Seeing that the little half-immortal was soaked like a chicken in soup, Jiang Xiyan couldn't help but sneer, "What's the matter, went to take a bath?"

The little half-immortal handed the water bladder to Jiang Xiyan, and began to use the fire resistance technique to bake the clothes, and when the clothes were finished, the little half-immortal said, "Let's go." ”

After resting for a while, his physical strength has recovered a little, but he can't relax with a big stone in his heart, Jiang Xiyan asked, "Why don't you have anything at all?"

Xiao Banxian said lightly: "Maybe I'm used to it, after all, I've been here four times." ”

Jiang Xiyan looked around, "You said that those people are also ink, why don't you choose to kill us here." ”

Wujian said: "Sister Xiyan, we don't feel good here, and they don't necessarily come here to be better than us." ”

Jiang Xiyan laughed, "Yes, this enchantment doesn't recognize the master." ”

The three of them walked and stopped, until they reached the sunset West Mountain, and the transmission note suddenly moved, it was Mo Yan, and the little half-immortal immediately asked, "Mo Yan, what's the matter?"

Mo Yan said: "I made a hexagram for Xiyan, your trip is very dangerous, remember to go east when the time comes, there will be a glimmer of life in the east." ”

The little half-immortal said: "Okay, I know, can you break the power that suppresses you?"

Mo Yan said: "No, it can only be broken very occasionally." ”

Jiang Xiyan couldn't help but scolded: "Those beasts are also vicious, do they want to exhaust us to death?" ”

Xiao Banxian said: "Hold on, and you will arrive in half an hour." ”

Jiang Xiyan walked panting with his waist crossed, at this time the cold wind in the mountains was more intense, the three of them didn't feel cold, they felt tired, the little half-immortal was better, Jiang Xiyan was so tired that he almost wanted to lie on the spot.

Finally, the little half-immortal said: "The bend in front is here." ”

He said to the innocent: " Innocent, you bypass from here, you remember to look at the foot, there is a place where there is a black stone can go, other places can not go a step, when you encounter a fork in the road, turn right, walk for about half an hour to walk can see a pine as high as three zhang, bypass the pine, there is a cave a hundred steps away, the cave is somewhat hidden, you look carefully, the cave door is closed, don't waste your strength, the cave door you can't open, there is a palm-sized Lu Wu ten steps to the left of the hole, you pull out the beads in Lu Wu's mouth, the door of the cave will open, if nothing else, Xiao Mo They should be there。 If you find Xiao Mo, go back along this road. ”

Although Wujian didn't know how the little half-immortal knew, he still answered and left.

Jiang Xiyan asked, "How do you know?"

Xiao Banxian said vaguely: "If there is any place here that can lock people up, it will be there." ”

Jiang Xiyan said lightly: "You have a lot of secrets. ”

The little half-immortal said: "Who doesn't have a secret." ”

Jiang Xiyan asked, "Then what do we do?"

The little half-immortal said: "Buy time for Wuji." ”

Jiang Xiyan rolled her eyes, "Yes, pull me to pad my back." ”

Xiao Banxian laughed, "Since you know, why do you still let the five dead soldiers protect Wuji?"

Jiang Xiyan said, "How do you know?"

Xiao Banxian pursed his lips and said, "I didn't know it, but now I know." ”

Jiang Xiyan sneered: "I haven't seen you for a few years, but you will cheat." ”

The little half-fairy said quietly: "You haven't changed much. ”

Jiang Xiyan turned his head and snorted coldly, and the little half-immortal said, "Okay, let's go too." ”

Although the big tree where she was located was dense and not directly drenched by the heavy rain, it was inevitable that her clothes would be wet by the rain that flowed down, her hair was scattered, and her hair was clinging to her snow-white face, but it was also embarrassed, and when the wind blew, it was even more cold and shivering.

He was drenched in the rain, as if he had just been splashed over his head by a large basin of water. His soaked pants clung to his body in a very uncomfortable posture, and he stepped on his soaked sponge-like shoes and dragged himself step by step towards the door.

She didn't run far before the rain drenched her into a soup chicken, and the cold invaded her body unscrupulously, and she couldn't help but shiver.

When I got to the street, I saw the pedestrians coming and going, and my heart fell down, and after two breaths, I calmed down, and walked to the door of the house. However, his face was red, his hair was messy, and his clothes were soaked in cold sweat.

On the eve of the typhoon, I saw a pigeon by the small gate, his whole body was soaked, his eyes were closed, his neck was shrunk, he was squatting there and shivering, and he couldn't support it anymore.

