The New Year is not fragrant, the beginning of February to see the grass buds, the snow but too late spring, so through the garden trees for flying flowers.

The climate of the Qingxiao Spirit Domain is quite warm, and it takes several years before you can see a heavy snowfall.

The fluttering snowflakes slowly fell on Ning Kunlun's shoulders along the big hole in the ceiling, and Ning Kunlun held the black iron halberd, like a majestic pass, standing still.

In front of Ning Kunlun, there was an old woman. The old woman seems to be extremely old, and the folds on her face are like layers of waves. Behind the old woman, there were two men: one was as thin as firewood, and the other was as burly as a cow, and the two stood together, giving people a great impact on their vision.

The old woman's name is 'Dongfang Yu', and she is the ancestor of the Jiang family, the real ruler of the Jiang family, an old monster who has lived for four hundred years.

The two 'high-level Xuanhuang' and one 'half-step Xuanzun' stood proudly in front of Ning Kunlun like this, Ning Kunlun was not afraid or afraid, and his expression was indifferent.

In the space around them, a flash of bright color flashed.

A dagger with poison quenched on the blade stabbed straight towards Ye Junlin's waist.

Ning Kunlun was shocked.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Ye Junlin's mouth, and he jumped forward, his body was in mid-air, and he crossed an arc.

"A sword breaks the wind!"

The Red Flame Sword fell heavily, and the crimson thin Lang pulled up the streamer in mid-air.

Zhihe dagger waved lightly, a touch of green light, across the air, red thin Lang, broken into the sky slightly.

"I didn't expect the dignified King Wei to hide such a stretch of hand. The exposed Zhihe was not in a hurry, but teased Ye Junlin, although it was only lip service.

Ye Junlin raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Sister, I'm really joking, my cultivation, in the eyes of everyone, I'm afraid I'm not even a scum." ”

When Zhihe heard this, the corners of her mouth curled slightly.

Ye Junlin looked at the big young master who wet his pants and laughed: "Of course, except for this guy." ”

Young Master Jiang's face was pale, and Zhihe's smile was like a flower.

"Who is the girl?" asked the thin middle-aged guest behind Dongfang Yu.

"Hahahaha" Zhihe smiled: "Mr. Bi, since you have seen it, why don't you dare to say it." ”

The thin guest Qing's face was gloomy: "You are really a person from the 'Dream Red Mansion'." ”

When the people present heard this, their faces changed suddenly, and the two waves of forces, which were originally tense, were actually standing on the same front.

Ning Kunlun's face was a little ugly, and he held the hand of the halberd, trembling slightly.

Zhihe raised her head, met Ning Kunlun's gaze, and quickly lowered her head.

Ye Junlin looked thoughtful.

"Isn't the girl afraid when she's alone here?" said the burly guest, who had never spoken.

"If you don't have a diamond, you don't dare to do this porcelain work. Zhihe smiled: "Since the little girl is here, she has her own way to let you let me go." ”

"What a big breath!" The golden dragon head crutch in Dongfang Yu's hand slammed heavily on the ground, and the entire 'Qianjiao Pavilion' trembled slightly.

The corners of Zhihe's mouth were raised, revealing four white tiger teeth, which were very cute.

Ning Kunlun's mind was slightly in a trance.

The peach-colored Xuan Qi quickly condensed in Zhihe's hand, and in a few breaths, it condensed into a 'heart-shaped'.

Everyone's complexion changed greatly, and they all mobilized their mysterious qi and wrapped their bodies. Ye Junlin didn't know how to feel it, and he also followed the same gourd.

"A dream for a thousand years. ”

The 'heart' in Zhihe's hand slowly rose into the air, Zhihe smiled, and raised her hand to kiss the 'heart'.

The big 'heart' bursts, spreading out millions of small 'hearts'. The little 'hearts' are pervasive, and they penetrate through the barrier of everyone's Xuan Qi and penetrate into everyone's body.

Ye Junlin felt unusually sleepy, he threw himself on the ground and snored happily.

In the dream, he saw the smiling face of Xiyan.

The wind and snow outside the window are getting bigger.

Zhihe looked at Dongfang Yu who was struggling to resist, Ning Kunlun who was indifferent, and Ye Junlin who was sleeping soundly, and smiled more and more brightly.

With a casual slap, the wall by the window cracked a big hole, and Zhihe jumped up, and her slender figure disappeared into the wind and snow.

Before leaving, she glanced at Ning Kunlun, full of affection

When Ye Junlin woke up again, it was already early in the morning.

Ning Kunlun was guarding his window, holding the black iron halberd with both hands, his face full of apologies.

Ye Junlin smiled and struggled to sit up. The head was groggy, as if someone had beaten him with a stick. Ye Junlin held his forehead, nauseous and wanted to vomit.

"The subordinates did not protect effectively, so that His Highness fell for Zhihe's illusion, it is really a crime that deserves death. ”

Ning Kunlun said very calmly, but Ye Junlin noticed that when he mentioned the word 'Zhihe', his heart trembled a little.

"Fourth Brother Ning, where are you talking about. Ye Junlin patted Ning Kunlun's shoulder and signaled him not to take it to heart.

Fan Yueran walked in, the smile on his face was like a spring breeze.

Ning Kunlun saluted and turned to leave. Fan Yueran sat in front of Ye Junlin's bed, smiling and smiling.

"Laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh at your sister. Ye Junlin had a lot of complaints: "In order to help you weaken the 'Four Great Families', Lao Tzu almost put his life into it." ”

How could Fan Yue Ran not see Ye Junlin's thoughts, the space ring on his finger flashed slightly, and a soft armor with a light blue rune appeared on his hand.

"This is the 'Intermediate Dao Weapon' - Ice Spirit Soft Armor. Attacks below the 'Xuanzun Level' can basically be carried down."

Without waiting for Fan Yueran to finish speaking, Ye Junlin snatched the soft armor over.

"Count you in, you still have a little conscience. ”

Looking at Ye Junlin, who was like a fan of wealth, Fan Jun shook his head with a smile.

After the 'assassination incident', the 'Qianjiao Pavilion' was closed for several days.

The Chengdong Jiang family also paid a heavy price because of this incident, and millions of 'spirit crystals' were confiscated by the King of Jin and became part of the 'public property';

In the next few days, the eldest and young masters of the other three major families also had big and small conflicts with the newly promoted 'King of Wei' His Royal Highness, both inadvertently and inadvertently.

Fan Yueran, the king of Jin, took advantage of the topic to play, collected grain, collected wealth, filled the army, and made a windfall.

At this point, as long as you are a person with a normal mind, you can see that these events are just a double reed sung by Fan Yueran and Ye Junlin.

'Lin'an Lane' in the west of the city.

Qi Jian held a glass of wine in his hand, his eyes looking at the sky.

Beside him, kneeling was a soldier in the form of an agent. Qi Jianxin listened to the soldier's report and drank all the wine in his hand.

"Ye Junlin, it's better not to be realistic than to do it. ”

Qi Jianxin slammed the wine glass in his hand to the ground, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly: "Let's start here." ”