Chapter 282 Story

The three of them sat in silence for a long time, and Yama was really flustered. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

As a qualified mouth cannon, it is a very uncomfortable thing to want Yama 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 and is not sad.

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

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

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

"I'm not going to talk about Journey to the West today. Yama said in disapproval.

It's not good to talk about a long serial, Yan Luo heard a lot of ancient legends from Qin Zheng, and after some modifications by himself, it can be narrated as a wonderful story, and he was bored on the road before and told Ouyang Jing some stories, and he had to tell Ouyang Jing a small stove alone again, which was really depressing.

"I wrote it down if I knew it. Yama 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 we let her listen to only half of the story? Well, we're going to rest here for a few days, and we're going to pick a story that we can tell 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 Yama began to speak, Han Shusha suddenly got up, took out a pen and paper from the large wooden cabinet, placed it on his lap, and wrote down the story he told word by word while looking at Yama's lips.

The speed of the sage's hand was incredibly fast, and the instant memory was completely unavoidable, and the handwriting was very correct.

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Although there will be misunderstandings of homophones when reading lips, most of the misunderstandings can be avoided in context.

Yan Luo's talk was more than two hours, when he talked about the butterfly demon Caiyi for Liu Jinwen's thousand-year cultivation, and he turned back into an ignorant and unconscious ordinary color curl, and when Liu Jinwen woke up, he no longer remembered the time when the Butterfly Demon was 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 I'll continue tomorrow. Yama stretched and stood up.

"Yan Luo, can't you let Caiyi and Liu Gongzi be together?" Yan Luo announced the dissolution of the meeting, but Ouyang Jing, a great master, unexpectedly had tears in his eyes, and he was stunned.

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

"That's what the story looks like, what can I do?" Yama sighed helplessly when he heard this, shook his head and said, "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has clouds and sunny days, and this matter is difficult to complete. 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 one's own destiny, how can it be said that change can be changed? Everything requires 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 cannot change or grasp? The only thing he can fight for now is to make every effort to strengthen his strength, and one day he may be able to find a way back to the earth.

Although Ouyang Jing is very emotional, she is very rational, and she knows that what Yan Luo said makes sense, so she no longer dwells on the fate of the characters in the story. Han Shisha empathized with Yama's words and nodded in agreement.

Shaking his head, shaking off the sadness in his heart, Yama Luo yawned loudly, stretched his waist again, and said to Han Shisha: "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 Yan Luo and Ouyang Jing, then to the stone bed, motioning 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, Yan Luo said categorically: "No, you can sleep on the bed with Senior Sister Jing, I am a man, just sleep on the floor." ”

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

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

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

It's night.

Ouyang Jing and Yan Luo were huddled on the stone bed covered with white fur, sleeping soundly. 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.