Feng Xiaohan sat on the roof, the sunset in the distance was only half an arc, and the fiery red sunset ignited the clouds in the sky and the peaks in the distance.

He Xirou sat on the stone chair under the purple bamboo, calming her spirit.

Everything was harmonious and quiet.

Including the snow ghost lying next to him, and Liang Song next to the snow ghost.

After the snow ghost came to the Central Plains, his white fur gradually turned gray-brown, like a fat squirrel with a short tail.

Snow ghosts are born naturally, and there is no memory inheritance left by ancestors, and Changhongfeng's records of this kind of immortal demon beasts that are only in legends are very limited.

Leave the snowy region and practice human exercises,

These two events are unprecedented in the history of the snow ghosts, and it is not known whether they are the result of the influence of the environment or the exercises.

Liang Song glanced at Feng Xiaohan, thinking to himself, are you like this every day at this time.

It's really hard not to make a sound, how many people can guarantee that they don't make a sound of breathing for a long time?

Feng Xiaohan obviously guessed what he was thinking, and responded with his eyes.

Yes, that's what a daily routine is.

Liang Song thought that this little life was too difficult.

The snow ghost is squatting on a tile, his head shrunk and sleeping, looking like a fluffy ball of hair, like a little girl's toy.

Walking in the snow is no different from swimming underwater,

Because there is no air under the snow or underwater, it can even sit in the snow for up to ten days if it wants to.

It can be seen how far the breath of the snow ghost clan is.

Feng Xiaohan thought to himself that if he had time, he should let Chen Yingying teach it the method of fetal breath, with such a talent, maybe it could cultivate this method to the extreme.

But it just fell asleep all the time, and it slept for many days, even if Chen Yingying wanted to, he couldn't teach it.

Feng Xiaohan glanced at Liang Song, wondering how long it had been like this.

Liang Song understood what he meant, stretched out his palm, stretched out a finger and shook it in front of his eyes.

It's been a month.

Feng Xiaohan thought that he had slept for two months, and this little guy was still so fat......

Two months ago, the snow ghost was sitting in the main hall of Changhong Peak, listening to Xia Yu preaching to Liang Song, suddenly yawned, and then shrunk on the table and fell asleep.

Preaching is a boring thing, and unless you are really obsessed with it, those words are like a lullaby, and it is normal to fall asleep listening to them.

But who knew that this sleep had been sleeping for so long.

The snow ghost is a legendary fairy beast, no one knows what is going on with it, even Xia Yu can only guess.

Today, Liang Song came to him with the little guy, just to hear his opinion.

It's not that in his heart, Feng Xiaohan is more authoritative than Xia Yu in terms of beasts,

He felt that since Feng Xiaohan came from the wilderness and had struggled with nature for many years, he should have more opinions on this kind of unnatural thing.

And he was very suspicious that the so-called "wilderness" that Feng Xiaohan came from did not exist at all.

The human world is vast, but those places where demon beasts haunt are guarded and suppressed by sects, and it is not enough for a child to survive in it for twelve years without being discovered.

Moreover, with Feng Xiaohan's body directly crossing the Forging Body Realm, as well as his extremely skilled hunting experience, there was no wilderness in the human world that could trap him for twelve years.

The most important thing is that the monsters don't go to the wilderness at all......

In fact, it was not only him, but all the disciples except for the young ones who made the promises.

That "wilderness" may be the wilderness!

Especially after seeing his performance in the Beacon Volcano, it convinced them of their guesses.

Feng Xiaohan is from the Savage Domain!

But looking at his young face, Liang Song was a little shaken.

How could a child survive in the Savage Realm for twelve years?

Even if this child is a little cold,

This is still a difficult thing to accept.

Feng Xiaohan looked to the west, at this time the sun had completely set below the horizon, leaving only some residual afterglow, struggling in the western sky, as if he did not want to leave, unwilling to give up the sky to the night.

But the night came,

The moon has long risen, hanging in the air,

The cold light shone on Feng Xiaohan's clean face, and this scene looked unique.

