In the spring of the ninth year of the Hongguo calendar, it rained in the ancient city.

The rain was not small, not the slightest bit of the literati's pen, but dripping, very simply wet the ancient city.

Originally, in such weather, Xiao Er in the restaurant should lie on the table and sleep boringly, but the fact is the opposite, Xiao Er ran before and after, he was so busy that he was sweating profusely, the rags on his shoulders were about to be darker than his face, and the guests kept going in.

The guests who came did not come to eat, nor to hide from the rain, but when they entered the door, they asked about one thing.

A thousand families are dead again!

The matter is that Wu Xiaolang, who ran to sell cakes early in the morning, was the first to find out, so he also had the most right to speak, and the five-foot man who was always ridiculed on weekdays finally had the opportunity to raise his eyebrows, and he stood on the bench with a very high spirit, held his head high, and said the words that he had said no less than 20 times without getting bored: "This morning I sold cakes through thousands of houses, and it was gloomy inside, and there was a faint cry coming, I found a maid and asked, only to know that there were dead people again, and it was not uncommon for thousands of families to die, but everyone knew who died this time, no?" It's the old housekeeper of a thousand families!

"In the past, when the old housekeeper was alive, although the thousand families died every month, but because of his prestige, they all dared not let go of the fart, and now that the old housekeeper is dead, I am afraid that after today, the thousand families will have that little evil obstacle left!"

Wu Xiaolang is an authentic farmer, he usually speaks vulgarly, and this time he said too much about the same thing, although his rustic nature has not changed, but it sounds a little bit of a storyteller.

Everyone also never gets tired of hearing it, like a drunkard who smells the wine, but there is not much wine, so he has to use chopsticks to pick the lean meat on the plate while tasting it.

"These thousand families are really unlucky, since three years ago when they gave birth to that little evil obstacle, the white lantern has not been taken off, and it is not normal for people not to die every month! I think when I was a teenager, those thousand families were still famous big families, and the wheels used for the carriage were all made of gold, and which of those maids and maids did not walk with swagger and vigor? What about now? Not to mention the wheels made of gold, even the carriage that travels cannot be seen, let alone the maids, all of them are like frosted eggplants, and they have never seen their faces when they walk. ”

"The little evil obstacle of the thousand families is really powerful, he killed his mother when he was born, his father went crazy, lost his trace, and killed his grandparents in a few months, less than a year, but everyone who was close to him died almost dead, and every one of them died tragically, and there was no corpse! ”

"Thousands of thousand-year-old family businesses, rich and rivaled the country back then, everyone envied them, and now they pay for it! What's even more regrettable is that those who accompany the funeral are all alive!"

The spring rain was noisy, and everyone in the restaurant kept talking.

The affairs of a thousand families have lasted for ten years, not far from themselves, and there is a strange feeling that makes people palpitate, so everyone will always have an inexplicable excitement and excitement when they talk about it, and because of this, everyone has something to say, and it is extremely intense to say.

More excited than everyone else is naturally the shopkeeper of the restaurant.

At this time, he was holding an abacus, looking at everyone with a smile, as if he had seen a pile of silver. Although he was a little unkind, he really liked to hear the news that "a thousand families are dead again," and even fantasized about why a thousand families didn't die every day? Of course, it was just a fantasy after all, and he also understood that as soon as the old housekeeper died this time, many slaves of the thousand families lost their restraints, and they would definitely run clean with the valuable things of the thousand families within an hour, and most of them would not have the grand occasion of "spring rain full of guests" in the future.

Thinking like this, I was a little stunned for a while, and said in my heart, how good it would be for this old housekeeper to die a few years later.

The spring rain was still falling, crackling and smashing on the stone street, like the sound of firecrackers on Chinese New Year's Eve, but there was more than noise, but the celebration could not be talked about in any way.

At this time, a young man walked into the restaurant.

The people who were talking about it didn't notice the young man, thinking that he was just another good person, so naturally they didn't notice the young man's neat clothes and shoes that didn't stick to the slightest rain.

The young man walked into the restaurant, glanced around, walked straight to the shopkeeper, and said with a smile: "The shopkeeper, I will ask you about someone." ”

The shopkeeper of the restaurant put down his abacus, looked at the young man quietly, and found that the latter was richly dressed and graceful, and immediately put on a smile and asked with a smile: "Who does the guest officer want to ask?" ”

The young man smiled: "That's good, the person I inquired about shouldn't be difficult to find, it's a child of a thousand families, about three years old, called Qianyi." ”

"Smack!"

