Chapter 554 around the brazier

The three of them sat quietly in silence for a long time, and Luo Yun was really flustered.

As a qualified mouth cannon, it is a very uncomfortable thing to want Luo Yun to sit quietly like this and express that silence is golden, as if there are countless ants crawling on his body, which makes people itch all over his body.

With a roll of his eyes, Luo Yun's eyes swept over the silent Ouyang Jing and Han Shisha, and said, "Shisha girl, there is nothing to do now anyway, why don't I tell you a story?" ”

Han Shisha looked at Luo Yun's lips, and was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand what the story meant, but he quickly nodded lightly in agreement.

Ouyang Jing's eyes lit up, and he stared at Luo Yun and asked, "Are you going to talk about Journey to the West?" Last time, I heard that Sun Wukong beat the white bone spirit three times, and was driven back to his hometown in Huaguo Mountain by Tang Seng, what happened? ”

"I'm not going to talk about Journey to the West today." Luo Yun said in denial.

It's not good to talk about a long serial, Luo Yun had already told Bingqing, Baimei, Yujie, and Qianjiao in detail about the Journey to the West when he was in the Tianxia Palace, and he was bored on the road before and told Ouyang Jing some stories, and he had to tell Ouyang Jing again separately when he was bored on the road, and he had to tell Ouyang Jing a small stove again, which was really depressing.

"I would have written it down if I had known." Luo Yun thought hatefully in his heart: "One copy for each person, look at it yourself." Maybe it will last for a hundred years and become one of the top ten masterpieces of the Shenwu Continent or something. ”

When he thought like this, he saw Ouyang Jing's beautiful eyes turn and show dissatisfaction, and said sullenly: "Why don't you talk about Journey to the West?" ”

"Isn't there a hookah girl today, can't you let her listen to only half of the story? Well, we're going to rest here for a few days, so let's pick a story that can be told in a few days. If I think about it, let's just tell a mythical story, the story is called The Legend of Sword and Fairy, and the protagonist is a tragic boy named Li Xiaoyao......"

When Luo Yun began to speak, Han Hookah got up suddenly, took out a pen and paper from the large wooden cabinet, put it on his knees, and wrote down the story he told word by word while looking at Luo Yun's lips.

The speed of the hand of the ten products of the mortal womb is incredible, and the instant memory is not at all a problem, and the handwriting is very correct. Although there will be misunderstandings of homophones when reading lips, most of the misunderstandings can be avoided in context.

Luo Yun's talk was more than two hours, when he talked about the butterfly demon Caiyi for Liu Jinwen's thousand-year cultivation, and turned himself back into an ignorant and unconscious ordinary color curl, and when Liu Jinwen woke up, he no longer remembered the time of the Dish Demon, Ouyang Jing was already rippling with tears. And the cold hookah, although his face is still expressionless, there is a faint fluctuation in the beautiful ice blue eyes that are like an ice lake.

"That's all for today, and the rest for tomorrow." Luo Yun stretched, stood up and said.

"Luo Yun, can't you let Caiyi and Liu Gongzi be together?" Luo Yun announced the dismissal of the meeting, but Ouyang Jing, a great master, unexpectedly had tears in his eyes and stared at him.

Han Hookah also stared at Luo Yun, although she couldn't see anything from her expression, Luo Yun faintly felt that she seemed to have a little hope.

"That's the story, what can I do?" Luo Yun sighed helplessly when he heard this, shook his head and said, "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny. The fate of the butterfly demon Caiyi and Liu Jinwen is not something that I can change with a move of my mouth. The only thing we have the right to fight for is our own destiny. But even if you have your own destiny, how can you say that you can change it? It takes hard work and luck!"

Speaking of this, he felt a little sad in his heart. Is it fate that he came to the Shenwu Continent from the earth inexplicably? Is it a fate that he can't change, can't grasp? The only thing he can fight for now is to do everything he can to strengthen his strength, and one day he may be able to find a way back to Earth.

Although Ouyang Jing is very emotional, she is very rational, knowing that what Luo Yun said makes sense, she no longer entangles the fate of the characters in the story. And Han Shisha empathized with Luo Yun's words and nodded in agreement.

Shaking his head, shaking off the sadness in his heart, Luo Yun yawned loudly, stretched his waist again, and said to the cold hookah: "Hookah girl, we haven't slept well for a few days, and now we are really sleepy." ”

Han Shisha put down the pen and paper, got up silently, took out a roll of fur from the large wooden cabinet, and spread it out by the firepit. She pointed to Luo Yun and Ouyang Jing, then to the stone bed, and motioned for him to sleep on the bed with Ouyang Jing, then to herself, and then to the fur spread by the fire, meaning that she slept on the floor.

Seeing this, Luo Yun said categorically: "No, you can sleep in bed with Senior Sister Jing, I am a man, just sleep on the floor." ”

If Han Shisha is a little more cheerful, Luo Yun, who claims that he will not be destroyed for himself, will be cheeky and let Han Shisha sleep with him. It's a pity that the cold hookah is too cold on the outside, even if she is not like this in her heart, Luo Yun still feels a lot of pressure, and some tricks can't be used in front of her.

Han Shui Shisha turned his head to look at Luo Yun, shook his head, and wrote five words in the air, "You are guests!" ”

Luo Yun's heart was suddenly filled with an indescribable warmth, this girl with a cold appearance was really gentle on the inside. In the face of her silent and cold gentleness, Luo Yun found that he could no longer refuse her kindness.

It's night.

Ouyang Jing and Luo Yun were huddled on the stone bed covered with white fur, sleeping sweetly. The cold hookah lay on the floor by the fire, curled up and fell asleep peacefully. Even in her dreams, her little face was still as cold as ice, and it didn't seem to have the sweetness of An Ran in her dreams.

The fire pit still burns slowly, bringing light and warmth to the cave.

Suddenly, a black and white shadow burst out from the mouth of the Yongdao that connected the cave and the ice gorge, and rushed into the cave in three or two steps.

The black and white shadow was only the size of a small, suckling pig, fat and round, but unusually sensitive, like a civet cat. When it swooped into the hole, its black and white body shimmered with a metallic sheen with firelight.

After entering the cave, it took a few steps to the bottom of a stone bench, hid behind the stone bench, stuck its head out, and looked out of the big bed and the floor.

On its round head, there are two short round ears and a pair of dark circles.

The probe probed for a while, and saw that the three people on the stone bed and the floor were asleep, as if they did not know anything about its invasion, and then it crept out from behind the stone bench and quickly jumped in front of the cold hookah.

It shrugged its black nose and sniffed at the shisha for a while, before finally resting on her waist. Then it stretched out its right front paw, and on its small front paw, five half-foot-long, sharp nails shaped like short daggers suddenly popped out!

With a flick of its claws, it slashed away from the waist of the cold hookah.

Seeing that the tip of the claw was about to touch the white skirt of the cold hookah, suddenly I heard a sound of breaking the air, and a fist suddenly broke through the air, and smashed on the back of the little beast's head with a bang!

"Whew......" The little beast wailed, rolled its eyes, and fainted.