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There is still one day before the head of the Yin-Yang Palace ascends the throne, the sky is snowing heavily, and the southeast gate is covered with snow.

Yuan Ben's five immortal pills are not exactly meat buns beating dogs, Yin Yang Dongxuan also gave Yuan Ben a pill close to the immortal product in the heavy building, which is required by insects, this pill is called the Transformation Pill, as long as the demon beast of the Ten Directions Dao Monarch Realm swallows it, it can turn into a human form. This mirage demon wanted to be a human so much that he had swallowed the Transformation Pill and fell asleep after forming a cocoon on his body.

In the small street outside the house, covered with snow, even a dog is too lazy to come out and wander, let alone people. In the middle of the street was a slender figure in a thin black shirt, with a long sword pinned to his waist, and a stocky young man in green clothes riding on his shoulder, wearing a large hat on his head, and a lot of snow on it. The man in the black shirt walked easily, his clothes fluttered in the snow wind, and he held a jar of wine in his right hand. The two stood in front of the house, the snow on the stone steps at the door had been swept, the big red lanterns were hung under the eaves, and the new red background was also pasted on the left and right sides of the door, the man reached out and knocked on the copper ring, and in a moment there were footsteps approaching, the big portal made a creaky sound, and the crow's face was smeared with black charcoal, and the man and the boy were stunned together, and the crow greeted him with a little embarrassment: "Big brother." ”

"Little brother, you drilled the dog hole haha." Yuan Ben jumped off Zong Yang's body, sensibly hugged the wine jar in Zong Yang's hand, and circled around the crow.

The crow pretended to be calm, and tilted his head to not bird Yuanben.

"I smell sweet potatoes." Zong Yang smiled slightly and walked in the door.

Yuan Ben, a foodie, had already rushed through the front yard in a smoke, and under the eaves of the opposite house, Qianhu was wearing a glamorous red dress, and his face was also rouge, and he was standing with a smile, and there was a big charcoal basin beside her, in which the red carbon was still burning with a blazing fire, and several large potatoes were placed on the edge.

The crow quickly closed the door, and it turned out that he had a thick snowball in his hand, and Yuan Ben ran happily in the yard, but he was shot in the head by a snowball flying behind him, and the back of his head bloomed like fireworks.

Yuan Ben's naughty heart was aroused, put the wine jar in the snow, picked up the snow and pinched it with both hands to settle the score.

The two had a snowball fight, the atmosphere was lively, Zong Yang slowly walked through the front yard, lifted the wine jar and came to Qianhu, and he didn't need to pat the snow off his body, they naturally melted and dissipated. Zong Yang handed out the wine jar and said shyly: "Aunt Yao, I bother you to warm up, the beauty warms the wine, the wine will be better." ”

Qianhu has its original name, called Hong Yao, and Aunt Yao was shouted by Yuan Benhu.

Qianhu took the wine jar, passed by Zong Yang, and said gently: "In your eyes, am I so old?"

Zong Yang really wouldn't tease a woman, that would seem frivolous, and after Qianhu asked, he was a little nervous: "Sister Yao." ”

"Hong Yao." Qianhu corrected.

On a snowy day, Zong Yang's mood was originally very calm, but at this time, he was made excited by Qianhu, and Qianhu's enchanting skills can be called the perfect realm, even if he is a monk who has quit color, it is difficult to control, but the nervousness and restlessness at this time are still different from Zong Yang's mood when facing Su Ying.

Zong Yang sat down, watching the crow and Yuan Ben have a snowball fight, and then looked at the sky covered with snowflakes in the distance, and his thoughts inexplicably thought of Mu Tian's review and wine review, so he remembered the beauty review that the crow had recently bored to mention.

Beauty comments, Zong Yang is not interested in commenting on women in the world.

However, there is the fun of being alone, and Zongyang is big

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Dare to judge the women you know with ten taels of silver.

