The next day, the little half-fairy said the decision to everyone, and everyone saw that the little half-fairy's clothes were blown by the wind, and he was fluttering, so he stood quietly, and his posture did not change.

No one knows what the little half-immortal is thinking, his face is clearly not old, but it looks like he always feels a bit of a mature temperament that is not commensurate with his age, and in his dark eyes, he is indifferent to the state of the world.

At this time, the little half-immortal often gives people a different feeling, his eyebrows and eyes are cold, and he naturally exudes an arrogant and intimidating aura.

Mo Liunian blinked, a little confused by the beautiful scenery in front of him, Xiao Banxian is really a peculiar person, his body exudes a temperament that is rare for ordinary people, that temperament has nothing to do with appearance, just looking at it from a distance, it gives people a leisurely and elegant, elegant and peaceful feeling.

The half-immortal asked puzzledly, "Why don't you go?"

The little half-fairy turned around, only to see the half-fairy Yi standing behind him, his sideburns were like a knife, his eyebrows were like ink paintings, the corners of his mouth were still a slightly cold and arrogant smile, but his eyes were full of doubts, as if he had something to say, but he seemed to be a little hesitant and hesitant.

Mo Yan sat at the table, his eyebrows lowered, not knowing what he was thinking.

The sun hit him, his complexion was cold and white, and the contours of his face were soft, and he was the most beautiful young man.

However, when he doesn't smile, speak, or make expressions, his temperament is a sense of cooling and alienation.

If the Bodhisattva comes to the world, the red dust descends on the body, and I am ruthless.

Xiao Banxian looked outside, and the light snow last night had turned into goose feather snow: "The heavy snow is closing the road, let's wait a few days." ”

When Wujian sighed, he looked around, and as soon as the words fell, his eyes fell on Xu Banxian Yao.

Her eyebrows are like mountains and daisies, elegant and vulgar, her eyes are like clouds and mist, deep and distant.

Yuzi Ling Ran is peerless, quite immortal, and the shadow is like a shock, as if it is out of reach.

The thick ink hair was slightly damp due to the mist, and the breeze blew gently, and the plain white clothes like snow slowly rippled away with the ink hair like ripples, opening up a pool of light waves of Qinghua.

Sometimes Wujian will secretly look at the half-immortal Yao, the bright teeth and red lips, the natural nature, Xiao Shuxuanju, the deep eyes are melancholy and faint.

Banxian Yao is not informal, her hair is not as good as that of ordinary female cultivators, but completely draped down, without the slightest pearl and green, the green silk is full of sunlight, soft and smooth, and it is rare to be beautiful.

If you only talk about her appearance, Banxian Yao must still be under Mo Liunian, but the light green light veil on her body is fluttering, her skin is as white as translucent, and her temperament is definitely comparable to Kong Lingxin, and everyone who comes and goes will look back at her a few times, which is rare and amazing.

Dressed in plain green clothes with dense forests, mountains and green leaves, she is even more dusty and vulgar.

The plain white skin, the plain white robe, the black hair that can reach the ground, and the very quiet posture and expression, but it makes Wujian feel that every part of her body is moving, talking, and expressing, this combination of stillness and movement is so wonderful that it is almost dizzying.

Unsullied could finally see his face clearly, and could even smell her breathing, with the smell of alcohol, intoxicating.

Those narrow eyes, the tails of the eyes are slightly bent upward, and a shallow blush floats around the eyes.

Wujian wanted to find a more dignified word to describe him than "beauty".

can't be found, the temperament of Banxian Yao's whole body has overwhelmed the external appearance.

In an instant, Wuji couldn't tell whether she was in the sky or underground, and she felt that she was like a fairy, coming and hurrying away, if she said that the posture of the heavenly demon was nothing more than that.

The breeze was slow, and I saw the beauty standing still, with white clothes fluttering and her hair slightly raised, so that Wuzhi was fascinated and stood motionless.

Banxian Yao saw that Wujian was looking at herself like this again, her heart was slightly angry, and she was about to say something, but when she saw Wuji's eyes shining brightly, she didn't know why she smiled slightly.

The smile on Wuji's face was bright and flawless, as if he was smiling at the beginning of the opening of the world, laughing all the way to see the wind and clouds, and laughing all the way to the vicissitudes of life.

Standing there casually, like a clear lotus in the wind, Lingxiu floated.

Treading the clouds and chasing the wind, so chic and unrestrained, rich and awe-inspiring, stunning all things, white clothes and black hair, clothes and hair are fluttering and elegant, not tied or tied, slightly fluttering, lined with the figure hanging in mid-air, like a god descending into the world.

His skin was faintly shiny and flowing, and his eyes flashed with a thousand kinds of glazed light.

This kind of demeanor has surpassed all human beauty at all.

This kind of transcendent men and women, transcending the beauty of the world, can no longer be described in words, and Banxian Yao actually looked a little distracted.

This village is very small, no more than 30 households, scattered at the foot of the mountain, fortunately, Banxian Yao paid a month's deposit, but he did not worry about having no place to live.

Xiao Banxian just lay down on the couch and wanted to rest for a while, when he suddenly heard someone whispering in his ear, "Please wake up quickly, and go to sleep after dinner." “

When I opened my eyes, Mo Liunian was standing in front of the couch, shaking his shoulders, the lamp on the table had been lit, and the newly stewed chicken and steamed buns and pickles were also arranged.

