On the way back, Wen Fengyin walked in the snow with Shengyuan on his back.

She was hidden under the thick cloak of the killer, revealing only a small head, and now she was quietly wrapping around his neck, like a mature cat. The wind was lighter than when I first went out, and the snowflakes swirled and fell from the sky, and the road was a little off, and the ground was covered with thick snow, and there was only the "creak" sound of the soles of boots stepping into the snow; But when he was about to walk to the bottom of the business, Wen Fengyin looked at the crowds in the city from afar, and in the end he couldn't help but stop, breaking this short silence: "Don't play the iron pipa in the future." ”

"Why?" The rabbit cub was still drunk, and spoke in a soft little nasal voice, "Isn't it good?" ”

"It's not bad." The killer weighed carefully

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