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Yan Xiaomei held the black impermanence arm, refusing to let go.

Bai Wuchang is sour, she is not ashamed, she laughs at Bai Wuchang is a pig's head who can't be said to be a matchmaker.

A mouth that can never be finished, a joke that can never be told.

The Heavenly Soul was in his hand, but he didn't see Yan Xiaomei asking for it, Bai Wuchang was a little surprised.

Taking advantage of the amusement of his smile and eyebrows, Bai Wuchang suddenly said with a deep meaning: "To be someone else's little daughter-in-law, in addition to being able to cook, make tea, wash clothes and embroider, there is one more thing you have to learn." ”

He said so seriously that he listened with a smile and eyebrows.

"While the man was talking, the woman was hiding to the side. ”

I was waiting for this sentence.

stuck out his tongue at him, and Yan Xiaomei replied to him: "Without the humility of a gentleman, you deserve to be beaten as a bachelor!"

Although he scolded him in his mouth, he still reluctantly let go of the black impermanence in his hands.

Maybe he really believed Bai Wuchang's words, afraid that the little brother would think she was not a good daughter-in-law, or maybe he heard Bai Wuchang want to take away her voice.

raised his face and smiled sweetly at the little brother: "The reunion of the two monarchs of the underworld, there must be many important things to discuss, the little woman doesn't ask about political affairs, I will go hide for a while, and then pick some fruits and come back for you to eat." ”

After speaking, the obedient black impermanence gave a blessing gift.

Low eyebrows, gentle and delicate, like a respectful couple.

Squirming and pinching here, he turned his head and glared at Bai Jun: "If you have anything to say, you hurry up and finish your ramblings, and I'll be back soon." ”

The willows in the wind at the waist, the swallows in the rain in the small steps, she happily drilled into the snow forest and left happily.

Seeing the girl go away, Bai Wuchang deliberately looked innocent: "I casually taught her a woman's etiquette, how did she chew out the smell of driving people?"

He didn't know what he was going to talk about, since he was the only one left to face each other, Hei Wuchang said bluntly: "After she gathers ten souls and ten spirits, I will have a life-and-death battle with her." ”

The decisive battle between impermanence and sister Enma is not trivial!

In this battle, if the Three Realms are passed on, the underworld will become a laughing stock for 10,000 years.

He could only gasp, and Bai Wuchang tightened his eyebrows: "In this battle, does the master plan to lose or win?"

The cold wind is blowing, and the determination has been decided: "She knocked over the tea with a smile on her face, and I will take revenge!"

How much hatred can you have when you knock over a cup of tea?

Bai Wuchang couldn't understand the reason, and he didn't have time to ask clearly.

Hearing that the master was going to kill the Enma, his face was suddenly full of sadness: "Master, please, you lose." ”

What the?

To lose is to die.

He actually begged me to lose!

patting his head, Bai Wuchang sighed bitterly: "I was poisoned by my godmother, only Yan Xiaomei, who has ten souls and ten souls, can unravel it, if the master kills her, he will also get into me, and he will kill one and give one free." ”

said that it was miserable, and begged softly again: "For the sake of me accompanying the master through the East China Sea, you can lose." ”

Yan Xiaomei turned into a ghost, Hei Wuchang was trapped in the North Underworld, and Bai Wuchang was highly poisonous.

As long as they have been to the North Stygian Snow Mountain, none of them have been spared, all of them are like being on the edge of the cliff, crumbling, only Yan Xiaomei gently pushed.

Looking at Bai Wuchang's eyes full of begging, his heart was filled with endless depression, and Hei Wuchang was silent.

"Master, beg for mercy, and pay tribute to Yan Xiaomei. In order to survive, Bai Wuchang tried his best to persuade: "She was originally one of the two monarchs, kneel down, and don't suffer losses." ”

He is also talking about greed for life and fear of death, and there is no trace of the heroes who once made trouble in the world by the East China Sea.

Turning sideways, not wanting to look at his weakness anymore, Hei Wuchang said softly: "You go." ”

"Master, you gave a happy word, do you agree?"

