Murong led him into the cypress bark-roofed cabin.

When the white gauze shawl on her arms was closed and stretched, and the lattice wooden door pasted with shoji paper was opened from the middle to both sides, he seemed to see the color of her soul in disbelief.

Dark white.

The shadow of her soul was like her back, only slender by the light ahead, as if he had followed the path it had led to her appointed place, and the shadow would dissipate without leaving any message, and would never be seen again.

The pitch-black sideburns, without a hairpin or a flower, may be like Rong Chengche's hair, smooth over the waist, and glamorous. I don't know if it's because her hair is like Che, so beautiful, or if Che's hair is like her, so it's ......

Murong turned his head with a smile, looked at his face hidden in the shadow of the eaves, and was slightly stunned, "Why is this expression?"

"No, I've never been here. He narrowed his eyes and smiled. Well, it must be so, that scumbag has only had this one advantage since he was a child. Not his own.

Murong shook his head before bending his waist and hanging his arms. looked up at Canghai, but his cheeks were slightly red, and he lowered his face and gently took off the red plum embroidered shoes outside the green onion and white flower socks, turned the toe of the shoes, and posed in front of the door in a pair.

That merit is not his own.

Maybe it's him.

I mean his parents gave birth to him, Canghai raised the left eyebrow, and also took off his shoes.

Murong turned around and entered the door. He followed. The two shoes were crooked in front of the door.

As soon as I entered the house, the light was very dim.

But Murong's back was very white.

Her hair reflects in the slightest light. So neat and orderly.

He felt that he had followed her deep white soul into an unknown, even somewhat frightening, white realm of light mist. A world that needs to take off his shoes in front of the door but can not be neatly placed is called Murong Wanyi.

He was afraid, because he was afraid that he would never come out again. Or maybe it was a lonely and silent soul he couldn't help but embrace.

But perhaps not enough silence.

It's like his internal strength. If the martial arts of the divine doctor are strong, and the martial arts of the divine strategy are difficult to meet opponents, he can defeat the divine doctor or defeat the divine strategy in the case of the same death. You can even defeat people who are stronger than the Divine Strategy.

But he only had one chance before he died.

He had to choose the one who was most worthy of sacrifice.

Who is it?

Is that her?

I don't know what to do.

Maybe no one.

The wooden floor of the house is dug with square grooves, boiling water in it, a tea set with black lacquer painted with gold lines and black camellia flowers on the low table, four big red brocade screens on one side, a peony gold fan on the wall, and a rolled up bamboo curtain shaft with red thread on the front door. Murong's soft body bent and drilled under the curtain shaft, looking back and smiling at Canghai.

The wooden corridor of the inner house extends in all directions, and there is a square patio in the middle, which is planted with flowers and grasses on the welt, and a pot of red and black koi fish in a blue and white porcelain jar. Most of the houses seen in the cloister are white lattice doors, some have no doors, and a pair of roller blinds are hung.

Canghai was looking up at the eaves and maple leaves and swallow's nests around the patio, when he heard two female voices shouting "Miss" in unison, but they were two delicate red-clothed female envoys, who did not comb their hair and tied their hair behind their backs. He wore a belt two palms wide around his waist, and in order to facilitate his work, he wore a short skirt and bare feet, exposing one ankle.

The two of them lowered their heads and stood to the side, not looking at Canghai more, and not asking Murong more. Murong smiled and said, "Liansheng, this son also likes to be barefoot, you go and serve it." ”

The red-clothed iceberg envoy on the left approached and knelt at the foot of the sea and stretched out her hands. Canghai took a step back and shook his head, "This is for you, don't let them dirty their hands, how can they take care of you in the future." ”...,

Murong smiled charmingly and beckoned to the playful envoy on the right side of Lu who was rolling her eyes, and she knelt in front of Murong to untie the straps of the onion and white flower socks for her.

The iceberg envoy didn't raise her head, she stared at Canghai's two feet and opened her mouth humbly, and said, "Miss told Liansheng to serve her son, so naturally she won't mind." If Childe agrees, Liansheng will at most stain his hands, and he will be clean after washing, if Childe does not agree, the young lady will think that Childe dislikes Liansheng's hands and dirty Childe's feet, and will cut off Liansheng's hands, so Liansheng will never have a chance to wash his hands again. ”

Canghai's face was as ugly as seeing two handsless wrists cleaning each other. He looked down at Liansheng's tied long black hair slightly tilted over his left shoulder, unable to say a word.

Murong smiled. Pressing the shoulder of the playful envoy and laughing straight. The playful envoy also pursed her lips and raised her head, as if she was laughing at the sea.

Murong smiled: "Liansheng, don't scare him, you see that he is so tall, but he is actually very timid." ”

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Lian Sheng hung his head and couldn't see his expression, but said coldly and humbly: "Please raise your noble feet." ”

Canghai felt that his feet were paralyzed by her gaze, he looked at the hair on the top of her head, then at his feet, and asked, "...... Which one to carry first?"

Murong was already out of breath laughing. She simply sat on the wooden floor with a bare little white foot, and asked the playful envoy to take off another sock for her. The playful envoy was already kneeling on the ground, her little face flushed, but her eyes were brighter.

Liansheng still said in a faint voice, "If you can, please lift your two feet together." ”

"That's right," Canghai couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips and said, "I bet I can do what you say, and you can't do what your young lady says." ”

Liansheng said: "What are you betting on?"

Canghai was stunned for a moment, "...... Are you really betting with me?"

Liansheng finally raised his head. But it's not looking at the sea. Instead, he looked at Murong.

Murong smiled: "You can make a bet with him." You can't afford to lose, I'll lose for you. ”

So Liansheng lowered his head at Canghai's feet again and asked again: "What are you betting on?"

Canghai proudly crossed his waist and said: "If I can't do it, you lose, you can't serve me, let me serve myself." Do you bet or not?"

Liansheng seemed to want to take a look at the sea, but he only raised a small angle and immediately lowered his head, saying, "Bet." ”

"Okay, ready. "After Canghai finished speaking, he jumped in place.

Jump up and hit the ground.

The three girls were stunned.

Liansheng's hand didn't even have time to lift.

Murong and the playful envoy glanced at each other, and the two suddenly laughed.

The corners of Liansheng's iceberg-like lips finally bent up. Then he sighed and said, "I lost." ”

Canghai smiled...... ，