Today's cold is very uncomfortable, so I'll change 600 words first, and make up for the rest tomorrow morning.

The clouds are light and the wind is light, the moon is bright, and the stars are sparse and the black magpies fly south.

The rain stopped in the middle of the night, but the cold wind was blowing, and it was even more cold.

"Tonight will be a sleepless night!"

Sikong Ling pulled his wet trouser legs and said, although they took shelter from the rain under the Buddha statue, they were still inevitably half drenched in their clothes.

He's really stupid, isn't it good to tear down windows and doors? What kind of roof can he tear down?

Leng Yanqiu next to him glanced at him, and a red mist appeared all over his body, and after a while, the mist dispersed, and Leng Yanqiu's clothes had become dry again.

Sikong Ling was dumbfounded: "Childe, why didn't you use this trick earlier? If you used it earlier, wouldn't we have been able to make money by drying clothes for people before?"

“......”

Leng Yanqiu rolled his eyes, gathered Yuan Qi in his hand, and patted Sikong Ling's shoulder with one hand to ward off the cold and dry him.

Originally, he used Yuan Qi to pretend to be a ghost and grill fish, which was already very excessive, if he did this again, he was really afraid that the Heavenly Dao of the Xia Lan World would not be angry, so he ran over and killed him.

Then again, why is the moonlight so bleak tonight?

It is estimated that he will be able to meet his little brother tomorrow morning, does he have to change his outfit.

Leng Yanqiu withdrew his palm and looked at Sikong Ling's waist.

Sikong Ling was still puzzled, his clothes hadn't dried yet, why did Leng Yanqiu give up?

Following Leng Yanqiu's gaze, Sikong Ling looked down and saw the money bag on his waist, and then looked up to see a trace of eagerness in Leng Yanqiu's eyes.

Hurriedly holding the money bag, it landed on the beam of the house with a rise and fall, staring directly at Leng Yanqiu, as if to say, there is no way to want to beat me for money!

Drip drip, drip ......

Water droplets continued to drip on the beams, falling on Sikong Ling's head, sliding down the ends of his hair into the placket of his clothes, soaking a piece.

Call~

A gust of wind blew, and Sikong Ling only felt as if he had been pricked by needles, especially in the wet place, as if he had been "burned by a red piece of iron", and his heart hurt.

Seeing this, Leng Yanqiu smiled slightly and spread his palm, and a ball of Yuan Qi emerged and blew it away lightly.

......

Sikong Ling squatted under the Buddha statue and slept comfortably, and Leng Yanqiu was holding a bag on the side and counting the funds that should be used tomorrow.