Li Molan's expression was quite serious and serious, it should be something more important, so Huang Li'er on the side couldn't help but hold her breath, revealing a nervous look. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ram Yuliu and Qin Li themselves watched calmly in doubt, probably wanting to understand the reason for the young man in the green shirt suddenly revealing a serious posture.

After all, they had never seen the boy show such a serious expression along the way.

Li Molan's hand pinched Qin Li's wrist, her skin was very delicate, as if there were no pores, it felt very comfortable to touch, and it was fair and beautiful like white porcelain warm jade.

But now is of course not the time to taste the feel, his eyes closed, but those true qi accompanied the flow of qi in his body and probed into the little girl's body little by little.

Those qi machines were like swimming dragons, as if they were looking for something in Qin Li's body, and then they quickly came back, the speed was a little unexpected, it seemed that Li Molan didn't do anything at all, pinched the woman's wrist, and immediately retracted his hand.

"Rubbing oil?" Huang Li'er looked at the young man suspiciously.

Li Molan rarely showed a helpless expression, and explained seriously: "This little girl is indeed different from normal people, I'm not joking. ”

"Different from normal people?"

Huang Li'er blinked suspiciously.

The face of the white-clothed boy pinching the white iron fan showed thought, thought about it, and vaguely guessed something.

"Is it your background?" asked Ram Miyanagi.

"It's similar, but it's not the same, and it's not something that can be said casually, so please forgive me for not being able to say it. ”

Li Molan said, and looked at Qin Li again: "You are different from ordinary people, in this way, you really can't be left alone in Songzhou." ”

"So is Engong willing to take me in? The slave family is willing to be a cow and a horse to repay Engong's life-saving kindness......"

Qin Li showed a happy look.

Li Molan nodded and said: "Since I know your speciality, I naturally can't sit idly by, the ram Yuliu and Huang Li'er are going to Dongyu, and you can't follow, and ......"

The young man in the green shirt glanced at Huang Li'er with some caution, and saw that she didn't react much, so he said, "...... In short, you can follow me, at least it is far safer to follow me than if you stay in Songzhou alone, at least I can help at any time. ”

"Xiaolan, did you say that on purpose, you actually fell in love with Sister Qin Li?"

Huang Li'er raised her eyebrows and said in a rather skeptical tone.

Li Molan smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if you understand it like this. ”

"Hmph. ”

Huang Li'er snorted lightly, probably dissatisfied with Li Molan's tight-lipped mouth, after all, she hung people's appetite but was unwilling to come out of the tray, which naturally made people complain.

Ram Yuliu didn't ask, but his eyes swept around Li Molan's body and Qin Li's body, obviously with some joking meaning.

The young man in the green shirt pretended not to see it, but the little girl Qin Li didn't have such a thick skin, especially Li Molan's pretended mysterious words that made it easy for people to think that he was talking nonsense, and his real purpose was to fall in love with himself.

After all, the little girl grew up in the village, and no matter how smart she is, no matter how she sinks the fish and geese, she is still very immature about these men and women, and of course she is inevitably dreaming of spring.

In addition, there are few men of the same age in her village, and they basically go to Songzhou to work hard, which is the so-called wandering the rivers and lakes, so this knowledge finally stops in their ignorance.

So her face was quickly dyed with a touch of crimson, and her shy appearance was cute and eye-catching.

The wine, meat and food were quickly presented, and Huang Li'er pulled Miss Qin Li to teach some wonderful methods to prevent men, which were nothing more than two classic moves that had been passed down for thousands of years by cutting off the feet of children and grandchildren and stealing peaches from monkeys.

It's just that it is obvious that this little maid has amazing attainments on this road, and she is talking about various essentials in a colorful voice, without considering the feelings of the two men present at all.

Especially the male in white, the ram Yuliu, looked stiff.

He didn't know when his little maid had learned these strange things.

The ram sighed.

Li Molan looked at the little girl with a focused face and seemed to be really serious about these anti-wolf moves, and she had nothing to say.

Pouring Songzhou's specialty Songjiu into Li Molan's wine glass, the two simply clinked glasses, and then drank all the wine in the glass.

The taste of Song wine and rice wine is naturally different, and it is difficult to compare, but it is definitely much worse than the Huaihua wine that the young man in the green shirt made in Huaihua Village.

I haven't drunk Huaihua wine for such a long time, not to mention the boy himself, the ram Yuliu has been in pain for a long time.

