On a snowy mountain night, the cold wind is gentle. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

No matter how cold the wind is, it can't blow the heart of a smiling smile.

In the ice and snow forest, colorful, crystal clear reflected by the full moon, like the heart of a girl's admiration.

How can you not love him?

He doted on me so much that he would let me sleep on his lap.

peeked at the little brother a few times, but he kept looking at the moon.

Alas, so be it, who called me no moon beautiful?

When I was lonely, I thought again that my little brother didn't look at my sleeping face because he had a gentleman's style.

Caressing her thin face, she snickered, and her love for black impermanence was deeper.

As long as you like it in your heart, you can always find a reason to praise him, this is a girl in love.

A few more glances at the little brother, with an intoxicating dream, she fell asleep sweetly.

The moon is full of stars, and the sky is full of snow.

This is a unique wonder of the Northern Stygian Snow Mountain.

The moon in the snow is extraordinarily clear.

Shine on the black king's handsome face and light up the sleeping eyes.

The starry eyes flickered, and the beautiful woman on the lap snorted coldly: "Black impermanence, dare to sleep with me, you will die a miserable death." ”

Get up gently, let go of the little sister, and the black impermanence walks alone in the north.

"If you take one more step, I will immediately let Yan Xiaomei die!"

Hijacking weak women, drinking the black king, Enma is full of despicability!

Kankan stopped, turned around, and saw what she was capable of?

Dancing sleeves make the wind, Yan Xiaomei turns snow into a piano and sits in the breeze.

Putting the snow kite across her knees, the little sister wants to pluck the rain strings again.

She seemed to be particularly fond of playing piano accompaniments, and the more Hei Wuchang said that the harsh she played, she preferred to play it to him.

Ten fingers caress the strings, but they can't move.

At this time, Yan Xiaomei discovered that the original slender hands had swollen into steamed buns.

It was caused by Yan Xiaomei pushing the ice wall.

The beauty was ashamed and angry, and overturned the snow kite.

Flipping his hand like an orchid, he conjured up a short blade of an ice blade.

"What do I want you to do with your hand that can't play the strings?"

Raise the knife in your left hand and slash at your right hand.

The iron rope skimmed, breaking the ice blade, and the black impermanence suppressed his anger: "I have already admitted defeat, you don't have to try again." ”

Laughing twice, the little sister disdained: "What kind of big man do you think you are? Why do I need to repeatedly test your intention to admit defeat?"

Laughing at the black impermanence, looking at the red and swollen hands, the little sister was full of hatred: "I chose to smile and smile, just because she is flawless, but these hands were destroyed by you!"

"The frostbite is gone, and there is a slight swelling. In order to keep Yan Xiaomei's hands, Hei Wuchang could only speak: "Within two days, the residual swelling will disappear." ”

When answering, the head of the chain has been pinched by him in his hand, and a pair of ghost eyes do not leave the little sister's hands for a moment.

Afraid that the little sister will harm herself again, he will come to the rescue.

All the care is in the eyes of the little sister.

Xiaoheijun was amorous, and the little sister raised her eyebrows: "I chopped my smiling hand, are you distressed?"

Let her talk to herself, and Heijun is silent.

"Her hand is in my hand, if I insist on taking it off, will you be able to stop it?"

It can't be stopped, and it can never be stopped.

If she bites off the veins on her hand at this time, Yan Xiaomei's hand will definitely be disabled.

Although the iron rope has the ability to reach the sky, can it still smash the head of Yan Xiaomei?

She asked coldly, but Heijun only shook his head.

Seeing that Heijun was soft, the little sister smiled arbitrarily.

After making a beautiful appearance, the little sister smiled: "I have to listen to the sound of the piano every day to be in a better mood." ”

After laughing, he said to Heijun: "Now my hands are red and swollen, and I can't play the silk strings." If I can't listen to the sound of the piano, I'll be in a bad mood, and when I'm in a bad mood, I can do anything. ”

After saying it, he said it awesomely: "For example, take off your hands and chop your feet or something." ”

played the well-behaved little daughter again, frowning slightly, and sighed lightly: "I can't get rid of this bad habit." ”

The starry eyes flowed, the corners of his mouth raised a wicked smile, and he asked Hei Jun: "Black impermanence, you say, what should I do?"

