Fog, the most mysterious thing. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It is said that fog is confused, not because it can cover its eyes, but because it cannot distinguish between good and evil.

Fairy fog, demon fog, ghost fog, it seems that fairies, demons and ghosts all like fog.

Morning fog, mountain fog, water fog, and the world is also full of fog.

It is said that the fog is like rain, and it is not pleasant enough.

Saying that fog is like frost does not understand the coolness of early winter.

Fog has become the most boring thing.

The most boring things are often followed by fun.

The snow and mist of the Northern Stygian Snow Mountain was dispelled by Yan Xiaomei's red sleeves.

When he looked down from the sky, his eyes were startled, and his face was pale.

She saw that it was not interesting, it was full of camellias.

Colorful snow, flowers compete with each other.

Camellia made of snow.

Hei Wuchang gently opened his palm, and the last camellia flower fell.

Tens of thousands of camellias, layered on top of each other.

Each one is exactly the same as the one embroidered by Yan Xiaomei.

The camellia, she not only embroidered it on the money bag, but also embroidered it on the heart of the black impermanence.

There are no ghosts, soldiers, souls and beasts, only the young man is covered with snow with his fists.

Six illusions, not a single move, deep in the mist, has been swept by his fists, piece by piece.

This fog covers the little sister's eyes, and she can't see the hero's tricks.

The wind is fierce, the red sleeves are dancing, and the little sister is frowning.

"You!"

He doesn't recognize you, he's not afraid of death, and the little sister is speechless and angry.

"You pour a cup of tea, and I will accompany a flower. ”

Heroes are gentle, arrogant in the world.

Yan Xiaomei's tea.

He's talking about smiling tea!

I am the Shuangjun of the Underworld, and he actually despises me as if I am a cup of tea!

"Black impermanence!" The little sister imagined the ice sword out of thin air, and pointed at the center of Heijun's eyebrows: "You dare to say that, aren't you afraid that I will kill her?"

The ice sword trembled, and it was the little sister's angry heart.

"You won't. Inhaling gently, he still said coldly: "The more the soul comes back, the less you will be." ”

It is not difficult to kill Yan Xiaomei's body, just a light touch on his neck.

But I have to find the whereabouts of my soul.

A flawless fit like a smile and eyebrows may be rare in 10,000 years.

When there is a soul and a soul, the little sister may be willing to endure the pain.

When there are two souls and two souls, it is difficult for the little sister to give up.

Xiaomei is smart, Heijun is not stupid, they all understand this truth.

"Do you think that if I don't kill her, there will be no other way to control you?" Throwing away the ice sword, the starry eyes turned upside down, and the little sister gritted her teeth: "Black impermanence, from now on, this body will only be used by me, and she will never wake up again!"

Recall the little sister's ice sword, turn ice into snow in the palm of your hand, turn the phantom snow into flowers, and sprinkle a few teas.

"You won't. Floating away the flowers at his fingertips, the black monarch was arrogant: "If you want to fight with me, you must have a recuperation, and in order to protect your body and spirit, you must let her wake up." ”

said that the flaws of the little sister were broken, and then sneered: "Otherwise, your skills will be damaged, and you will definitely not be my opponent." ”

Speaking of which, he protected his smiling eyebrows.

The little sister squinted at Heijun and asked gently, "Do you like to smile?"

Today's battle has come to an end.

Unwilling to compete with the little sister again, Heijun stepped on the snow to chase the stars and fell into the snow peak.

Leave 10,000 camellia flowers to accompany the smiling eyebrows.

The most beautiful flowers in the Three Realms are all in the courtyard of the Meng Nu.

Because beautiful flowers are often the most poisonous.

This time, Bai Wuchang returned to Meng Nu's courtyard, not only was he not in a hurry, but he also held his head high.

Raise your hand to push open the door and sit down.

Just about to serve the pot and pour tea, he was slapped on the back of the head by his slender hand.

"If you don't knock on your mother's door, you will be beaten too?" raised his hand and rubbed the back of his head, Bai Wuchang smiled bitterly.

With a slight smile, Meng Nu sat down, and her voice fluttered: "So, there is no need to knock on the door of the mother's entry?"

"Don't, mother, let's knock each other on it. Immediately softened, with a smile on his face: "I live a miserable life, don't let my mother see the dirty mess, like a judge is ridiculous." ”

Filthy and ridiculous?

