When the night had passed, it was even more dispersed.

Wulu Hun was lying on the couch on his side, thinking about it, when he returned to the room, he met the chef who sent Qin Ying a pot of pork liver with He Shou Wu eggs, a pair of black poria tulip cakes, and a dish of locust beans that smelled a little weird.

"This bean," Wulu lowered his neck and shook it with one palm, slowly sweeping the smell into his nose, "The taste is unique." ”

Seeing this, the two maids smiled skillfully, and each of them stabilized the food plate in their palms, and couldn't help but look at the appearance of Wulu Hun on the one hand, and responded on the other hand: "These three snacks are used by the old lady every day." He Shou Wu into the dish, this is not a novelty, in this pot, the stove room also added some antler gum into it; as for this sweet cake, it is with black beans, black sesame, poria cocos, tulip included, these four types of ingredients, can be used in medicine; and this locust bean, although it smells strange, but it is the true meaning of the homology of medicine and food. ”

The other maid covered her mouth slightly, her cheeks were slightly red, and she replied in a low voice: "This locust bean is placed in the bile of the black ox together with the herb vein tower leaves, and it is steamed for twelve hours on low heat." Its efficacy is similar to that of Huai Chole. ”

Wulu frowned his nose, as if he remembered the strange smell of the dish of locust beans, shook his brows, returned his thoughts, and secretly reviewed what he had seen and heard in this Song Lou bit by bit, the more he thought about it, the more suspicious he was in his heart, and he felt uneasy, and felt that some microscopic insect traces in his brain were fleeting, and he really couldn't grasp it, couldn't fight, and couldn't make a causal connection.

Pondering the half-pillar incense kung fu, Wulu Hun was slightly depressed, his eyes were closed, and then he put his skull on his arm on a pillow, through the curtain, he especially felt the candle flame jumping in the room;

In a daze, half-asleep and half-awake, Wulu was unable to help himself, stood up to support his forehead, stumbled and groped for a while, and finally arrived at the temple of the lost soul that had been gone many times before. At this time, Wuluhun raised his eyebrows and looked around, and saw that there was no fire and no candle in the room, only a fluorescent lamp the size of a water basin in each of the four corners, which was clearly extinguished, bulging, revealing some half-yellow and half-green weirdness. Further inside, I saw a woman, lying on the couch on her back, her posture was vague, but there was a force that overwhelmed the group. The woman's eyes were slightly closed, her lips were half-opened, and while whimpering and moaning, her arms unconsciously circled the head of a man with a tiger's back, and then her neck fell straight back, and her flattering words fluttered and flickered, mixed with some light cries and rubbed into Wulu's ears.

"Closer, closer. Close enough that you can take a closer look, look at every inch of my skin, every pore, but there is a star that is not satisfactory?"

"I didn't ...... There's nothing wrong with it!"

Wulu Hun endured the throbbing, swallowed his mouth and saliva, knowing that the pair of men and women inside were doing the pillow, and they were trying their best to make preparations. Wulu's cheeks were red, and he thought about getting out of the door as quickly as possible, but although he had made up his mind, his feet seemed to take root on the spot, and he was firmly in place, and his body remained motionless, and his eyes did not blink, and he looked at the woman's face carefully. The moment he frowned, he still couldn't see the woman's face. Wulu was depressed and very angry.

Seeing this, the woman waved her lotus arm, and between her fingers, the sturdy man in front of her dispersed like a pillar of green smoke.

"Whether you are an emperor who covers the sky with one hand, or a warrior who entangles Huanhuan, whether you are a rotten Confucian who reads hard in the cold window, or a prodigal son who sells oil flowers, as long as you are a man, you can't help but love me and lose me. ”

After the woman finished speaking, the jade fingers slowed down, covered her mouth and smiled twice, and then raised her cheeks, fixed her eyes on the wind of Wulu's eyes, while her eyebrows flirted, she caressed her green temples with one hand, lightly wrapped the tips of her hair around her fingers a few times, and then handed a tuft of hair ends into her mouth, licking them endlessly.

"As for you...... In the blink of an eye, he will eventually become a man who stands up to the sky. If you are also a man, how can you escape from my Five Finger Mountain?"

The corners of Wulu's lips trembled slightly, as if she had taken the soul of this woman, her upper and lower lips opened and closed, the tip of her tongue swelled, and she answered vaguely.

"Yes...... Exactly ......"