Out of Chicheng, I met Jiang Wuxiong on Tiantai Mountain, the orphan of this turbulent Wuhou with unparalleled sword intent, she should have nine taels and five dollars.

Li Tianzhen of Ning'e Gate is still a girl next door who has just grown up, and she is worth eight taels and seven dollars for the time being.

The third is Qianhu, mature and charming, Zong Yang turned his head to look at the red dress of warm wine in the house, this woman who has experienced too much, although she is still the face of Wanlilou Showa, but her original face should be nine taels and two dollars.

In fact, Zong Yang is also curious about Mrs. Chiqi, although he can't comment on her, but as a demon fox, she can transform at will, and she will definitely be beautiful and moving in the future.

Next is the Yin Yang Xue Concubine, this strange woman who dares to say that she is not inferior to the Yin Yang King's Landing, Xia Er next to her should have nine two one two, her own words, it may be less to give nine two or four money, but compared with Jiang Wuxiong, the temperament is a little worse, if you can get out of the cage of the Yin Yang Palace and go to the rivers and lakes, it is not difficult to add a penny.

There is also a restless night on the Ethereal Peak, give nine taels and five dollars, I don't know if the eldest brother will kill him and scold him.

The descendant of the Demon God of the Heavenly Forsaken Land, the woman who was isolated from the world, and the sudden kiss that night, after Zong Yang smiled bitterly, he gave nine taels and six dollars.

There is also a person who doesn't know whether to give a few taels of silver, he is the mother of the Northeast Gate Emperor Nangong, if you really want to give it regardless of human ethics, there should be a nine taels and one money.

The slave covered with silver face in the fairy palace, but unfortunately he doesn't know his face, and it has become an unsolved mystery.

There was one last person left, and Zong Yang gave her nine taels and seven dollars reasonably.

In a trance, Yuan Ben was already squatting next to the charcoal basin to eat sweet potatoes, and the crow stood by Zong Yang's side sneakily, touching his chin and looking at the flying snow in the courtyard, pretending to be deep and faint and said, "Big brother, you are thinking about women." ”

Zong Yang's thoughts were pulled back by the crow's cold words, and he wondered, "How do you know?"

The crow smiled, quietly dusted off the remaining snow from his crotch, and said, "Secret." ”

At this time, Qianhu brought a pot of warm wine, the wine is rice wine, there is no special way, it is ordinary glutinous rice brewing, but it is an excellent wine to drink on a snowy day. The rice wine is not strong, sweet and astringent, Qianhu also understands this wine, and puts the unique frozen plum petals of the abandoned land in the rice wine, adding a little fragrance, pouring four bowls, Yuan Ben ate the sweet potato is suspicious of dry mouth, Gu Dong Gu Dong drank a few sips, took a sip of the hot air with the smell of wine, blushed, and praised: "It's delicious." ”

The conversation box of a few people opened up, and the house was full of warm laughter, and here a snow falcon swept quickly from the sky, piercing through the snow curtain and flying in the direction of the abandoned land.

The sky is lonely, on the border between the southeast gate and the south gate, Qingluan stands in the air, the battle of Tianque Street did not cast a shadow on him, if it is not for the heavy injury of the eight-armed heavenly king, how can the fat relics of the king of the demon snake let a demon ape overturn wantonly. At a high altitude north of the southeast gate, the eight-armed heavenly king carried a purple gold rod, looked melancholy, and overlooked the southeast gate with a heavy heart. Also at the height of the southeast gate bordering the east gate, the tall and thin figure of the emperor of the east gate loomed in the snow, and beside him were two people who stepped on swords.

"I can finally kill it." The long snake licked the corners of its mouth and smiled hideously.

Suddenly, I don't know what kind of perception I received, Qingluan's face suddenly turned cold, turned into a streamer and flew back to the south gate.

The Eight-Armed Heavenly King and the East Gate Earth Emperor also quietly left.

