The snow fell on the first summer solstice, overlooking dozens of miles. Feng Qingsu, wearing a pair of night vision glasses, stood on the top of Wuyi Mountain, quietly staring at the dark snow scene. How long has it been since I watched such night? The rare snowy night, in the middle of the summer solstice, Wuyi's deepness gave the world a climate that people could not understand. Snow and rain. Jiuer walked to the top of the mountain with three cups of fragrant tea, without fear of the danger of falling, and whispered to his aunt and aunt.

Suddenly, as if he had broken this artistic conception, Feng Qingsu turned his head, cold and arrogant, and smiled rare. He nodded, picked up the fragrant tea and took a sip, and looked at a certain place from afar. She knew that he had arrived. She didn't know, except for what he was facing, or something, and a certain throbbing. The Taoist temples like palaces were particularly quiet. Except for three meals a day, they refused everyone's arrival.

Lucy was still a little distressed, but calmly didn't say anything. She secretly went to see the girls who had just fallen asleep. When she first came up, the four little girls were almost exhausted. The little witch and Feng Qingya were the most resting for a long time before she recovered. Gao Shan's reaction appeared early, but fortunately she was prepared. Everything at home was arranged, and it was only the three of them who came quietly.

Jiuer was cold and red in her cheeks, and her eyes were calm and colorless. In fact, she didn't know why the aunt in Xiaochengcheng would go against the meaning of Xiaochengcheng, so she rushed over on June 4th. She was still scared of her aunt. Compared to the coldness of Xiaochengcheng, at least after being familiar with her, she could still see each other's tacit understanding and expressions in her eyes. But my aunt was different. She didn't wear sunglasses so she didn't even notice what her heart, which was even colder than Xiaochengcheng, was thinking.

I was moved to ask, but my aunt shook her head and refused without saying anything. It seemed as if she had seen through her thoughts. There was no expression from beginning to end. Even if she was crazy like Jiuer, I had to admit that compared to the goddess I saw that day, the aunt in Xiaochengcheng was one of the most unparalleled in the world. But she had more thoughts. Women's intuition is often very accurate, and her respect is inexplicable hostility. It is not the kind of life-and-death kind. It is purely some unreasonable alertness.

You sighed before he could not calm down. As Jiuer turned around and entered the house, Lucy looked at him in confusion, and there was a little redness under her neck. She knew something and understood Feng Qingsu's plan. But the more she was, the more she was worried that if the young master rebounded, it would be unbearable? It was the tenth contact of the young master who had cut off the killer organization several times? Lucy regretted it a little. Unfortunately, she didn't dare to violate the orders of the third lady. Will such self-decision affect the relationship between the third lady and the young master?

Lucy had to admit that even though she was far away from the M Country Manor, some of the influence was still at the root. As a member of the protection of the young lady and the others when she was young, even if she was out of this level of identity, she would instinctively choose to protect her. If the young master and the third lady turned against each other because of such a thing, Lucy would really not bear it. It is true that she also has a heart that wants to become a wife, and the care in her bones can no longer be changed.

Feng Qingsu never turned around, like a rock that was standing. Do you want her husband? Yes! She has longed for her husband! When did she miss her so much? The palpitations that only happened a few days ago were unstable. She would not let go of the busy things at hand. She took charge of the big consortium and became the person behind the scenes. These are her pursuits now. The jewelry store that is considered to be a life-long life is no longer as good as the head of the little man who wants to give countless financial resources as soon as possible.

How long has it been since I had been happy in his arms? Feng Qingsu's eyes trembled under her sunglasses, and tears that had not come fell down little by little. It was not crying, nor was it pain. Compared to waiting for others, what really hurts was the little man in his heart who called him Su. He never thought that one day he would fall into such an embrace, and could not extricate himself and followed his steps, involuntarily trying to use all his strength to protect him.

But in the world... In the world, except for the power given by parents, there is no protection at all. I stand here, knowing that it is not far away, but I can't move it at all. That power can only be considered a feather in the world, and it is not even as good as the power of Zhenwu and Emei that a little man can mobilize at any time. I can't say that I am afraid, but I am absolutely extremely worried.

The snow was filled with snow. If I had not stepped into Ninggang in one step, and even observed the four steps of Ninggang that time, I would not be able to successfully step into Ninggang's second step. It was still slower, I was much slower than the small city. How many times did I want to speak for him to take a break so that I could catch up. But the road ahead was far away, so I had to shut up. So what if there was no one in the court to silence, what if everyone was afraid of? Who knew that my small city was just a person who loved beauty but not the country?

"How long has it been?" The cold voice was filled with snowflakes, and his body was completely stained.

Lucy blinked, her breath was like orchid, and her conversation was straightforward: "It's been three hours, but the town hasn't come out yet?"

