Who is the man of a thousand houses? The master who is not afraid of heaven and earth.

He thought: He is a famous thief of the Golden Seal Clan, but he is younger, and he is only sixteen years old this year. If you want to talk about your resume, it is...... It's miserable, and I haven't stolen it once. Although he has no ability, he is not dead.

"He hasn't recruited yet. "Ah Jing passed by Tao Sheng's room, the door was open, and he could see the Senjuku tied to the corner inside.

"Look at what!" Qiansu looked unconvinced, and shouted at Ah Jing, "Don't let me find the Book of Heaven, but if I know where it is, let you look good!"

Tao Sheng was leaning on the couch reading a book, and when he heard Qiansusu's shout, he snorted and laughed, and his smile was very unfriendly.

Ah Jing also smiled, she knew that there was no more book of heaven in this world, the book of heaven had become one with herself, and Qiansu was destined to be busy in vain......

After being busy these days, Mrs. Hua almost forgot about the Lucky Weaving House, her role these days is the Fenghua City Lord, and she has long forgotten the identity of the owner of the Lucky Weaving House, and there are many things backlogged in the store, and she has not had time to deal with them.

When Qiao Fan reported it, he found that there were many orders piled up in the account.

"Madam, we have a serious shortage of cloth in our store. Qiao Fan said, "Now the goods can't come in and can't be sent." What about the credibility of our store?"

"What are you talking about credibility and discredibility? You are young, relax, you haven't seen so many headaches in my city, aren't you?" Mrs. Hua has given up maintaining the image of a good city lord and a good shopkeeper, "The country is not a country, and the city is not a city,...... The store is almost a store!"

"That's not what I said, the weaving house is my dream, and the shopkeeper is my idol," Qiao Fan was a little sad, "I don't want to let my dreams and idols be disillusioned!"

"I'm a little girl, I can't afford it! Idols can't be eaten, why don't I leave it to you as the store manager?" Mrs. Hua made up her mind, "Just do it, I'm too tired, this burden is unloaded to you, so you don't have to stare at me every day, and I have so many things here that I can't bear to be an old woman." ”

"Madam, I protest, I'm only fifteen years old, and I'll age very quickly when I become a store manager!" Qiao Fan hurriedly took out the small mirror he carried with him and looked at his flower and moon appearance.

"You say that, this shopkeeper, I can't go any further. Mrs. Hua looked at the mirror wall at the end of the bookshelf in her study, "Well, Xiaofan shopkeeper, go back to the store quickly, these things should be decided as soon as possible!"

"Here!" Zao Zao, the maid who was sorting out the scrolls on the side, heard Mrs. Hua's voice and hurriedly agreed.

"Put a silver fox and felt hat on Xiao Fan, it's cold outside. Mrs. Hua said, "Let Liu Jun send some warriors to escort her back." ”

"Yes!" Zao Zao agreed, bringing a bright big hat and a set of felt hats for Qiao Fan to put on, and brought a small warm hand stove in her hand.

Qiao Fan knew that Mrs. Hua would not change it if she made up her mind, so he thanked Zao Zao and retired to Mrs. Hua. When Qiao Fan walked out of the house, he saw that outside Hua Yu Terrace, there was a land of ice and snow, and the world was even more integrated. Although people froze to death like this, at first glance, it was suffocatingly beautiful.

Mo Banbrown walked in the inner courtyard of the Changsheng Theater, only to see that the garden in the hail had already presented the artistic conception of freezing and depression, and there was no one here. The blue and white cat nested under Mo's half-brown cotton cloak, revealing only one head.

"After I learned about human nature, although my fur has not changed, I am even more afraid of the cold," Ono said, "I really hate me like this." ”

"It's nothing, being a human being is always pretentious and delicate. Mo Banbrown said, "People are used to cherishing themselves." ”

"I remembered something, and I didn't know whether to talk about it or not. Ono said, "It's not an important thing. ”

"Let's relieve my boredom. "Mo Ban Brown strokes the fur on Xiao Ye's back, it feels really good. Ono meowed, the habit still hasn't changed, and he has two languages at the same time, so he will subconsciously switch.

"On that day, I saw a sparrow stealing a pill from a female guest's room, white and red, thinking that Renrui Renhua ate it together. Ono said, "I don't know what has become of me now." ”

"I'm guess it's going to be weirder than you. Mo Ban Brown said, only to feel that Ono's fur was smooth and soft, and he snorted twice for a while.

Ono "meow, meow, meow" and purr happily, and sure enough, the cat is still a cat.

When she heard about the disasters in various countries, she also had some sorrow in her heart. She is only thirteen years old, but her intellect is no different from that of a hundred thousand years old, she is a natural leader, naturally a little indifferent and arrogant, and she looks at things calmly.

Although Qu Liu is a year or two older than her, in her eyes, he looks like a weak child. So when I often see meandering to myself asking questions, I will naturally be very irritable.

But although the dragonfly is cold-hearted, the background is kind. The heart is cold because of the wisdom and inspiration beyond ordinary people, and kindness is indeed the essence and voice of the heart. These days, I just shut myself in the door and play the piano and compose, and I don't think about anything else. Xun Fei used her "Jingluo" piano to compose a song "Soft Soul Sending".

Together, the birds in the bamboo forest outside the house circled and took away the song, and the entire Qixia Mountain heard the sound of the fly. Everyone listened with bated breath.

The wind is spreading, the light is spreading, the hail is digested into rain, the rain is spreading, the ice crystals on the ground are melting, and the road surface is exposed again. Every little grass and every leaf under the ice surface stretched out its muscles and bones, and the entire Fenghua City suddenly warmed up.

People who were looking out the window were witnessing the miracle of melting snow and ice.

The snow-covered ice corpses piled up outdoors had hideous, cold and indifferent expressions on their faces, some of them relaxed, and some of them even smiled.

What those ordinary people couldn't see was that the gray souls sealed in the frozen ice corpses suddenly floated out, shook off the dust, softened, and returned to their golden appearance, and they all floated out together, gathered in the sky, and flew in the direction of Qixia Mountain.

Qu Bing, who was locked up in the Shen Xie Pavilion, saw the golden souls gathered in the sky. She had just witnessed the whole process of changing from ice and snow to warm wind outside the window, saw the continuous hail all day turning into drizzle, heard the sound of the "Jingluo" piano from Qixia Mountain, and knew that this was the music being played by the fly.

Qu Bing listened carefully to this "Soft Soul Delivery", yes, the power of the dragonfly has grown a lot, and now the power to soothe the soul is already above him, and he is indeed the natural leader of the Geling clan.

Ah Jing also heard "Soft Soul Sending", she looked at the sky outside the window, and saw that there were thousands of golden souls gathered in the sky, large and small, they were like slender triangular beams of light, sacred and clean.

The 24th chapter of "Soft Soul Sending" ends