He chased after him relentlessly, and the black impermanence had no intention of entanglement, and the shadow was far away.

Looking at the surrounding peaks, there was no shadow of the black monarch, and Bai Wuchang shouted: "Black impermanence, people are not for themselves, the heavens and the earth will be destroyed, this time I live and die, fall into the hands of people, I can't help you, you ask for more blessings!"

What do you say chivalrous and courageous?

What kind of brotherhood to boast about?

It's all fake.

The shouts echoed, but no one answered.

With a bitter sigh of helplessness, Bai Wuchang went into the forest and looked around for Yan Xiaomei who could detoxify him.

Colorful snow, in the eyes of black impermanence, there is no color.

The heart is vast, and it is better than the endless snow.

If you do justice in your life, you will be rewarded in the end.

This is the impermanence of heaven, this is fate.

The moonlight was cold, and it was bleak like never before.

Reflected on the black and impermanent face, it outlines the endless gloom.

A snow kite fluttered and landed in front of Heijun's eyes.

Dressed in a green virgin's dress, Yan Xiaomei combed two braids on her hair.

"Black impermanence, I am true to my word, and let Yan Xiaomei talk to you privately. ”

She stood on the snow, green embroidered shoes, and her feet were only the size of palms.

Without white socks, the ankles are as thin as frost.

This little bit of snow reflects the stars and lights up the winter wind.

"May you also be true to your word, and stroke the piano with your heart for this king. ”

The life and death of Yan Xiaomei and Bai Wuchang are all between her hands.

What if you don't obey orders?

The horizontal piano is in the hand, and the black impermanence ten fingers fall off the strings.

"Wait a minute!" Before the sound of the zither sounded, the little sister smiled: "Look at my girl's dress, Yan Xiaomei wants to make you happy." ”

She talked about her heart according to her clothes, and said the bottom of her heart: "Lang lives up to the concubine's intentions, black and impermanent, you play a happy tune." ”

Happy?

She has a fairy smile and a poisonous snake heart.

If you don't be a king for thousands of years, you still control the life and death of others.

Skillful fingers hook strings, pearls and jade all over the sky.

She danced and smiled brightly.

"Freedom and freedom are the most annoying infatuation.

The wind is fluttering, the snow is shaking, it is better to get drunk and clear.

The world does not say that the gods are good, and the green mountains and boats are up to me.

The flowers are clear, the moon is misty, and I am smiling with the red dust for half my life. ”

Singing beautifully, dancing pretty.

The last song of the Black Monarch fulfilled her enchantment.

Thousands of butterflies are surrounded by spiritual sounds, and their ice wings flicker, sprinkling crystals.

The virgin is dressed in green, sprinkled with legs and blue pants, and her braids are flying, where is she like a demon sitting in the Senluo Temple, and she is clearly a fairy who has fallen into the mortal dust.

Put away your voice, the sound of the zither is ethereal, and the last song is slowly far away.

The aftermath flew into the snowy peak, and fell impermanence in mid-air.

Before the feet touched the ground, laughter went first, the girl who laughed and sang, and the beautiful woman who laughed and danced: "He lied to me that he was going to pick fruits, but he hid here to coax your lover to laugh." ”

When he landed, he was close to the beauty, smelled the fragrance, and laughed again: "Little daughter-in-law, uncle will teach you another trick, you must know how to be hospitable." ”

Triumphant, shaking his head: "The guests are still hungry, but you sing and dance, and spread out, thinking that I, an elder, have not taught well." ”

Finally couldn't bear his verbosity, Yan Xiaomei raised her hands with her bare hands, rolled up the wind and snow, and fell on his head.

Falling firmly on his head, Bai Wuchang touched the bag on his head, and just wanted to question back, but he was suddenly stunned.

"Yan ...... Yan Xiao...... A king?"

The little sister is cold and arrogant, and her starry eyes appreciate the snow: "You are talking nonsense, should you cut your tongue?"