It's just that making this locust wine requires the locust tree to bloom, and there are few places for the locust tree in Governor Nuo Dasong, and it is even more difficult to collect enough locust flowers.

However, I haven't drunk much of the Songjiu here after all, the freshness is still there, and it does have a flavor, and it is quite enjoyable.

The man in white poured the wine again, and then asked, "Xiaolan, I've always wanted to ask, what is the handful wrapped in cloth behind you?"

Li Molan's face was incomprehensible: "Ancestral Divine Sword." ”

Ram Yuliu suddenly lost interest and poured a sip of wine.

"Don't drink too much, I'll do your laundry for you every time you drink until you vomit!" Huang Li'er looked serious.

The man in white had a sad face.

Li Molan laughed, picked up the wine glass, and drank it all.

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Passing through Songzhou Prefecture, on the morning of the second day, when the group went out of the city, the old green cow had already been waiting for a long time outside the state city.

Li Molan skillfully hung the Beihai Dragon Elephant on the horns of the old green ox, then sat on the back of the ox, and continued to move southeast.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and I'm afraid that it won't be long before goose feathers and heavy snow fall, and everyone except Li Molan is wearing a little thicker.

It will take a few days to pass through Songzhou, and then it will be time to separate, and the ram Yuliu will continue to travel east with Huang Li'er, going to Dongyu.

And Li Molan was ready to take Qin Li to Lin'an City, that is, to the southeast, but at that time to wave goodbye, the possibility of goodbye was really slim.

The young man in the green shirt did not think that he would run to Dongyu in the future, and the ram Yuliu did not think that he was interested in returning to Beihai.

The meadows on the left and right were covered with frost, and the silver carpet of frost and snow spread far as the eye could see.

The end of the grass stood straight upright, and it was a little hard from the cold, like gray-white tombstones.

The dry branches of the leaves that had fallen off were swaying in the cold wind.

From time to time, the rough cracks in the bark rolled up like shavings, then fell to the ground, and so on.

There are still a few days on the way, but Li Molan is here to tell Miss Qin Li about an important matter, that is, the relationship between the two.

Li Molan never regarded this big girl as her handmaid or slave.

In his own opinion, since they are fellow partners and they took the initiative to propose it, then at least both parties should be on an equal footing.

But at the moment, the resoluteness of this big girl, or rather the little girl, made him realize that it was very difficult to change some concepts that had been cultivated for a long time.

On that day, the young man in the green shirt killed two cultivators with a small wooden sword in his hand, and this picture was naturally quite amazing.

For the little girl of Qin Li, who has no understanding of the word cultivation, Li Molan is no different from the legendary immortals, and is even more noble.

Because the boy alone killed two immortal masters.

In this case, it is obviously quite difficult for a little girl like her, who grew up in the village, to say that she has never seen the world, to call an immortal equally.

For ordinary people, cultivators are real immortals, with supreme mana, able to open mountains and gravel, and live forever.

And Li Molan was naturally mistaken for a cultivator by the little girl, and she was shocked, and for a while, the awe in her heart arose spontaneously and could not be suppressed.

So at this moment, it is particularly important to correct the concept of the big girl and the little girl in the heart of the big girl.

Whether it is Engong or Engong, master, master, master, master, young master, these titles obviously make Li Molan a little difficult to accept, and he didn't take her in with him with that kind of bad purpose, but there is indeed a reason, so this title really makes him uncomfortable.

Because he always believed that there should be no formal inequality between people, or between people and cultivators.

Perhaps it was the concept brought by his previous life, but he always felt that the value of life was the same.

Whether it's a man, a beast, or a cultivator.

This involves some kind of principle, so he stubbornly believes that even if he is kind to Qin Li, it is impossible for this girl to be his slave maid or something, and to be a cow and a horse for himself.

Because I'm not used to it.

"It's okay if you call me Xiaolan, you know? Of course, if you mind, it doesn't matter if I call your name, I add the word sister. ”

Li Molan said to Qin Li very seriously and seriously.

"No, the master is the master, the slave family has already said that he is willing to be a cow, a horse, a slave and a maid, how dare you?"

Qin Li's beautiful face was full of persistence.

Huang Li'er and the ram Yuliu watched the play on the side, smiling very happily.

Li Molan was speechless for a long time, and couldn't help but say angrily: "I repeat, I didn't let you be my slave, and I don't need to, don't call me master anymore!"

"Yes, sir. ”

Qin Li replied seriously, and even bowed meticulously.

In the cold wind, the young man in the green shirt on the back of the cow was completely messy.

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