"But... This kind of usage, in reality, is very suitable for those guys in the Blood Demon Palace. Ke Xiaoliang's mind opened, and he had a vague concept, but it had not yet been fully formed.

"It's really... Why do you always want to harm the lovely Blood Demon Palace monks? This must be influenced by the Ten Demon Sect. I need Miss Zhengdao, with her broad chest, to calm the restless demon heart. Ke Xiaoliang stood up with a smile and shook his head.

The afterglow of the setting sun passed through the flower bowl on the eaves and sprinkled mottled on Ke Xiaoliang's handsome face, which had a lazy and free taste.

The girl in white who was crossing the bridge and was standing on the bridge saw this scene, and her heart skipped a beat inexplicably, and her face quickly flashed crimson.

The old folk song came from the other end of the street to Ke Xiaoliang's dim sum shop.

As the night is about to fall, the lights are exceptionally bright.

Today is the fire festival of the Black Clothes of Belvedere.

In the upper reaches of the Yeosu River, people would set up various torches, light them, and float down the river in paper or straw boats as strong as possible.

Of course, there will be people along the shore who are responsible for watching to avoid causing a fire.

Legend has it that the farther the torch floats on the water, the wider the dark river illuminated, the more blessed it will be blessed by the goddess of the snow-capped mountains.

Some disciples of Cuiyun Mountain will also be mixed in because of the excitement of the festival.

"It's so lively!"

"Speaking of which, in my world, shouldn't I also make a festival once in a while to create some atmosphere?"

"As we all know, the purpose of all festivals is to consume. If a special festival is done, the harvest of that day will be ten or even a hundred times that of a normal day. Ke Xiaoliang stood in front of the window, thinking about his own way of doing business.

"Hey!" a figure suddenly burst out of the corner on the side, trying to scare Ke Xiaoliang.

Ke Xiaoliang turned his head with a smile and looked at the comer aggressively.

Although you start as a friend, you must not fix yourself in the position of a friend.

It is not an offense to remind someone that there is a difference between men and women, and that he covets her, but rather a silent hint.

Of course... It is necessary to grasp and grasp the scale.

Fortunately, Ke Xiaoliang is not in a hurry, he has a lot of time.

"Wasn't you captured by your senior sister?"

"I thought you wouldn't be able to escape until at least the day after tomorrow. Ke Xiaoliang said to Yang Zhenzhen, using a seemingly chatty tone to resolve the embarrassment of that moment just now.

A qualified sea king can always be retracted and released freely.

Yang Zhenzhen breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart was beating hard.

Then he raised his nose proudly and said proudly: "Senior sister, how can you detain me? I used a puppet charm to deceive her." ”

Ke Xiaohao said curiously: "What have you become yourself? ”

Yang Zhenzhen continued to say proudly: "I pasted the doll talisman on my family Xiangxiang. ”

Xiangxiang is Yang Zhenzhen's pet, a small spirit pig.

"Not bad... You have a very clear understanding of yourself, and you are very pleased with your husband. Ke Xiaoliang said.

"For... For··· For a husband?" Yang Zhenzhen was taken aback by the sudden attack.

Before he had time to escape or quibble, he heard Ke Xiaoliang say: "For a husband? Do you think so? Am I not talking about a father? Okay! Yang Zhenzhen! I want to be your father, but you want me to be your husband, and I treat you as a daughter, but you want to sleep with me?"

Ke Xiaoliang's eyes widened, and he looked at Yang Zhenzhen with disbelief.

Yang Zhenzhen's hands clapped continuously, and he lowered the handsome eighteen palms, and attacked Ke Xiaoliang continuously and violently.

was grabbed by Ke Xiaoliang's little hand, and then held it in his hand.

"Let's go and see people setting off torches!" Ke Xiaoliang said, jumping through the window and pulling Yang Zhenzhen towards the upper reaches of the Lishui River.

The two of them came upstream, near the city boundary, and there was a large crowd of people.

Dressed in black, the black-clothed people are tying torches that symbolize light to sturdy straw boats or paper boats.

Torches of various shapes were lit one after another.

Boat after boat, drifting down the river.

"In the legend of the black-clothed clan, the goddess of the snow-capped mountain is attached to the god of fire in the sky, so she melts herself into Lishui and flows in the land of Yunzhou. Yang Zhenzhen: Do you say that the God of Fire knows the intentions of the goddess of the Snow Mountain towards him?" Ke Xiaoliang asked.

Yang Zhenzhen blinked wide-eyed, a little ignorant.

Although she has a subordinate body, her heart is like a blank sheet of paper, and she has not yet been awakened to some things.

Although Ke Xiaoliang is the devil of the Ten Demon Sect, he adheres to the style of his master and does not take pleasure in using strength.

If it's just for the pleasure of those few hours, it's better to have the pleasure of swimming in the sea of spiritual energy with spirit when you practice.

Yang Zhenzhen thought about it, but still replied: "I should know!"

"Even if I didn't know it at first, Lishui has been flowing in Yunzhou for tens of thousands of years, and now I already know it. I think maybe they're happily living together. ”

Ke Xiaoliang laughed when he heard this.

No follow-up reviews were made.

Some people like to pull out the seedlings to help them grow.

But there are also people who like to maintain their immaturity and innocence.

Flowers have a reblooming day, and people are no longer innocent.

"Let's go and make the fire brighter, too. ”

"Maybe because of our help, the goddess of the snow mountain and the god of fire can be together more smoothly and for a longer time. Ke Xiaoliang said.

At the same time, Ke Xiaoliang's inner arrangement of new activities also has a more complete logic and standard.

"Love is the source of all thoughts. Love and hate, jealousy, greed, lust, madness... Many of them are inseparable from the word love. ”

"So the activity can be used as a reason for a certain custom, but the final foothold must be emotional. ”

"The most vulgar things are the most popular. What everyone seems to be able to touch is the most unreachable and hurtful. ”

In the distance, on the bank of the river, a beautiful song suddenly sounded.

The singer was a woman, and the accompaniment was the black sevenstrings unique to the black-clothed clan.

The tone is tactful and crisp.

Ke Xiaoliang couldn't understand the lyrics.

It was in the language of the black-clad people.

Ke Xiaoliang asked Yang Zhenzhen, "Do you understand the meaning of the lyrics?"

Yang Zhenzhen blushed, but still translated honestly: "My hot lover, please melt my ice and snow with a warm chest, and I am willing to erode in your gaze until it is steamed into a cloud and hugs you." ”

"It's so beautiful!" Ke Xiaoliang said as he looked at Yang Zhenzhen.

This time, his gaze didn't drift... Although he wanted to.

Yang Zhenzhen pulled his little hand back hard.

Then he looked left and right and said, "I... I'm going back!, or my sister will see it. ”

Ke Xiaoliang smiled and nodded: "Okay!

"By the way, I've made a bite of cake with ten different floral flavors tomorrow, would you like to try it?"

Yang Zhenzhen turned around, but it was the pair of big babies who turned around first, only to see her nodding hurriedly: "Yes!

After that, he lifted his skirt and ran quickly in the direction of Cuiyun Mountain, but he didn't pay attention to the stone under his feet, and his center of gravity was unstable, and he almost fell down with the ability of a monk.

Looking at Yang Zhenzhen's embarrassed appearance, Ke Xiaoliang smiled happily.