"It should be soon." Feng Qingsu turned his head and looked carefully at the bottom hundreds of meters. There, three hours ago, a big black snake and a figure flashed in. The habitat of a group of old monsters in Emei, and even Yan Hui needed Emei's Dai Renzhu to let in.

"I have always had confidence in him." Lucy smiled leisurely, and felt ache in her heart, "Three...Sister Three, what I said before..."

The violent killing aura spread, and Feng Qingsu's voice suddenly became cold: "Don't you want to? You can't help it. Since you talked to Yanxi before coming, you have no room to retreat."

"I mean...I feel like I don't have much time with Xiaocheng and the others."

"What's going on?" Feng Qingsu's face was still calm, but her tone was a little faster, "Has I discovered it? This is a bit impossible."

Lucy smiled bitterly: "The watch I gave to the small town has something wrong. Someone is already chasing this route. I misled it several times, but they still found traces. It should be that my grandmother couldn't stand it." With sorrow, a voice in my heart silently chanted the Virgin Mary and prayed for God's grace. After so many years, it was finally coming to an end.

"Then you should make a decision earlier." Feng Qingsu's language slowed down and became much gentler. Although outsiders could not hear anything strange. However, facing Lucy, who was familiar, who could not be familiar, this was a flaw.

The bitter smile turned sweet, Lucy was a little dazed. The days in my memory were called Feng Qingyuan were still yesterday, but soon after, will they face the world as a true identity? Are Xiaocheng, Xiaoya, Xiaofei, Xiaolinger and others willing to recognize themselves as their little aunts? Lucy was not confident, but had to be moved by Feng Qingsu. Her silence has been too long, or she can really help Xiaocheng.

In Monet, the two of them wanted to say something, but a jar sound rose up. The entire Gongluan Taoist Temple seemed to be trapped. In the mix of magic sounds, Feng Qingsu's eyes changed, he flashed and pulled Lucy up, and jumped into the courtyard in a few steps. The jar sound was a little bit fainter. There was more enlightenment in his eyes and hope in his heart. Didn't he try the strings that lie across the sky stream yesterday? The small town succeeded?

Immediately, countless amazement aroused. Anyone who could see this sound almost poured out. Looking at the deep and confined area in the distance, the same sound came out in his heart. The five-stringed zither sounded? Soon, the fourth level was reached? Set five sounds, can it really sound five sounds? The highest person in the door can sound four sounds. These five sounds really cut off all possibilities. Could it be that the Jizhao can be released before tomorrow!

The person who can hear it is naturally not ordinary people. It is possible to enter the Ninggang or the Ninggang. When Yan Hui looked at Xiao Ling'er and others, she also opened the wooden window and looked at the evening snow scene outside the window, and there was obviously no fluctuation. It was as normal.

The cold light shone, as if it was the sword shadow of the Zhenwu Sword. With the whistle of Qin You and others, the peak power of the fourth step of the sword swing came out, and when the reversal was reversed, the sound of the urn was heard. When Yuncheng flashed, he hurriedly covered his eardrums, and blood was already coming out of his ears. How could this be the immortal sound? It was simply the soul-snatching demon sound. Such a terrible thing was actually passed down by Emei. The person who can play this zither should be an immortal, right?

Yuncheng is not stupid. With the help of ancient Chinese martial arts, he seems to be injured, but in fact he is just a minor injury. But what he was a little confused was that just the sound of the piano not only made his eardrums tremble blood, but also felt deaf. How could this be possible? He glanced at the Zhenwu Sword, but it was not damaged. Yuncheng's mind was very calm. If he had to use the Zhenwu that Wudang gave him to play the five-string zither, he might have been impulsive and returned to Linzhou to get the Curse Blade and destroy this thing!

He jumped up again. This time, Yuncheng learned his lesson. He no longer used the sword body, but used the tip of the sword to pick it twice in a row. But just these two sounds, the sudden sound of dingdong made Yuncheng groan unprepared when he hurriedly fled, and a mouthful of blood came out of his mouth. His cold eyes were already shocked. This was a real injury in the strict sense. Just two dingdong sounds. Yuncheng was knocked away and fell out, and blood was also falling from the tip of his nose, and his expression instantly became weak. In horror, a sense of dissatisfaction burst out from his heart.

When have you ever been so angry since your rebirth? A dead object can actually cause you to suffer such great harm. Wouldn't this era of destruction of your own mental experience? The successor of Xiaoyao was afraid of this dead object, wouldn't it destroy the name of the master and the master? In other words, Yuncheng was in a mess and still had the mood to comfort himself at this time. If he knew that Ouyang Yihua had just knocked twice and was seriously injured and unconscious, Yuncheng might have to think about it carefully.
Chapter completed!