The snow gradually stopped, the night was shrouded, after eating the delicacies sent by Wan Lilou, Zong Yang was drunk for seven or eight minutes, the crow staggered up, and Yuan Ben lay on the bench and fell asleep

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Finish.

"I'll help Zongyang go back to the room." Qianhu said.

The crow was a little flustered, but immediately reacted, Qianhu is now his own person, and the eldest brother also said that he was trustworthy, so he took off his coat and covered Yuan Ben's body, carefully picked up Yuan Ben and prepared to go back to the room, and threw a voice at Qianhu: "There is labor." ”

Zong Yang didn't know that the rice wine in this innocent city would be so powerful, and he felt a headache when the cold wind blew, Qianhu came over to support Zong Yang, and the soft mass in his chest was squeezed on Zong Yang's arm, which made Zong Yang feel embarrassed, and said with a smile that he could walk, walking alone in the backyard with frivolous steps, who knew that one fell to the ground without paying attention and lay on the thick snow, Zong Yang laughed, there must be something wrong with this rice wine.

Qianhu helped Zong Yang up again, grinding his temples in his ears, and said softly: "I know that you are a drunkard, so I added some drunken seven-step aged wine lees, it doesn't matter, I just want to hear your drunken mantra." ”

Zong Yang's drunkenness swept through his brain and fell asleep.

In the room where a red candle was burning, Zong Yang lay on the couch, his head and neck were pillowed in Qianhu's arms, and Qianhu put a warm towel on Zong Yang's forehead, spitting out Lan Xi to look at the face in his arms. In the battle of the God of Wealth, Qianhu witnessed the fate of this man and his brother, and deeply remembered his figure on the top of the mountain to turn the tide, as well as saving her at the south gate at any cost. There is no doubt that she has fallen in love with him inextricably, and at this time she is close at hand, and her face is covered with rouge from him. It just so happened that Zong Yang woke up, and Qianhu leaned down without hesitation.

Zong Yang gently stroked Qianhu's cheek, looked at each other, and was quiet for a while, Zong Yang found that the mole under Qianhu's left eyebrow was very good-looking.

Qianhu smiled a little nervously, and said with affection: "You said, I laugh beautifully." ”

Zong Yang was very sober, just like the gentle array in the face of the Yin Yang Snow Concubine in the Yunyu Building, and when he faced the undressing in the small world, he got up suddenly, walked to the window and pushed open the window, letting the cold wind blow, although he had a headache, he was more calm.

Qianhu got up in frustration, hung his head, and clenched the corners of his clothes with both hands. She knew that Zong Yang was not because of her past, nor because of his dirty body, nor because of his appearance, but she had been traumatized and had to uncover her scars and felt inferior.

Zong Yang couldn't help but be depressed, why did they all come to test his concentration, to put it bluntly, he is also a man.

Although Qianhu only has nine taels and two dollars, she is on par with Xia Er in the Red Cold Palace, and she is four taels behind her, but in terms of charming temperament, she is familiar with her.

Zong Yang raised his eyebrows, and finally understood that it was the box of rouge that made Qianhu misunderstand, and another thought suddenly flashed in his mind, whether the hairpin also had a misunderstanding

Qianhu raised his face and plucked up the courage to say: "I don't have her beauty, and I don't want to possess you, I just want to be your woman, serve by your side, and it's okay to be a cow or a horse." ”

Zong Yang was silent, but his mood was extremely complicated, if he refused, it would inevitably make Qianhu feel embarrassed, but how could he let the current situation develop

The silence in the room could be heard as a needle drop, Qianhu was already cold, but he was at a loss, but Zong Yang suddenly unbuttoned his black shirt and walked towards her.

On the white roof, the crow, who had been squatting for a long time, suddenly opened his eyes wide, shook off the snow on his body, and was difficult to be confident.

Zong Yang hugged Qianhu tightly, and the black shirt was covered over her. 00 collected and organized, the copyright belongs to the author or publisher.