Raising her Lan finger, the red mist swaggered between her fingers, and the corners of Meng Nu's mouth smiled: "Are you pointing at Sang and scolding Huai?"

Hurriedly made a fan with his hand, shook away the red mist from Meng Nu's fingertips, untied a cowhide bag from his waist, and pushed it to Meng Nu's eyes flatteringly: "I mean, my son doesn't talk nonsense, and brought back the mare's milk wine from the grassland to my mother." ”

Slanted his glance, opened the wine bag, and immediately wafted in the milky aroma of wine.

Leaning to the tip of her nose and sniffing it gently, Meng Nu frowned slightly: "You will be so well-behaved, right?"

"This is really a thousand-year-old wrong!"

grabbed the wine in Meng Nu's hand and poured three strong sips of wine.

wiped his neck dry, and his face was full of innocence: "This time my mother should believe it, right?"

Seeing his sincerity, Meng Nu nodded lightly, and asked softly at the corner of her mouth: "You dare to drink the wine I smelled?"

Meng Nu was poisoned, invisible everywhere, causing Bai Wuchang to cry without tears, and sighed bitterly: "It's really a good heart to be struck by lightning, and filial piety has retribution." ”

"Don't be kind, you won't make a loss-making deal. Seeing his weak appearance, Meng Nu raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Come to me, have nothing to do." Explain it, and I'll give you an antidote. ”

A mother, called sweet.

Bai Wuchang no longer concealed it, his face was full of grievances, he approached Meng Nu, and lowered his voice: "I contribute to my sister, and I have no credit and hard work, but my sister always says that I am a straw bag." ”

said that he was wronged, and then said from the bottom of his heart: "I know that my mother and my sister have a good relationship, and I want to ask my mother for a token." When I go back to the North Hell, I will show my sister, so that I can touch my mother's light, so that my sister will take care of me differently. ”

Asking for tokens?

Is he afraid of being called a straw bale?

Could it be that he is talking in a cliché, and what news does he want to get from me?

Seeing his eyebrows and smiles, Meng Nu thought about it a few times, and said softly: "She is a king, and I am a minister." How can I have such a big face?"

After hearing Meng Nu's faint voice, Bai Wuchang lowered her eyebrows and chuckled, slightly meaningful: "The words of Youniang are enough." ”

What does he mean?

Meng Nu really couldn't guess, took the mare's milk wine, shook it in her hand, and then handed it back to Bai Wuchang, raising her eyebrows and smiling lightly: "Take another sip, it will be more flavorful." ”

Knowing that this was the antidote given by Meng Nu, Bai Wuchang refused to delay, grabbed the wine bag and poured it back, but he was afraid that the amount would be insufficient, so he simply drank not a drop left.

After drinking it all, he breathed a long sigh of relief and asked Meng Nu with a smile: "What kind of poison did my mother give me just now?"

"The first bite, in fact, is not poisonous. ”

The first bite is not poisonous? So, what about the one just now?

Her face suddenly stiffened, and she looked at her godmother with a wry smile.

"Where did you give me mare's milk?"

She asked knowingly.

"I drank it all. ”

He replied helplessly.

"How can you enjoy the things you give away?" Meng Nu smiled brightly: "You go out in seven steps, how much you drink, how much you vomit, and the small poison will be self-reliant." ”

got up silently, but was stunned again, turned his head and smiled: "Godmother, are you fooling me?"

"Oh, don't you believe me?"

Meng Nu smiled prettyly, looked at her tender hands, was completely satisfied, and no longer paid attention to the impermanence.

Still standing there, after a few blinks of an eye, I suddenly felt a tightness in my throat and a burning stomach.

Everyone understands the taste of drunkenness, and the disgusting will come.

I couldn't go out anymore, and a mouthful of mare's milk squirted out, bringing out a few taels of bitter gall by the way.

The momentum of Changhong, the majesty of the turbulent waves, all fell on Meng Nu's perfect face.

The beauty is milky, soaked with wine, and her curves are enchanting.

The white dress is loaded with a red belly pocket, whether it should be seen or not, is all seen by Bai Wuchang.

"Godmother, rest early, I'll hide first. ”

As he spoke, he retreated, and fled with his legs.

"White impermanence!"

A scream, shaking off the dust from the eaves.

Like a thin thunder, it spread from the courtyard of the Mengnu throughout the underworld.