saw was a cable car, drifting in the wind.
Drift in the afterglow of the setting sun.
……
"Qiutang, be happy."
Zhao Yiren, squatting on the edge of Qiutang, was happily eating with a piece of meatloaf.
Qiu Tang was big, sat on the top of the mountain, looked at Wang Xiaoyu and his party who were preparing for the banquet below, and did not speak.
"Didn't you just walk a little way?"
Zhao Yiren should be comforting Qiutang.
"It's not this, I'm homesick.
When people are tired, they tend to feel homesick. ”
Qiu Tang, that handsome cheek melted into the dim sunlight, and his eyes looked at the sun that was about to disappear.
Thoughts, probably falling on, a place called Earth.
In the mouth, unspeakable loneliness.
Zhao Yiren didn't speak, and leaned her head on Qiu Tang's shoulder.
She knew that it would be useless to say anything at this time, what a stubborn person she was.
No one can help him, only he can help himself.
"Alright."
Qiu Tang touched it, leaning on Zhao Yiren on his shoulder, and then said.
Sad things, you can't think too much, get up, pat the soil, life has to go on.
After Qiu Tang finished speaking, he got up and pulled Zhao Yiren up by the way.
"Be careful, the corners of your mouth are oily."
Qiu Tang looked at Zhao Yiren, who stood up, still chewing the meatloaf in his mouth and holding the meatloaf in his hand, and said helplessly.
Qiu Tang said and gently wiped the oil marks from the corners of Zhao Yiren's mouth with his hand.
The movements are extremely gentle and doting, and in the eyes, there is a light that even gems can't match.
Zhao Yiren, looking at Qiutang's jewel-like eyes, was very quiet and did not move.
Just quietly, enjoying the tenderness of the autumn hall.
The kind of tenderness that makes people enjoy a lifelong inseparable.
Except for Qiutang, there is no one who can do such a thing to Zhao Yiren.
This is the voice of Zhao Yiren, this kind of right to feel your head at will, hold your little hand, and be extremely gentle with yourself.
From that moment on, she called Zhao Yiren to start.
It's a patent of Akido.
"Alright, let's go down.
Let's have a banquet.
This place, I want to get a cottage to be the king of the mountain. ”
Qiu Tang stretched, a little teasing and a little serious.
Qiutang is originally imaginative, yearning for freedom.
As soon as the words fell, Qiu Tang walked out of that low mood.
Walk into Xiaoyufeng Cottage.
"If you really become the king of the mountain, then I will accompany you to the grass."
Zhao Yiren muttered in a low voice.
……
When Qiu Tang and Zhao Yiren came down from the top of the mountain, the banquet just began.
The autumn rain is cold, seeing this situation, I also muttered a little in my heart.
This guy from Qiutang must have been looking at this place and saw that it was about to begin.
He came down.
Not only do you not have to work, but you can also eat your first bite of food.
However, Qiu Tang saw the food and wine in front of him, where was there any effort to pay attention to, Qiu Yuhan's contemptuous eyes.
"Let's get started!"
Qiu Tang, shouted excitedly.
Originally, Wang Xiaoyu was going to say something on the scene, such as thanks.
However, being made like this by Qiutang is obviously not necessary, and Wang Xiaoyu originally hated it, such a scene.
"Let's go!
Wine and food, get dry! ”
The little brother below shouted loudly, pushed the cup and changed the lamp for a while, and ate a large piece of meat, so unhappy.
Qiutang likes this, banquets, no intrigue, no comparisons with each other.
Just sing to your heart's content, eat meat to your heart's content, and enjoy your heart's content. (To be continued.) )