As soon as the words fell, Wulu Hun was blurred at present, shook his eyebrows for half a moment, and when he opened his eyelids again, he finally found that the face of the woman on the couch became clearer and clearer.

The affectionate eyes, romantic lips and teeth, are all so familiar that Wulu Hun can't be more familiar, and he can't be closer.

"Luan... Luan Luan!"

Wulu was stunned, his heart was inexplicably worried, he raised his palm to exert force, rubbed his eyes well, and carefully distinguished, but saw that the woman instantly turned into shape, blinking her eyebrows from the little prince of Wulu who was sleeping in the willows to the monk Fang Waijun who was obscene and selfish.

"With... Same as brackets?"

And at this time, Wulu is in full swing, where is there still the bronze bird platform of the Wagong Palace and the beauty of the glazed couch, all of which are just the ruins and ruins of the wall after the fire.

Wulu lowered his eyebrows, but saw that he was wearing a white fox collar cloak, holding a whole tiger skin in front of his hands, his smile slowly retreated, and he whispered to himself, "This time for winter hunting, I hunt the tiger king alone." This whole leather ...... I wanted to give it to you......"

After the words were finished, the ruins were steepened and newly established. There was a person in the house, dressed in a dim yellow robe, raised his hands in front of him, and shouted coldly: "May I not hear evil voices and see wicked people in the future!"

There are poplar flowers and goose feathers on the top of the head, and there are fire snakes and red lights in front of the body.

Wulu's nose is slightly sour, and his mouth is depressed, as if he has stuffed a mouthful of beans and pears, he can't spit it out, he can't swallow it, his hands are shaking lightly, and he wants to cross the current human wall and throw himself into the prison of fire.

"Let me in! I need to save him! Let me in!"

At this time, in the ancestral hall of Song Lou.

Rong Huan held the golden bottle in his hand, his heart was a little broken, and he was busy changing his eyes with Wen Renzhan who was dressed as Qin Ying on the other side.

"I said loaches, and the voice outside the door... It seems to be Brother Deer. Hearing this, his eyes turned shallowly, and he had already covered the wren with a black cloth, holding the black cloth with one hand and pinching the wren's beak with the other.

Rong Huan's ears trembled, swallowing his saliva, before he could carefully discern the situation of the golden bottle in his palm, he had already raised his eyebrows and whispered, and Bo angrily reprimanded: "That five deer mud, what kind of moth do you want to fix?"

The voice fell, the two of them held their breath together, looked out from the door, and through the sound of the clanging weapons colliding outside the door, they seemed to have clearly seen the vicious fight being staged in the courtyard.

At this moment, the two warriors outside the ancestral hall were waiting for each other and did not relax. One holds the iron Ruyi, the other holds the copper meteor, the dust is flying, the wind is whirring, and the five deer in the dream are facing each other.

Take a closer look, only to see the two weapons, one copper and one iron, like a big python churning waves, and like snowflakes falling to the ground; on the left is the mountain ape offering fruit, and on the right is the wild deer holding flowers, pressing step by step, and there is no room for hair. With such wind and falling leaves, the sun disappearing and the ice formation, at a glance, it is not the five deer in their sleep that can be parried.

On the first day of junior high school, I saw Wulu Hun with a silver needle on the left, a soft sword on the right, and a bow on the left and right, which was quite urgent. All he wanted was to get rid of the two people in front of him and quickly go to the fire to save Qi Ye.

Fighting tea kung fu, Wulu Hun is already burning his heart like fire. When he saw that it was impossible to win for a while, his anger poured up in his head as if he were uncontrollably angry. His eyes were red, almost dripping blood, his mouth was grinding, and he muttered in a low voice, "Death to those who stand in my way" and "Copying melons and vines". After staying for a while, seeing that the person who blocked him still had no intentions, he sneered lightly, and then gave up the soft sword with a childish nature, rubbed his palms together a few times, spat forward, and scolded him sullenly, "You dare to stop me", and then hit the gatekeeper with his bare hands.

Seeing this, the two warriors didn't dare to injure him by mistake with the hard soldiers in their hands. With a long breath and a look at each other, the two of them couldn't help but put their hands together, and instantly separated their left and right fingers, and went straight to Wulu's eyes.

Although Wulu Hun is in a dream, he is not panicking, his long arms are retorted and probed, and his eyebrows are a poisonous snake out of the hole.

