Moments later, another flare exploded in the sky. The disciples came to Fengrong's thatched hut.

"Don't talk about raining." "If it's windy, this thatched house can collapse."

"Door master, how to fix this." "Fix the house."

"Ahh The disciple with deep internal strength touched the wall, and the wall collapsed.

"Rebuild."

"I'm asking you to repair the house, not tear it down." Lou Qinglin crushed a stone table corner

"Yes, Master." "Door Master."

"What?" "You crushed the stone table."

“。。。。。。”

Feng Rong innocently plays with Xue Bai, and Xue Bai is unusually docile, Feng Rong is too likable? How is it possible, Taxue Bai felt a strong coercion, and he didn't dare to make a mistake at all. The ancient phoenix, although stepping on snow white is also a BMW, but a phoenix in front of it is useless.

The disciples of Katsuyuki Sect are working hard and carefully repairing the house. The owner of the building finally couldn't bear it, and the house collapsed while repairing, and he couldn't see it.

"Stop."

"What's wrong with the door master?"

"The house will collapse." "Really the master, the brothers are building a thatched house faster than this, and it is stronger than this."

"Twenty of you are building houses here." "The rest come back with me."

The owner of the building looked at the small courtyard and the black pressure on a group of people. Why are they so idle?

"You four come with me." "The rest go to the street to buy daily necessities, firewood, rice, oil, salt, big fish, big meat."

"Futon." "Got it?"

"Rongrong." Lou Qinglin softly called Feng Rong, who was asleep on the stone table.

"Hmm." Feng Rong was drooling with a mouth. "Rongrong." Lou Qinglin smiled and pinched Feng Rong's little face to wipe away his saliva for him.

"Brother Lou?" Feng Rong rubbed his eyes. "It's getting dark, it's time to eat."

"Ah, I haven't chopped wood yet." "I'm helping you build a house?"

"Brother Lou is really a good person." "Then I'll chop wood for you to cook... We don't have anything to eat at home. "I'll steal a few sweet potatoes for Brother Lou, and your friends must be tired from work." "Stop, I'll invite you to dinner."

"Brother Lou is really a good person." "Let's go." Lou Qinglin took Feng Rong's hand. Feng Rong hugged the snow group, like a family of three.

"I want to eat meat." "Eat meat."

Lou Qinglin and Feng Rong walked slowly.

“。。。。。” Disciples of the Katsuyuki Gate. I was speechless.

"Yes, Master."

After reacting for a while, they built a house, bought firewood, rice, oil and salt, bought firewood, rice, oil and salt, and the four people led the horse and followed behind their own door owner slowly.

"Where are we going, Brother Lou." Feng Rong held Lou Qinglin's hand and shook it. "Eat, make you some clothes."

"I finally know why so many people greet Brother Lou, because Brother Lou is a good person." "Do you want to be friends with me?"

"Worship brothers with different surnames." Look at the glory of a lot of small picture books. “。。。。。。。” It shouldn't be a candle night or something in the cave room, no matter how bad it is, it's a good friend.

"Isn't it good?" Feng Rong looked at Lou Qinglin cautiously. "It's too ordinary."

"That's right, Brother Lou has a lot of brothers." "So I'm a good friend, and you're my only honor."

"Well, Brother Lou." Lou Qinglin took Feng Rong and looked at the four disciples of Shengxuemen.

"The owner of the building, in front of it is Yongle Cloth Village."

"Let's turn left and an alley is the fairy restaurant."

"Opposite Yongle Buzhuang is a dim sum shop."

"Hmm." "Wow, Brother Lou's brothers are so amazing." A certain doorman who had been robbed of the limelight was not happy.

The disciples of Shengxuemen are very discerning. "It's all for the Bishop of Loumen."

"Brother Lou is so powerful." "Generally, I like to walk around casually on weekdays, just for the door."

"Here we are." "The clothes are so beautiful." "When I go around on weekdays, I am very old and yellow in the door, and my clothes are all gray." The disciples of Katsuyuki Sect gathered around and muttered.

"The master of the building is in retreat!" The boss of the cloth village looked at Lou Qinglin happily. "This is Prince Rongrong!" The proprietress of the cloth village looked at Feng Rong with joy.

"Hello uncle." "Hey, the owner of the building is buying wedding clothes!" The boss of the cloth village smiled with a spring breeze on his face. "What am I going to do when I buy a wedding dress?" Lou Qinglin was faint, almost goodbye to his brother, what kind of wedding dress to buy, dowry. "Ah, does the owner of the building want to buy white yarn?" "Make him clothes and measure them."

"Rongrong, what color do you like?" "Golden."

"Golden." The owner of the building, who only likes red and white, was surprised. "Golden?" The owner of the cloth village is also not calm. Gold can only be worn in the palace

"Brother Lou, I like gold." "This, the owner of the building can't do it." "Why?" The owner of the building was dissatisfied.

"Only those in the palace wear gold." "Rongrong can't wear it?"

"Oh, my landlord, you can't say this casually, only the emperor can wear it." "That's the doorman." Katsuyuki is very tired of his own owner who has no common sense of life.

"Rongrong can't wear it." The owner of the building felt guilty again. "That's fine." "Hey." Listen to your little tone of disappointment in our Rongrong.

"Prince Rongrong likes extravagance?" "Boss, you pick the gorgeous one." "Got it." "Rongrong come and sit."

"The master, embroider more gold threads and precious stones." The four disciples looked at the gorgeous cloth and gems in the hands of the owner of the cloth house.

"Boss, the appearance of Shengxuemen gives Rongrong's size a set." "Okay, Lord of the Building." "Embroider more gold threads, and embroider my name on them."

"Name?" The four disciples were surprised, and it was already an honor to put on the unique white veil of the Katsuyuki Gate and add the name of the sect master. "Lou Qinglin." Feng Rong read the name of the owner of the building without heart and lungs.

"Does it sound good?" Lou Qinglin tilted her head and smiled. "Sounds good." "Just take the clothes that will be sent to Katsuyukimen this month, change the size, embroider the gold thread and name, and eat in a hurry."

"Okay, the master of the building." "Prince Rongrong's waist is thinner than the girl's family." "I've been thin since I was a child."

These two sentences poked into the heart of the owner of the building, he has lived a hard life since he was a child, and he is really distressed.

"Eat more in the future." "Well, Brother Lou." "Master, the clothes are ready."

"Go change your clothes."

"The rest of the clothes are coming and the disciples are coming to get them."

"Okay, Doorman." Feng Rong walked out in a white shirt, a plain and white blouse, a high-quality hazy moon veil on the hem, the same white pants, and white boots. "Okay, it's good-looking, Brother Lou."

"It should only be in heaven, brighter than the crescent moon." Lou Qinglin picked up the ribbon and spread the coiled hair, gently tied it, tied a strand of hair, and the long black hair spread out on the white paper, like ink on rice paper, like an ink-colored flower on the paper.

"I actually wore the demeanor of the door owner five or six points," the boss of the cloth village was surprised. "Beautiful." The disciples were dumbfounded. Fengrong is so beautiful that people ignore the gold thread on their clothes. There is also a big Lou Qinglin behind the three words.

"Rongrong, let's eat." "Eat meat." "Okay, eat meat."

"Let's go to Xianwei Restaurant." "Wait, Rongrong."

"Does the boss have a veil to cover his face?" "Yes, yes." "Wearing a veil is a hero?" "yes, Rongrong." Lou Qinglin put a veil on Feng Rong.