Chapter 115 Shit
His voice is still so cold and lonely
The scene just now was still vivid in Zi Han's mind. This person was actually really good-looking and beautiful
But now there is no spiritual energy gathering in the body. Zihan relaxed for a moment, then looked at where the village owner was standing, "What are you looking at again?"
"I don't know."
kindness?
Zi Han stepped over and reached his side in a moment, looking down.
The entire Sunset Villa has an unobstructed view. Looking from here, it feels like you are dominating the world. The buildings have become so small. The earth-yellow buildings appear in Zihan's eyes at this moment
Somewhat like shit
"What did you see?" As he got closer, his voice seemed to become colder
"Shit"
As soon as Zihan finished speaking, the owner of the village turned around and went to the bamboo house, leaving a sentence of "wrong."
Then, a big roc flew from the sky and launched an attack towards Zihan.
Reflective, Zihan wants to support the cover.
ah! There was a scream, and the attack hit Zi Han, piercing through.
Dapeng leaned down and flew down, clawing at Zihan with its sharp claws.
Then he flew away.
Looking at the flying Dapeng, Zi Han cursed, "You stinking bird, don't let me see you next time, or I'll catch you and make soup!!!"
I don’t know if Dapeng understood it, but another attack fell from the sky and headed towards Zihan
With a shudder, he quickly rolled around on the ground and attacked the ground beside him. At this moment, he looked disgraced and embarrassed.
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At night, Zihan looked at the full moon in the sky, the sky full of stars, and the vast white snow. Then she looked at the bamboo house next to her, and she was deep in thought.
Do you want to go in or not? If not, where would she sleep?
But there is a man inside. After she goes in, she has to sleep in a room with a grown man. How can this be done?
There were gusts of cold wind. There was no spiritual power to protect the body in the first place. Now, without any mana, he had to resist the cold wind.
"Hiss, it's so cold. Ah," he shrugged his nose, as if he had a cold. It seems that he can't do it without going in.
So Zi Han took steps and was about to knock on the door.
"Bang!" A restraint bounced her back and hit the ground.
"Bah!" He spit out the snow he had eaten in his mouth, and the corners of his eyes twitched.
Shouting "Master, where do you want me to sleep?"
The candlelight in the room was still on, but there was no sound. Zihan refused to give up and was about to shout when a cold voice came out: "It's up to you."
"Then I want to sleep inside."
"Men and women are not close to each other."
"Oh, it's okay, just treat me like a man." Zi Han really has no moral integrity at this moment.
The lights in the house went out.
Zihan: "."
She didn't know that even a perfect king-level monk would have difficulty resisting the cold wind outside. If she hadn't absorbed the dragon body and had an amazing defensive physique, she would have been frozen to death by the cold wind.
At this moment, she looked at the black boots under her feet, raised her feet and took a look. Well, the soles were cracked by the frost.
Clothes
She silently took out the animal skins she had collected before, put on a cotton coat inside, wrapped herself up like a rice dumpling, huddled up and stared at the bamboo house resentfully.
I watch you sleep! I'll kill you with my eyes!
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On the second day, as soon as the owner of the village opened the door, he saw a dark thing in front of him staring at him with big black eyes and angrily staring at him. As soon as he saw him coming out, he rushed towards him.
Unexpectedly, it bounced back and fell to the ground
"Ah!!!" Zi Han beat the innocent white snow on the ground like crazy.
The owner of the village raised his eyebrows, walked over, looked down at her, and asked puzzledly, "What's wrong with you?" Zi Han shrugged his nose, and muttered with a slight nasal voice, "It's so cold. You won't let me sleep!" That tone was very serious. How sad, how sad, she is a resentful woman. Zi Han, who is usually calm and indifferent, has long been forgotten.
Glancing at someone wearing a heavy animal skin, he said, "You're dressed as a bear and you're still cold? If you want to sleep, the ground isn't dirty. You can sleep there."
Zihan didn't speak, but pointed at the bamboo house
The owner of the village turned around and left, with his hands behind his back and his slender figure. His black robe was rustled by the cold wind. Then he made a gesture, and the roc flew to his shoulder. "Whenever you beat me, you will be allowed to go in and sleep." .”
After saying that, he disappeared like a god. And he disappeared out of thin air.
Dapeng landed on the ground, staring at her with a pair of brown-yellow beast eyes, rolling his eyes, and then slowly wiping his feathers, ignoring Zihan who secretly came forward.
Seeing that he was only three meters away from the big roc, Zi Han put his whole body on full alert. Then, he pounced, and the big roc flew away. Then he glanced at Zi Han as if mocking, and landed in the distance.
Zihan fell to the ground.
His face was buried in the snow and he didn't get up.
So embarrassing. Fortunately no one saw it.
Familiar with the distance, the village owner looked away at this scene, with an obvious smile in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth seemed to have a slight curvature.
After a while, Zi Han stood up and patted the snow on his body, then looked at Dapeng, who was still hairing in the distance, and said, "Hey, stop blowing your stinky hair. It's black and rumbling. Go take a bath and see if you can wash it off." It turns into a swan, or you roll around in the snow, it's much faster than your slow and leisurely hair~" This sound is very rough, Dapeng has become spiritual, so he can naturally understand it, and then
With a flap of wings, the attack is launched
"Hmph! I'm still afraid of you!" The Star Sword has become dim without the support of spiritual power, pull it out!
Sword tactics, sway thousands of armies!
There is no spiritual power but sword style!
boom! The two attacks collided in the air, but Zi Han, who had no spiritual power, obviously suffered more. Dapeng's attack penetrated Zi Han's attack, and the remaining attacks flew towards Zi Han!
Subconsciously holding the Star Sword, block!
Blocking means blocking, just touching the numb tiger's mouth. The Star Sword is placed in the left hand, and the right hand is rubbed behind the back
Damn it, the dead bird is pretty strong!
Dapeng screamed toward the sky. Hearing that scream, it seemed to be joyful? ? ?
Zihan, "Oh? What are you saying? Watch the trick!"
The second form of the sword technique! Sunset!
The third form, reaching for the stars!
The three moves take turns, falling to the ground, standing up, and fighting again!
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Somewhere in the Qingli Dynasty, Ran Xuexiao looked at Nangong Mo sitting opposite, and then said: "Senior, are you saying that Zi Han went to the Ling Lord's house and hasn't come back yet?"
Nangong Mo looked a little unnatural, "Well, yes, she drank too much that day and went directly to Lingzhu's house to sleep." Her voice became weaker and weaker.
The surrounding air seemed to have suddenly become colder. He shivered and looked back. Li Zheng glanced at Nangong Mo with a cold face and said in a cold voice, "You said she went to the Ling Lord's house to spend the night?"
"Yes, yes, senior."
"She was dragged there?"
"Well, she asked for it herself." After Nangong Mo said this, he seemed to fly away.
(End of chapter)