Feng Qinglang returned to the first floor, did not return to the main hall where the music roared, and walked to the side door on the side of the stairs, where there were also waiters to receive them, but the number of people was naturally much smaller than the main entrance, they watched Feng Qinglang come with a wine bottle, his face was reflected in the flickering lights, with a bit of uninhibited and lonely, and hurriedly opened the side door to ensure that these guests after drinking had enough sense of space, so as to create a safe enough distance.

A cold chill suddenly hit his face, the light snow outside the door was still dancing tirelessly, Feng Qinglang raised his head and poured another sip of spirits, and walked into the wind and snow with scattered steps.

Compared with the palatial street on the other side of the main entrance, the side street here is much more pleasant, and in the dim light, the roadside is full of all kinds of horse-drawn carriages, long in a long line, until the end of the street.

In the carriages of several carriages nearby, there were coachmen who poked their heads out to see if their young master and young lady were unhappy and were about to leave early.

Feng Qinglang didn't know if there was a coachman from the clubhouse in these heads poked out, so he just waved his hand casually and walked to the side of the street, and these coachmen decisively retracted their heads.

He had come out tonight to seek the stimulation of alcohol and get rid of his confusion, but it made his confusion a little worse, and he couldn't help but tuck the corners of his mouth, pour wine, and hum in a low voice the unfinished Alans minor.

Feng Qinglang didn't need to look back, he knew that it was the smoky girl who was chasing after him, and the other party chased after him, so he said softly: "You are really from Alans, right?"

Feng Qinglang smiled noncommittally, this girl is also capable, not to mention catching up so quickly, she also wore an extra white fluffy cloak on her body, and the smoky makeup that was sweated in front of her was also washed away by her speed, restoring her original beautiful appearance, which was vaguely the sweet color seen in the illusion memory.

At the end of the side street is a commercial street, now it has passed zero hour, and it has just been cleaned, after washing the prosperity, under the yellowish light, it is extraordinarily quiet, and even the steps on the bluestone slab also echo a kind of ethereal taste.

The two walked side by side, facing the drifting snow, Wu Yuan Nara frowned lightly, as if she was thinking about something, and didn't ask Feng Qinglang again.

But Feng Qinglang still stopped, turned his head to look at the other party, Wu Yuan's long brown curly hair, has been stained with snowflakes, embellished with lights, it looks extraordinarily shiny, the sparkling eyes happen to be staring at him, as if blended into the poetry of snow, is saying something, eyebrows like a pair of beautiful bows, trembling slightly, as if at any time to shoot an arrow at himself, I don't know whether it is a good feeling or an arrow of curiosity......

He couldn't help but gradually have a look of banter in his eyes, and chuckled: "What, didn't it be love at first sight for me, and you specially caught up with me and made a promise?"

Wu Yuanna's long, slightly curly eyelashes trembled, just shook off a snowflake that fell nearby, and his mouth pursed slightly, as if he had suffered what kind of grievance, people couldn't help but feel pity, a little regrettable, his mouth finally opened wide, in addition to exhaling white air, he also made a sound: "The old lady thinks that you may be a fellow countryman, so I will accompany you for a walk, you don't think nonsense, unless you feel that your head stays on your neck, it is not the most haode position"

A pure and sweet girl, with such a threat in a soft voice, Feng Qinglang is by no means a saint, and his heart can't help but ripple a little, especially the other party's jade-like face is flushed with alcohol that has not yet faded, he lowered his eyes slightly, and just happened to see the towering chest that should be extremely elastic, so plump that the thick cloak could not cover it at all......

Feng Qinglang couldn't help but raise her head again and poured a sip of wine, and continued to move forward, the girl in front of her who had taken off her smoke gradually merged with the little girl who was crying and shouting in her illusion memory to correct his name.

Wu Yuan Nara followed his side, staring at Feng Qinglang's face carefully, the more she looked at it, the more familiar she felt, the portrait of that person, she had secretly taken it out and looked at it countless times, it had long been engraved into her memory, a bold conjecture had jumped into her mind, and she happened to hear that that person, wasn't that person also in the Northern Kingdom area? But how could this be......

She had fantasized countless times about what it would be like to meet that person, and now, if he was him, would he be such an inexplicable yujian?

Suddenly, she had a bolder idea, if she used the snow to involve him in illusion, wouldn't she know if he was the person?

This thought suddenly made her whole body hot, so that the cold of the wind and snow could not be dispelled in the slightest, but Feng Qing's voice sounded in her ears: "Don't do something irrational, put away your mental power, don't destroy my impression of you"

Wu Yuan Nara didn't expect that he only released a little bit of thought, and people would see it, let alone let people do it at home, so he couldn't help but smile, and he didn't have a trace of the consciousness of making a mistake in casting the spell, and smiled sweetly: "By the way, big brother, you haven't told me yet, are you from the Alans?"

The voice is sweet and greasy, like a small claw, grasping in people's hearts.

Feng Qinglang couldn't help laughing: "Little girl, can you speak normally?"

Wu Yuan Nara suddenly became angry again: "A stunning beauty like the old lady accompanies you to go on a night walk, just such a simple question, you still twist for a long time, are you still a man?"

The cold wind blew, but the wine was stronger, Feng Qinglang tilted his neck to look at the other party, and happened to see the other party's ruddy little face oozing drunkenness, the delicate little nose was exhaling white air rapidly, looking angry, he smiled dumbly and said: "Miss Wuganella, not every question can be answered, you must know this truth yourself, right?"

Wu Yuan Nara leaned closer and said: "Hey, could it be that you just happened to be wanted, so I'm embarrassed to tell me, it's okay, my mouth is very tight, the ancient sages said, you might as well tell me the joys of life when you meet your old acquaintances in a foreign country, and you might as well tell me about those joys and angers, and your heart will be much more comfortable, better than your constant drinking."

A sharp edge that was extremely imperceptible flashed from Feng Qinglang's eyes, and in the distance behind him, two figures flashed by, but they were hiding in the shadows, and there was no obvious hostility, it should just be this Wu Yuan Nara's bodyguard.

It happened that a nearby rat crawled out of the sewer ditch, and with great agility, drilled into the alley next to it, Wu Yuan Nara saw it in his eyes, and immediately screamed in horror, and got into Feng Qinglang's arms, and his hands were very consciously wrapped around Feng Qinglang's waist, and his mouth shouted: "Wow, there are mice, I'm so scared, I'm so scared, I'm so scared, I'm so scared."

Feng Qinglang smiled and said: "When you shout scared, can you not be so rhythmic, so it seems unreal"