Mo Liunian was busy bringing the wheat rice he had prepared in advance, and said, "That plate of pickled celery was just picked." "Eat more, and I'll talk about it when I'm done.

The little half-fairy Wujian hurriedly stepped forward to eat the pancakes for the little half-fairy, and the dish was fried leeks and mung bean sprouts.

Both of these things are to be eaten hot, Wujian looked at the shadow of the sun in the yard, and knew that it was almost noon, so he immediately shrugged the tip of his nose twice, and said with a smile: "It's so fragrant, what do you eat?"

I saw Wujian holding chopsticks left and right, eating with a mouth full of oil, and Mo Liunian's family was amused by Wuji's greedy appearance.

After eating, Wujian and Xiao Banxian lay on the soft cushion on the kang and spread their limbs, standing up and falling asleep with their little belly.

It's just that the farm is so dilapidated that the snow didn't stop, and in the afternoon, there was a boom, and the roof collapsed.

The place where the roof collapsed happened to be the half-immortal and innocent room, the half-immortal Yi was taking a nap on the lying couch on all fours, and when he slept soundly, he suddenly felt that Mount Tai pressed the top, and he was so frightened that he screamed and pushed away the snow on the roof that pressed him, and everyone rushed to help, and only after a rush did he pull out the half-immortal.

Seeing Ban Xianyi's embarrassed appearance, even Ban Xian Yao didn't hold back, and he couldn't help but laugh when he turned his head.

Ban Xianyi cried with a sad face: "Why am I unlucky, it's too unfair." He grabbed a handful of snow and threw it at everyone, who hurriedly dodged it, but they all had smiles on their faces.

The next thing we faced was the repair work, but none of the few people had done the work, and everyone could only stare at it.

In desperation, Mo Liunian and Banxian Yao had no choice but to go to the landlord, who was an old woman, and after renting her house to them, she moved to live with her daughter and son-in-law, and as soon as she heard that the roof had collapsed, she immediately asked her daughter and son-in-law to take other villagers to help repair the house.

There was a lot of strength in numbers, but in an hour, the roof was repaired, and the roofs of several other rooms were all reinforced.

Minglan opened her eyes very calmly, seeing that the sun was already slanting outside the window, the man's heavy body was half lying beside him, his thighs resting on Minglan stomach, his arms were across his chest, and his neck was next to a head, spraying wet heat at himself. Minglan exhaled with difficulty, twisted her waist first, and then tried to stretch out two arms from under the thin blanket, lifting the man's arms by two or three inches like lifting a barbell, and then rolled down from the soft couch with a twist.

The next morning, Erhe got up earlier than the bride, but he didn't open the door and went out, but sat on a chair far away from the bed, took a cigarette in his mouth, tilted his body, and looked at the bed. I saw that the second girl had scattered her black hair all over the pillow, and half of her blushing face was lying on her side. The new red silk quilt covered half of the body, revealing a snow-white round arm outside the quilt.

As soon as I lay on the couch and wanted to rest for a while, I suddenly saw a large group of old and weak women and children running and shouting, and then a large group of people and horses chased and killed. Those who fled a little later were cut down to the ground, bleeding from the wilderness, and it was unbearable to see. As soon as he was angry, he couldn't stand up and stepped forward, wanting to reason with the leader, but his arm was suddenly grabbed by a group of fierce military schools, and the others were hit by the shoulder with a long whip. Under the anger and anger, he struggled violently, and suddenly heard someone whispering in his ear, "Please wake up quickly, and go to sleep after dinner." When he opened his eyes, Yang was standing in front of the couch, shaking his shoulders, the lamp on the table had been lit, and the newly stewed chicken and steamed buns and pickles were also arranged.

I jumped up and ran out the door. I can't remember whether I was wearing shoes or not, when I ran to the main hall, I only saw Zhuo Yu leaning on the wide and luxurious couch, a black dress loosely wrapped around his body, his face was pale, he was raising his hand to cover his lips, spitting out black blood one by one.

The wooden frame shaking beside him pressed towards Cheng Bei, and the young man fell to the ground in a mess, he resisted with both hands, but his head and face were smashed into ashes by a cloud of debris. He finally got up, and the curtain wrapped around his hand tripped again, and he fell down again and fell badly. The shattered pieces of porcelain beneath him were sharp, piercing the flesh and bones. The young man has a handsome and beautiful face, but his face is black and his body is full of dirt.

"Go home!" Manager Wang was obviously a little drunk, drunken and hazy boarded the carriage, when he got into the carriage, he gave a vague order, and leaned into the carriage with his head covered, but before he could lean on the mattress, his eyes were sharp, and he suddenly found that there was a person sitting in the wide carriage, and just wanted to shout, a snow-bright steel knife had been placed on his neck.

The entire city of Chang'an trembled. The people of Chang'an woke up from their morning sleep, or rolled under the table under the bed to hide, or ran out of the door without even wrapping their winter robes, and shivered in the dim long song as they watched the shaking houses hugging the grass and trees; the judge Si Tian, who was still on duty at night in the government office, fell down from the Hu bed, got up and rushed out of the door, the lights on the huge Chengtianmen Street were all extinguished, the sky was dim, the horses were neighing and the donkeys were howling, and the officials on duty at night all left the case and rushed out of the door, gathering together to pant and not knowing what to do.

He tried to tie the cloth belt to the door frame, but the door frame was too high, and he shrugged it up, so weak that it was not presentable. From the well-developed back of his head, I recognized him ^_^

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