Six years can change a lot.

But the only thing that can't be changed is the appearance of the item.

Strictly speaking, this house might be an object.

Because if it is an object, no one will refute it.

So when the messenger entered the room, he seemed to feel as if six years had passed before his eyes.

People are like that.

Whenever a person is in a bad mood, then he sighs no matter what he sees.

He was thinking about the war between the Demon Sect and the rebel army.

He came to Jianyuan to ask for reinforcements and failed, he wondered if the other two people would succeed?

He didn't know.

There was no one in the room.

He walked forward very calmly, and then suddenly found that the west house of the house had collapsed.

There were no pillars in that room, and there was no telling where the pillars would go.

So he went into the East House.

The East House looks spacious.

Although there is no one here.

But there is no dust in the house that has been uninhabited for many years.

There were two beds in the middle of the room.

The messenger went to see it himself, and found that it was a bed made of two single beds.

Why is that?

He felt strange and unconsciously reached out and touched it.

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A woman's voice suddenly appeared behind him.

She asked softly, "Are you also holding it strangely?"

The messenger was startled, and he turned back, and saw a girl with long hair and shoulder-length standing in front of him.

Her face should be extremely pure, but she used a layer of fat powder to cover this layer of purity.

Her eyes were bright.

Her sword robe was as white as snow.

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The messenger lowered his head, and he said nervously, "Don't blame Miss, I didn't mean to break in. ”

The girl pondered for a moment, then looked at his face, as if to calculate his age.

He was once told that when he saw someone older than himself, he should call him brother, but he could not call him brother.

But when she saw his father, he called Brother Luo.

So.

She spoke naturally.

"Where are you from, brother?"

The messenger was a little embarrassed, he didn't understand what the girl called him, but out of politeness, he said calmly, "I'm from the middle." ”

"Where is the Central Plains?"

"Xuanwu City. ”

"What's wrong with Xuanwu City?"

He was silent for a moment, not choosing to tell her directly.

The girl looked at him and smiled, "Your face seems to be troubled. ”

The messenger spoke, "There are many troubles in this world. ”

The messenger thought about it for a moment, and then told her about the Demon Sect's infiltration into the Zhou army and preparations for war with the rebel army.

There was no expression on the girl's face.

She gently ran her hand through her hair.

It was as if she had heard something that wasn't a thing at all.

She said calmly, "Since that's the case, it's really a thing to worry about. ”

The girl looked him in the eye and asked, "Things have come to this point, so what are you going to do?"

The messenger smiled bitterly and said, "What can I do? ”

He guessed the identity of the girl again, but he thought of many possibilities, and felt that she was not.

Because she has long hair.

Zhou Tu told her that Qin Boyi had short hair without makeup.

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There was a long silence between the two.

The girl looked at him and smiled again, "Drink some wine when you are worried, and many things can be forgotten." ”

The messenger looked up at her, and the girl didn't look like she could drink.

She seemed to see his thoughts, so she said lightly, "Originally, I didn't know how to drink, but after drinking it once, I learned it." ”

The messenger looked at her and asked, "And if you were me, what would you do in this situation?"

The girl smiled and said, "I've never experienced this, but if I did, I think I'd probably defend the city to the death." ”

The messenger's eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope.

He suddenly looked at the girl and asked seriously, "Will you help us?"

The girl smiled and shook her head, "The Demon Lord is invincible in the world, who is his opponent?"

The messenger smiled bitterly and nodded slowly.

He suddenly looked at the girl and asked, "You just talked about wine, I want to ask you, do you have wine here?"

The girl stared at him and asked, "I have wine, do you have a story?"

The messenger's face turned pale.

He turned and walked out the door of the room.

The cold wind outside cleared his mind a little.

He really doesn't have any good stories, all he brings is disaster.

He turned his head to look at the girl.

He lowered his head and said slowly, "Farewell." ”

The girl looked at him calmly and said softly, "No." ”

The messenger rode away.

This time it's completely gone.

Leaving with disappointment.

He had no hope for Jian Yuan's rescue.

The girl stood in the middle of the room and never moved.

She gently stroked the board of the two beds that had merged into one with her hand, and a sadness suddenly rose in her eyes.

She'd come here often, so even after Luo Ning had been gone for so long, it was spotless.

She grew her hair long and learned to wear makeup.

Wine is a good thing that intoxicates and sobers up.

On the day Luo Ning left, she and the bowl of daughter red he drank on Shoushan Sword Ridge made her drunk all day.

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Qin Boyi walked lightly outside the door.

It seems that there is some fear of disturbing this long-uninhabited courtyard.

Her feet were lame, leaving two footprints on the snow, one deep and one shallow.

Suddenly, another woman's voice rang out in her ears.

She asked lightly, "I have a story, do you have wine?"

Qin Boyi didn't turn her head, her gaze fell somewhere on the snowy mountain.

She said calmly, "Your story is not worth drinking with you. ”

The woman's voice was puzzled, and then she asked, "Why isn't it worth it?"

Qin Boyi turned his head, and then saw Luo Xue's eyes.

Qin Boyi replied calmly, "Because I know what story you want to tell me, but you don't know what wine I will bring out." ”

Luo Xue raised her eyebrows, like the shadow of a forest somewhere on the snowy mountain.

She asked flatly, "Tell me, what story am I going to tell you?"

Qin Boyi said, "You want to tell me a story about hot blood." ”

Luo Xue smiled, "Yes, do you want to hear this story?"

Qin Boyi continued, "Hot blood is something that teenagers should have, and many of them are old, so naturally they no longer have hot blood. ”

She lowered her head and stroked her long hair before continuing, "But we're still young. ”

Luo Xue smiled, "Yes, we are very young. ”

Qin Boyi asked, "Have you figured out what to do?"

Luo Xue looked at her and said, "Didn't you think the same way?"

They all figured out what to do.

The two men looked at each other and laughed happily.

A flock of chill finches flew in the mountains, startling snowflakes.

This is also a benefit for young people.

Most of the young people in this world are like-minded.

The things they think are all strikingly similar.

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Luo Xue suddenly asked, "Is it customary to have long hair?"

Qin Boyi thought for a while and replied, "Except for the fact that it is a little unaccustomed and inconvenient when using a sword, it is still very beautiful at the rest of the time." ”

Luo Xue asked again, "Is it useful to look good?"

Qin Boyi looked down at the long hair that hung down to his shoulders and didn't look up for a long time.

Then she suddenly asked, "Will he like it?"

Luo Xue looked at her and replied seriously, "If a person really likes someone, whether she has long hair or short hair, whether she has no makeup or makeup, he will like it very much." ”

The cold finches blown by the north wind flipped a few times in the air, like a kite with a broken string.

The mountains in the distance were covered with snow, and I didn't know if it was the roe deer that was moving again.

Qin Boyi's eyes stared at that place, and then he asked an inexplicable question, "What if the arm is broken or there is a disease that can't be cured?"

Luo Xue lowered her head, she didn't answer.

This is also the reason why Li Fengliang doesn't like to deal with women.

Because the conversations of these women are too esoteric.

The snow in the mountains is flying with the take-off of those cold sparrows.

The wind was cold.

Luo Xue looked at Chen Xue, who was a little dark, and then finally said:

"I think I'm going to like it. ”

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