"yes!"

Several merchants crowded together with each other, and they talked for a while, and they couldn't bear to fight, so they had to close their eyes and go back to sleep.

Snow, flying in the howling wind.

At this time, in an old alley outside the sandcastle, a tall young man walked alone on the street. His face was fair, and his eyes were cold. A long sword at his waist was stained with snow.

Who is he? Where does he come from, Why does he stay awake late at night and walk alone in the streets?

The prodigy, who had been lying on the window of the sandcastle, looked puzzled.

The man seemed to sense that someone was watching him, so he immediately looked at the place where the prodigy was. At night, the sky is a little brighter. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but white sand castles.

"It's so cold!" the young man rubbed his hands together and walked on.

The snow was falling heavier and heavier, leaving a trail of men's footprints in the narrow alleys.

When he came to an intersection, a tanuki suddenly jumped from the eaves of a butcher's shop.

The young man jumped, and he breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt a little tired. He wanted to find a place to stay, and now ten steps away was the drunken red mansion of the famous Blue City.

Do you want to go in or not? The young man hesitated to decide, forget it, let's go, and if we go again, we may be able to meet a more regular inn. With this in mind, he continued to walk forward with heavy steps.

He hadn't gone far when there was a sound of horses' hooves in the distance. Out of caution, the young man hid in the shadows with a cat's paw.

At this time, a woman in red suddenly walked out of the drunken red building, and she stood under the eaves and looked left and right.

The snow was falling with a torrent, and the ground was shining.

The sound of horses' hooves just now was getting closer and closer, and soon a group of strong men in black clothes came from far and near.

At the head was a handsome young man, who rode down and stopped beside the woman in red.

"Sister!" the young man looked grim and sad. "I'm crying you. ”

The woman in red shook her head, stretched out her hands and gestured: Don't be bitter, everything is as it should be, and the overall situation should be the priority. She finished gesticulating, then took out a handkerchief from her pocket and handed it to the young man, who took the handkerchief and was about to continue to say something, when the old bustard suddenly came out of it, and she yawned impatiently as she walked and asked, "Who is standing outside so late?"

The woman in red looked back at the bustard and quickly took a few steps back.

"Yo! I said Ling'er, isn't it good to come out on such a cold day for a private meeting?" The old bustard took a closer look and found that it was Ling'er, who had become mute, and stretched out his hand to slap him. "Just like you, who can look up to you. ”

The boy on horseback saw his sister being bullied, and an old bustard who was slapped in a series of slaps had gold stars in his eyes. "The next time I see you beating Miss Ling'er, I, Zhijie, will screw off your head and hang it in the Drunken Red Mansion. ”

"Don't dare, don't dare to guest officer. The bustard covered his face and pointed to the sky. "If I beat Miss Ling'er again, I will be hit by a carriage when I go out, and I will choke to death by drinking tea. ”