The rain was a little lighter, but it was like a bead that kept pulling. Despite the shoulders of someone, Wenwen's coat was still soaked, and her hair was dripping down. She simply lowered her head and closed her eyes, letting the rain creep in.

Jinglin stood behind, folded the note, and spread it out again. He was sweating from the scorching sun above his head, his loose robe was so loose that it was inconvenient to walk on his body, and his hands and feet seemed to be bound in a cage. Jinglin wiped his sweat, his eyelashes were also soaked with sweat, sour and astringent, he couldn't help but rub it with his hands, he was stuffy and his head was stuffy, and after a while, he rubbed it again.

The rain was pouring down, before we stepped onto the deck. The water of the canopy splashed down along the boat, and no umbrella could stop it. Dad's white summer cloth robe was soaking wet. From the hair to the shoes, it becomes a column of water. I don't know what I'm like, but I remember trying my best to hold back the weeping that shook my whole body, watching him thank my seniors, get off the springboard and go ashore, and quickly disappear in the rain.

At that moment, Xie Yun thought that he had heard it wrong, and looked up in amazement. Shan Chao's gaze suddenly fell on the soaked blood silk, and his face turned pale. Immediately after that, he didn't say a word, stepped forward and bent down, wrapped his robe soaked in ice water around Xie Yun's head, and then hugged him horizontally!

Some students watched, even though Song Yin's legs were weak, she still gritted her teeth and walked a few steps, trying to make herself look natural, and moved to the sink to rinse. The cold water from the faucet made her shiver again. Guan Shui looked up, a few strands of her broken hair in the mirror hung down to her ears, her face was frighteningly pale, and her lips were a little chapped.

Ticking, the rain fell on the dark robe that flew up to the corner of his body. Cheng Bei gasped, his face was red from excessive exercise, and sweat was dripping down his chin. It was dark in the four fields, and the rain began to fall.

Chu He immediately got out of the car, only to see that the director was also frightened, shaking in a ball on a hot day, and the sweat of the bean was dripping down his eyebrows, and he didn't have time to wipe it.

Gu Yanyan couldn't find a dry place all over her body, her embroidered shoes were wet and cold, the bangs that were clinging to her forehead were dripping uncontrollably, and most of the disfigurement on her face had been washed away, one white and one yellow was extremely embarrassed.

Fumiko turned to the side and tore her letter to shreds. Sweat soaked her neck and bare arms. Wenzi almost fell down just now but forced his body to dodge away, his face was white at that time, and after sitting upright, his face was crimson, and it seemed that he was sweating at this time.

Sure enough, in the fourth class, I heard the sound of a light rain dripping, and after a while, the heavy rain began to fall, and I went out without an umbrella, so I had to be drenched into a soup chicken.

Biluo breathed a sigh of relief, and when she hurriedly withdrew, she felt that the sweat on her back had soaked her clothes, and the cold wind blew, and she couldn't help but shiver. Biluo looked up, the sky was very clear, blue as the sea, and there was no cloud at all, it seemed that it was really a good weather.

There was a soft knock at the door, and Kaya stepped in, his clothes covered in mud, his shoes dirty, and he was carrying something in his hand, blood dripping from his wrists, leaving a line of wet and muddy footprints on the ground. There was no outer clothes, a middle coat was damp, clinging to the delicate body, the black hair was embarrassed on the cheeks, the water droplets rolled down from the small chin, and the slight cold trembled.

They love to stay on their balconies by the sea, drenched in the nitrate of seawater, and watch the dawn rise over the horizon and light up the world.

The dripping rain drenched her hair, and when the breeze blew, a few strands of wet hair twisted into knots brushed across her face, and the cool and greasy feeling stuck to half of her face. She used her hands to pull the hair from her face to the side of her head.

The wind and rain are fierce, and it is even more penetrating to the muscles and bones, and the breath is not turning, and he struggles to get up in a panic against the pouring rain, and rushes back to his original place, which is already drenched and embarrassed. The clothes that had been rolled into small bags were already soaked and stained with sludge on the outside of the clothes. There were also two cuts on his legs.

Zhan Xiang stared at Xiao Yu and wiped the sweat off his cheeks and neck with a towel little by little. The child was like a water duck fluttering with wet feathers, with drops of sweat hanging from the tips of his hair, and dense beads of sweat on the tip of his upturned nose. Sweat spilled into the pure white towel. The white and pink skin on Xiao Yu's face resurfaced from the mist, and the two thin and narrow eyes shone with unfathomable water, which made Zhanxiang stunned.