She said that she was just going to show off her victory.

The problem is no longer a problem, and if you don't get a satisfactory answer, the problem is a murderous knife.

Swallowing her ridicule, Hei Wuchang gave her a satisfactory answer: "I'll play the piano for you." ”

Dancing sleeves, the little sister pushes the snow kite to the black impermanence.

With a sneer, she jumped on the snow tree ice flower, stood on her feet, and was the most beautiful one.

"I'd like to hear the hand of the soul hook, what kind of ghost crying wolf howl can pop up?"

Catch the snow kite with one palm, sit cross-legged on the snow with black impermanence, and cross the kite on your knees.

Ten fingers fall off the strings, and there is a clangling sound.

The earth is vast, and the lonely goose sings alone.

The hypocrisy of the Three Realms is played, and the world is sad.

The bullet is devastating, and the bullet is not exhausted.

Affection is always negative.

Who sees that good people are not reincarnated?

Qu Xiao kills, and people's hearts are broken.

Pieces of ice flowers fall in the rain, and they can't be finished, it's sadness.

The sound of the piano is insignificant, wandering the stars and moon.

The stars are discolored, and the moon is dim.

The past of 10,000 years ago pierced the little sister's heart.

Watching the black impermanence put away the strings, tears were dripping.

"Is that enough?"

After playing a song, Heijun asked coldly.

Tears into frost is the most beautiful makeup for my little sister.

"What the hell are you play......ing?

I really want to say something unpleasant and harsh, but his piano sound is picturesque, which makes people reluctant to scold.

"Enough for tonight. ”

Unable to bear the sorrow twice in one night, the little sister finally nodded.

sneered, and then raised his red hand: "Black impermanence, as long as these hands are not swollen, you will be my Qin Ji." ”

Hands on the strings, let her be humiliated, can only drink hate.

"You'd better put Yan Xiaomei up, don't let her slip up a bit. The little sister regained her cold appearance, gritted her teeth and threatened: "Otherwise, I will cut off wherever she hurts." ”

After the threat, he said cruelly: "One more time, it's not as simple as playing the piano!"

The sound of the underworld sounded, the snow kite flew one after another, and the little sister raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Black impermanence, I'll give you a chance, you call her name a few times, try to see who is the owner of this body?"

Why try?

The results have long been known.

Seeing that Heijun was silent, the little sister was proud.

"Dare to calculate me behind my back, it's ridiculous that you are ignorant!"

Falling from the snow tree, the little sister folded her hands upside down and performed a cold and arrogant performance: "Tomorrow, I want to listen to a cheerful tune." ”

All the hatred is stored in my heart, and the black impermanence leaves alone.

I really want her to gather ten souls and ten spirits quickly, and she smiled.

No matter what kind of means Yan Xiaomei has, this decisive battle will be life and death.

stayed away from Yan Xiaomei, leaving her independent and arrogant.

Turning the corner of the peak, the black impermanence rises into the air.

The snowy peaks reach the sky, and there is no end.

Falling on the peak of the mountain, it has been at eye level with the bright moon.

The moon was so close that it seemed to be within reach, and the black impermanence just watched quietly, like an immortal guarding it.

The wind blows the moon clear, and the cold light gradually leaves.

Seeing the bright moon go straight up, it is another day of parting.

Looking down, the snow and fog are confused.

Through the ghost fire in his eyes, he saw the beautiful woman sleeping.

There are tears in the corners of the eyes, what arouses sadness?

The corners of her mouth smiled, who did she dream of?

Tears belong to Yan Xiaomei, she dominates the North Underworld, the double monarch of the underworld, but she falls asleep with tears.

Smile is a smile on her face, she gives up the fairy body and practices yin, just for the worthy people.

The night is about to leave, and the black impermanence will leave the bright moon for a while and jump into the peak.

Quietly guard the beauty's side.

I couldn't tell if she was Yan Xiaomei or Yan Xiaomei at this time. Sit down gently, the black monarch looks at the moon, and the beautiful woman sleeps alone.