Canghai stared at Xiao Shell's smile in a daze, and his momentum slowly weakened, "Don't talk as if you know everything." How can a manly man be in love with his children all day long, and his children will be heroic and short of breath, do you know Lu Dao?"

"Yo, yo, are you angry now? I really don't know whether to say that you are innocent or sweet-hearted. ”

"I'm not the kind of person who is merciful. ”

"I know that. Hey, by the way, are you afraid that women will hurt you?"

“...... What are you talking about!" Canghai was anxious again, but sighed for a while: "Alas, I can't help but believe it." Last time, I was worried about Xiaohua, and I was injured by She Wanzu, and just now in the Eight Formations, I also stepped on the wrong door when I thought of a woman......"

Xiao Shell said: "You can still control yourself now because you haven't met someone you really like." Actually, sometimes I think you're quite pathetic. ”

“...... Don't talk to me like that. ”

"By the way, what did I want to tell you just now......?

"Ah, I remember! You say, is it a curse to be called 'Lan Shan'? Ye Shen's mother is also called Lan Shan, Ye Lan Shan. is the same as the name of the dead sister of the apprentice of the shopkeeper Lu, and the end is so miserable...... Hey,"

"Hey, why don't you speak?"

The sea snort was long and steady.

"Hey, you dare to fall asleep! You haven't said who you like!"

Nightshade.

Unknown birds and beasts in the forest chirp from time to time. In his sleep, Xiao Shell seemed to see a clear figure in front of the bed wearing a light blue fine silk jacket with the bright moonlight, the silver light of the window was like the call of the Guanghan Palace, and his cuffs were rolling. He walked towards the white light, and with a clear smile.

"Don't go ......," Shell whispered, his right hand hanging out of the bed.

The figure looked back, opened the door and walked out.

In the sleepless night when the moon shines brightly, do you want to go outside quietly alone? The moist and cold air stimulates sleepiness, and the eyes are clammy and cold, quiet, mysterious, and silent. Will you squint your eyes, clamp the damp and temperatureless wind, and let it blow the cold eye sockets and slip away, feeling the invisible wind and the whispers of the tangible entity's persuasion? Will you open the placket of your clothes, even exposing your chest, and let the cold penetrate the thin clothes, and the hems of the clothes will swing straight behind you, trying to ride the wind away? The dew soaks the stone floor, and you can feel the moisture on the soles of your shoes; you can feel the dampness of your feet when you listen to the cuckoo "It's better to go back" and go straight into the azalea bushes, and everywhere is so vast and wet, do you know that it is the red dew that wets your clothes?

Do you think that the world is so gloomy, what is the point of your little care? Smile and sigh but continue to sink in the red dust tomorrow morning? Sigh, be happy, climb high and look. If there is a tall tower near you, the eaves of the tower are like the wings of a smart swallow with wings spreading, and a copper bell is hung, like the bell of the Tang Xuanzong Sword Pavilion after the death of the jade ring, will you want to climb to the top floor quietly in the dark, stand in the red trunk, squint and blow the wind, and look far away by the railing?

Standing at the top of the tower, who do you think of? Just tell me the first and last one. Do you think of someone who suddenly appears in a way you can't imagine, but not surprisingly, and then doesn't disappear?

Look at the chic and vigorous figure that rode away in the wind, swift and not panicked, like an appointment to the emperor of the southeast, he did not dare to be a little late, and it was like an aimless but end-to-end routine tour. The clothes on his body were like the shadows of the indigo night, and the brilliance in his eyes was like the eternal stars in the sky. Strange how you can catch the ghost of such a night so clearly, as if your deep mind was as disillusioned as a shining star in an instant. What kind of mood makes you clench your crimson trunk?

It's strange, it's a coincidence, isn't it? His appearance is the same as your attention, and the deep crimson slenderness. Here you are, and they meet in the southeast corner of the garden. Is it a coincidence? Blame the tower for being too high, the view is too vast, and there are no secrets in the garden, should you walk away or stand here and snoop and guess their conversation?

The dark crimson peony is exposed under this dome, her eyebrows, her eyes, her charming, her lips, her hands, her confusion, her eyebrows and eyes are so charming, her dry red lips are in front of her eyes, and her hands are teasing her chest, as if clamping the hot heart fire through the clothes covering the body.

What are you thinking about the night elf? Isn't that enough? Go and grab her waist like a willow in March and kiss her, desperately, yes, like this. Why did the knuckles of the knuckles that clenched the trunk turn white and loosened, and how many times did this mind turn at this moment?,

Grab her lustful red lips, give her the hottest and hottest and take out your heart to her, what will you be left of, my dear young man?

A light blue wave sleeve elegantly glides through the darkness before dawn, affectionately caressing the red trunk of the wild goose pagoda and saying goodbye, a quiet sigh like the wind blowing through the tip of the heart, so my steps, should it be brisk or leisurely?

The obsidian-like eyes raised vigilantly like a frightened beast looked accurately at the top of the Wild Goose Pagoda, on which only the black trunk stood lonely and holy at night, and it would usher in a new dawn to break through the darkness and dust off the dust.

The entwined arms parted at the same time, and each retreated to both sides, should you be ashamed or glad that you had just released a caged bird, even though its ankles were still chained, but at least it could fly farther than in the cage.

The two men slowly retreated, one turned and headed northwest, and the other disappeared into the unknown, just as they had come, and dispersed. Demons send gods.

You may not have thought about something when you climbed the floor, but I heard you groaning as you came down.

From the perspective of the unchanging, things and I are endless, and what is envy?

You must be laughing. You.

The next morning, Xiao Shell opened his eyes, suddenly recalled the dream of last night, and looked at him in shock, he was still sleeping on the bed, with moist cheeks and a peaceful smile on his lips. A light blue silk tunic embroidered with a wave pattern was placed on the screen at the end of the bed, moist as if stained with the dew of dawn. That reddish mark must have been the juice of the mulberries last night.

That's great. Shell smiled.

That, sure enough, it was just a dream.

There was a knock on the door, and the sound ranged from small to loud. Amber eyes slowly opened.

"Childe, are you up? Fifth Master Jin said that he had something to say to you. ”

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It must not have been a chance encounter~ Ha Lu Ha

Sometimes the foreshadowing of Series 1 is revealed in Series 4, and there are four series in this book.

~(@^_^@)~ Isn't it a bad ...... outside the dust?