One night, the two of them were very safe, and there was no sense of blame for each other. Sometimes I slept until midnight when it rained. The rain poured in through the window and onto Ma Bole's feet, which he burrowed under the sheets.

Because the rain fell suddenly, I didn't bring rain gear, and when I went to the toilet, I ran slowly, and I was about to become a soup chicken, so cold that I shivered, and my hands were cold, but I still gritted my teeth.

The ends of my hair were still dripping and dripping, wetting half of my shoulders and arms. I don't know if it was because of the rain or cold, or something else, but there was not a trace of blood on her face and lips under the fluorescent lamp. She was originally a light appearance with thin eyebrows and fine eyes, and now she looks a little embarrassed, adding a little bit of weakness that was rare before, there seems to be a layer of mist between her eyebrows and eyes, the tip of her nose is slightly red, her lips are lightly pursed, and she doesn't know that she thought she had secretly cried.

The ends of my hair were still dripping and dripping, wetting half of my shoulders and arms. I don't know if it was because of the rain or cold, or something else, but there was not a trace of blood on her face and lips under the fluorescent lamp. She was originally a light appearance with thin eyebrows and fine eyes, and now she looks a little embarrassed, adding a little bit of weakness that was rare before, there seems to be a layer of mist between her eyebrows and eyes, the tip of her nose is slightly red, her lips are lightly pursed, and she doesn't know that she thought she had secretly cried.

Du Fu's heart was settled, and the rain suddenly became heavy again. After a while, the whole family was drenched like a chicken in soup. The mountain wind blew, and it was so cold that it shivered. In the end, they couldn't, so they had to sit on the cold rain stone with their backs on their backs, hoping for the dawn so that they could go on their way. It was a terrible dark day. I sat in the middle of the night, without the slightest meaning. Du Fu and Yang were also hungry.

The northwest rain poured down mercilessly, drenching the crowd standing around, and everyone let the heavy rain drench without moving, watching the bananas being piled up on the car, like a solemn farewell ceremony. I felt the heavy raindrops falling, until a slight coolness rose in my heart.

The rain fell on her, and she felt like she had nowhere to go. I was soaking wet, and all I had left was a cold feeling. What kind of her was that? It was like being fished out of a lake, soaking wet, and her wet face couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.

The waves enveloped him, his soaked white shirt fluttering gently under the water, his body wet and cold, and the warm water flowing from the faucet could not make him feel the slightest temperature.

Her sanity seemed clear, and she looked up to the sky. The sky was a miserable grayish-white, and there was not a single clear blue in sight. The autumn rain was like a pour, and when the cold chill hit the face, the skin ached, but it couldn't wet the burning heart. Her heart burned in the icy rainstorm.

Shan Chao took off his coat, stopped a guard running with a bucket, soaked his coat with water, covered his mouth and nose with wetness, and rushed into the fire without hesitation.

A joking male voice sounded at the door, and the master and servant turned around together, only to see Gu Tingye standing at the door soaking wet, wearing a vermilion silk silk silk gown and court robe still dripping with water, and the dripping ground was wet.

Sometimes they braved the sun, and sometimes they were drenched by the October rains. The water between the cliffs was so breathless that they couldn't breathe, and they couldn't get enough of their spirits.

Murong Chong was sitting on the Yin mat, his back stiffened, his satin moon-white clothes, and his soft long jet-black hair were all drenched, clinging to his body tightly, and he didn't know how long he had been sitting in the rain, how long he had been playing, and how long he had been alone in pain.

His clothes were clinging to his body, there was not a single gap between his wet clothes and his skin, his feet were in the stagnant water mixed with mud and sand, the wind was blowing on his body, the rain was pouring on his body, and he was as cold as a piece of ice from the inside out.

The heavy rain had already "roared" down, and the rain like thick white cow tendons was pumping on people, causing pain and pain. The rain soaked through my clothes and flowed down my forehead into my eyes, and I could barely open my eyes, so I wiped a handful of water from my face, and finally I saw a big rock, which hung out abruptly, and it was a good place to shelter from the rain.

In the bathroom opposite, Zhanxiang was putting his head into the pool and washing his face and neck, the water snaked down the slightly undulating veins around his neck, leaking a wet stain on his chest and placket, and his long trousers dragged to the floor, covering his smooth instep.

As soon as my mother finished speaking, the northwest rain arrived, like a machine gun skimming the air, and a loud bang swept over our heads, and at the moment of sweeping, my whole body was already soaked, and the raindrops were as huge as my elephant, and they exploded almost with a palm, hitting my body, and it hurt slightly.

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