He thought for a long time and said two words to Liang Song silently.

Aestivation.

Although it's not summer now, Changming is located in the south,

The autumn clothes in the sky are very thick, and it can still be hot at noon every day, which can be said to be very cool for Feng Xiaohan, who chooses to adapt to it because he can't sleep in summer.

But for the snow ghosts who have never left the cold mountains in their lives, no matter how cool the weather is, it is hot and dry.

It was able to survive the whole summer thanks to its enthusiasm for kendo and the increasing cultivation of vitality, and every summer in order to protect the snowy demon beasts in the various beast fields, the refrigeration formation would be opened in many places, and the place where the snow ghost lived must be no exception.

But the summer has passed, and the morning and evening of autumn are cool, so there is no need to open the formation again, so it may be taken back along with the snow ghost's share.

So it hibernated.

This was Feng Xiaohan's guess, and at the same time, he also felt strange, Liang Song was thoughtful and should not have such a thing happening.

And when the snow ghost is hot, won't it say it itself?

is just this little thing that is afraid of death, but he won't estimate what kind of face is stiff.

Liang Song read those two words from the shape of his lips, and also knew the meaning of these two words literally.

He couldn't believe it.

The snow ghost lives with him, and the refrigeration formation is not distributed from the peak, but arranged by himself, and it has not been turned off, why will it be hot until summer sleep?

The moonlight is getting stronger, and he regrets that he woke up.

She let out a long breath and looked at the two on the roof,

Her eyes are like stars in the sky, too beautiful to speak.

He regretted that when she woke up, Zizhuyuan also woke up, and everything became perfect because of her beauty.

Liang Song hurriedly asked his doubts,

"I don't know this, where I used to live, some monsters will choose to sleep in the summer, unless they are hungry or suddenly awakened. ”

Feng Xiaohan said: "You may have to ask your master about this matter, he may know something." ”

Liang Song gently held the snow ghost in the palm of his hand, thanked him, said hello to He Xirou and hurried back to the peak.

After seeing him leave, He Xirou's eyes fell to the roof and said with a smile: "You have a good relationship." ”

Feng Xiaohan said: "It's okay. ”

He fell to the ground and lay in the chair bathing in the moonlight, breathing in the aura that He Xirou had not sucked cleanly.

He Xirou looked at him, and suddenly said: "You can transform into a spirit with me, Zizhuyuan's aura is enough, as if I bullied you." ”

Feng Xiaohan said: "I'm good like this, you turn yours." ”

He Xirou shook her head helplessly, came to his side, patted his legs aside, and sat on the chair.

Feng Xiaohan opened his eyes and looked at her, not understanding what she meant.

He Xirou gently pressed the chaise longue, and the bamboo branch was pressed slightly bent and then recovered, obviously the material was selected, and the toughness was very good.

She explained: "Your chaise longue feels soft to the touch and is more comfortable to sit on than a stone chair. ”

This time it was Feng Xiaohan's turn to be helpless, he remembered that Lu Yingfeng had said that a long time ago, when handing objects between men and women according to Confucian etiquette, the items should be placed on the table, and the other person could take them, this is "giving and receiving not kissing", although it is not so rigid and conservative now, but it should be an arm's length away from each other on weekdays, unless it is a last resort, or the relationship is intimate, it is disrespectful to the opposite sex.

Feng Xiaohan thought about these words, and couldn't change his mind for a while.

A chair is not "a last resort",

They are sisters and brothers, to be honest, with his emotional intelligence, he can't judge whether he has a close relationship with her.

But since she sat down like this, it should be considered a "close relationship", right?

At this time, He Xirou was also a little dazed, she didn't know what was going on with her, and she actually sent the god to sit beside him.

Is this chair really so comfortable?

She wondered what was wrong with me.

In the distance, on the bamboo branches, two birds snuggled side by side, looking into the Zizhu courtyard, their similar expressions reflected in their eyes.