The restaurant was suddenly silent, the shopkeeper's smile froze on his face, and someone's wine glass fell to the ground and rolled out.

Outside the house, the spring rain is dense, and the spring breeze is silent.

......

Chiya had a dream about a very young age.

Fourteen years have passed, and sometimes looking back, it seems far away, but the pain seems to have been engraved yesterday, and it still hurts so much that I dare not breathe hard.

This is the past that Qianyi doesn't want to recall the most, and it is also the reason why he is trying to live now.

Because we are confused, we want to know, and because we want to know, we seek.

Qian Yi slowly sat up, and found that the snow-capped mountain where the wind and snow were resident had been silent behind him, and he was at the foot of the snow-capped mountain, surrounded by a forest, and the sky was no longer snowy. The world is deeply infected by the night, and in the galaxy, a few stars are like pearls at the bottom of the river, floating leisurely, swaying next to a broken moon. In the silent night, only the evening breeze was still naughty, fluttering in the leaves.

Beside him, Tianhong Dao leaned against the bamboo basket, already in the sheath, and the golden battle suit was covering him.

Turning her head, Chiya saw that both girls were asleep. Xiao Wei hugged lazy, breathing evenly and seemed to be a little cautious, sleeping not well, the little white dog was lying in the little girl's arms with a big grin, while snoring, drooling, often making some "dog language" and grinding teeth.

On the other side, Yu Xunyan leaned against the tree, holding a long sword, in a vigil posture, but he fell asleep very unprofessionally, and the evening breeze stirred the girl's green silk and clothes, slightly sprinkled, like a light rain.

Qianyi stared at the rain and smoke for a long time, and the fire reflected in his eyes became brighter and brighter.

However, he didn't mean anything else, staring at people like this because he found that he only had a single coat left, and the "mysteriously disappeared" coat was worn by the girl.

Qian Yi didn't mind that others borrowed their own coats when they had no clothes to wear, and when he lived in Baizhuan Mountain with the remnants of the night, he almost went back with strips of cloth on several occasions, so he still had a single coat now, and he thought it was good. But—

How do you take off your clothes?

Before Qian Yi fell into a coma, he obviously found that the sword qi in his body was already out of control, in this case, ordinary people couldn't get close to him at all, and even if he had a certain amount of cultivation, he would probably be seriously injured.

Yu Xunyan's cultivation, Qian also knows that the peak of the Wang Realm, this cultivation is extremely good in the younger generation, but it does not mean that when she loses consciousness and cannot control the knife qi in her body, she can take off her clothes unscathed and wear them on her body.

But Qianyi looked at it carefully, and the girl was clearly not hurt at all, but she was just a little tired, so-

Why?

For a moment, Qian Yi almost thought that the greatest misfortune that had brought him to his life had disappeared, but when he slightly let go of the restraint on the sword qi in his body, the nearby tree was directly cut out with a deep knife mark!

Qian Yi looked at the knife marks on the tree and was slightly silent. To be honest, he was a little disappointed, but he wasn't affected by it.

What has been fantasized about for seventeen years will not be achieved for no reason in seventeen years.

Besides, there was hope in his heart at the moment.

Chiya set her eyes on the girl again, and then—

Slowly reached for his hand.

Yu Xunyan was wearing Qianyi's clothes, but because it was just a coat, it was a little loose, and the evening breeze easily opened the girl's collar and corners, and a little white jade skin reflected the faint starlight and fell at night. At this time, the boy stretched out his hand while the girl was asleep, no matter how you look at this picture, it is difficult for people to have a good imagination.

And indeed, when Qianyi's hand held the girl's naked and crystalline jade feet, Yu Xunyan suddenly opened his eyes, so he saw the boy without a doubt, and instantly misunderstood what Qianyi meant. But Qianyi didn't have any intention of dodging at all, but looked at the girl's face seriously, and even pressed the girl's cute toes with her fingers, wondering how the girl would react.

The next moment, Qian Ye knew, Yu Xunyan's face instantly turned red, as if the morning glow was newborn, and he couldn't even hide the night.

Then, the blue light rose from the sky, accompanied by the girl's shame of crushing her silver teeth:

"Smelly rascal, I'm going to kill you!"