Seeing this situation, the gatekeeper immediately changed his moves, and took three steps back, put his hands in front of him, and became a boy holding a bottle;

After a moment of silence, the two sides moved together: you come to a queen mother banquet, and I will toast with the overlord......;

In this way, two sober people faced a dreamwalker, and after a hundred and eighty moves, they were tightly matched, indistinguishable, strange and strange, and really incredible.

After about half a pillar of incense in close quarters, the two janitors finally saw a flaw in Wuluhun. One of them moved and dodged, attracting the attention of Wulu Hun, and the other pulled out and went around the back, taking a leap on the ground, grabbing three fingers, and holding it on Wulu Hun Tian's neck bone impartially.

Wulu Hun suffered from this move, a little pain, one-legged forward kick, so that a type of crotch legs, the first landing, and then turn the neck, with the help of the bounce, straight to the back of the janitor one after another to use the kick hanging kick, change the move coherently, so not fierce. However, he was about to land, but his feet were unstable, his body was weak and deflected, and he fell to the ground in a moment, blinking his eyebrows and falling on his back.

Seeing this, how could the gatekeeper indulge in this opportunity to control the enemy, and between the lightning and flint, the two immediately faced each other; one hooked Wuluhun's arms, and the other pressed Wuluhun herringbone bones. In this way, with a slight afterburner, he taught Wulu Hun to be honestly nailed on the spot, unable to move.

"You ...... Don't give me a quick stop!"

When the two gatekeepers heard the sound, they unloaded their efforts and looked at each other, but they shrank back. The two pairs of leopard eyes first looked at Qin Ying, who arrived in a hurry, and then looked at the ancestral hall with the main entrance closed, the two couldn't help but be suspicious, and raised their voices in unison and said in surprise: "Old lady, aren't you in the ancestral hall?"

The voice fell, but he saw Wulu's eyes dark, slowly stood upright, glanced sideways in the direction of the ancestral hall, and then couldn't hold back the grief and indignation. With a pounce, the main gate of the ancestral hall fell in response, and the name was dead;

So, across a threshold, Rong Huan, who was holding a golden bottle in the hall, and Wen Ren, who looked like Qin Ying, and Qin Ying, who was supported by the people outside the hall, looked at each other on three sides, and they were speechless.

Hearing the battle, he tiptoed and opened his eyes, at the beginning, he unconsciously raised his palm and waved his hand at Qin Ying to say hello, and the hippie smile responded for a moment, and then he was not embarrassed or embarrassed to laugh twice, and looked sideways at Rong Huan's face, his lips were half open, and he spit out a sentence ambiguously, "This time, even if the donkey gives birth to the horn urn and takes root, I'm afraid you will not be able to escape this family law!"

At the same time, his other hand shrank sharply, and the wren in his palm suddenly lost his restraints, and escaped from death, and his head came out of the black cloth, and his eyes were dripping and spinning, and then he rattled and flapped his wings and flew quickly, shouting while fleeing: "Fake, fake! Dead, dead!"

The wren brother flew out of the ancestral hall just now, and Xu Liuliu, who was coming with the voice, took a look at Wulu Lao.

The strange bird must have black wings, pecking under its beak, waiting to see the old Wulu with both hands to cover his head, this Hulala wiped the back of the old Wulu hand, flew farther and farther, and kept muttering in his mouth: "No, no!

Wulu was taken aback coldly, and there was still some blood on his face? He gasped three or five times, and then reached out and stroked his palm more than ten times, swallowing cold saliva, and it was difficult to settle down.

"Brother... Brother he ...... "Wulu Lao raised his voice, not a word, he was already looking at each other with Xu Liuliu, and he brushed his eyes together to Wulu Hun and couldn't help but look at it, and saw him sitting on the ground softly, reaching into his arms, slowly taking the miniature carved tiger teeth tied to the red bracelet, rubbing for a moment, and muttering stupidly: "It's late, it's still late......"

As soon as the words fell, Wuluhun raised his eyebrows and looked sideways, and what he saw in front of him was still ten years ago, in the royal annex in the suburbs of Linglong Beijing, after the fire disaster.

The corners of Wulu's lips were raised, and he wanted to cry and laugh first, and the four spirits appeared together, his eyes were slightly closed, and when he buried his head slightly, the teardrops were already straight down, smashing the desolate snow out of a few nests.

Seeing this, Wulu Lao not far away, his body inadvertently took two steps back, and when his face was hidden in the night, this party snorted coldly, his eyelashes trembled, and he slowly hugged his arms and stroked it twice, only to feel that his hands and feet were cold, and his bones were injured.