Rather than being unable to resist those charming eyes or the witch's prayer, Jiang Anan would rather believe that the reason why he brought the witch with the Three-point Fragrance Tower was because he could not beat...

They still went up the snow-capped mountains together.

The occasional green color is dotted on the white of thousands of miles. Two people and one dog are like walking on rice paper, which is the moving scene in the painting.

"Mr. Xiaoyun said that he had not heard any secrets, but I was actually willing to believe it."

Mei Yue spoke as she walked: "But this matter is too important, I really can't relax... In order to reassure Bishop Liu and reassure Sanfen Xiangqilou, I have to watch you for a while to prevent you from leaking the secrets."

She looked at Jiang Anan: "Can Mr. Xiaoyun understand?"

"I can't understand." Jiang An'an said in an inward voice: "But I can't beat you, so I can only accept it."

"Thank you for your understanding." Meiyue smiled.

"Miss Meiyue has an obsession with Shengdong Peak because she rarely saw snow when she was a child?" Jiang Anan asked.

She instinctively felt that the person in front of her would not hurt her, otherwise she would have been "brother". But when walking around the world, the necessary vigilance and temptation must not be missed. If she has something to do or not, she will explore the details, which can be regarded as a supplement to the "opponent"

knowledge and insight.

"When I was a child?" Meiyue walked towards the snow, her voice quiet: "When I was a child, I lived in a big valley, very big, I thought the world was that valley. The sky has always been like that, sometimes there is a

Clouds, sometimes there are no clouds. Until one day... I saw snow."

"It is too clean and beautiful, like a white lotus blooming in the Tianshan Mountains... It is a flower that does not belong to the valley. It really melts when it lands."

"Later I heard that there is snow in the world that cannot melt, so I always wanted to see it."

"You know... there's no time."

"No, it's not that I don't have time. It's that I often forget my mood at that time."

"I have had a childlike heart."

"Sometimes I feel tired." The woman laughed as if dancing to the cold wind: "I already know that the world is not a valley, but inside and outside the valley, there is no difference."

This is a very beautiful face.

This is a very bright smile.

Jiang Anan felt like a ball of fire, burning in the vast snow.

Maybe... no man in the world can resist her.

"How come there is no difference?" Jiang An'an said: "I have been staying at home before. This time I went out to walk around the world and found that the world is different from what the book says."

"Is what the book says is wrong?" Meiyue asked with a smile.

Jiang Anan said in a mature tone: "What the book says is also correct. But only after you have experienced it can you understand what the world is. Everyone has their world."

She took the initiative to comfort her: "I guess the valley is like spring, right?"

Meiyue murmured in her memory: "Yes, it's a very beautiful place. There are red... red flowers everywhere, climbing the hillside. There are also many cute little animals, which are so ugly. Yes, there are all seasons like

Spring. I spent a lot of springs there. The last person came out."

"I also came out of my home alone." Jiang Anan resonated with him: "When people grow up, they always have to learn to face the wind and rain alone."

Meiyue glanced at her: "Do you miss home?"

"Think." Jiang Anan was very honest on this point: "It often happens."

Meiyue said: "I once knew a very important person. In my opinion, he also lived in the valley and lived in a huge illusion. I want to tell him that this world is not all what he saw.

Look. I want him to know that life is different, and there are many answers to right or wrong. I thought we were the same kind of people, and I thought I would go with him to see all the scenery we have not seen before."

She looked at Jiang Anan: "But you can see the scenery yourself, are you right?"

"It's like the eternal holy winter?" Jiang Anan asked.

Meiyue opened her hands and embraced the vast whiteness: "It's like this uncrushed snow."

Jiang Anan smiled and said, "Then we will come to see each other this time."

Meiyue turned her head and looked at her with a smile: "Let's go, let's go!"

The rime is full of rime, the jade trees and jade flowers, and the beauty is like a beautiful scenery, all of which are painted.

...

“What a beautiful scenery!”

Fu Huan sat cross-legged on the stone platform on the top of the mountain and overlooked the snow ridge: "The two stunning beauties have added a lot of color to this painting."

The disguise technique that was passed down from Zhao Wuyan could certainly not cover Fu Huan's eyes.

Jiang Anan, who is nineteen years old this year, is already "a girl in my family has just grown up." Or the fairy spirit of the Yun Kingdom nourishes people, and her facial features are much better than her brother.

When I was a child, I was carved with jade and became more beautiful when I grew up. Otherwise, the yellow relics would not have loved to play with her so much.

It’s just that the tomboy dresses up and often asks people to ignore the color.

I don’t know how much of the disciples of the same generation in Lingxiao Pavilion are in love with them.

Xie Ai, who was cold and white, waited to sit aside, like a beautiful ice sculpture. Only when he held a pot and poured wine, his beautiful eyes shone on the snow, and the coldness shone, showed a little bit of vitality.

Of course, she is also a superb beauty. On the list of yellow relics, she is called [Lilac], which means beautiful and fragile, describing her unique broken beauty.

On the small square table, there were more than one wine cup.

There is still a place opposite Fu Huan.

Looking at the entire Li Kingdom, only Hong Junyan can sit down and drink like Fu Huan.

Wei Qingpeng and Meng Lingxiao were subordinates who followed him back then.

Guan Daoquan, who once led the Northwest Five-Nation Alliance, confronted Jing with his support, and under his arrangement, he summoned the five countries to join together.

Outside Li Country, there are not many people who can talk to Fu Huan on an equal footing and ask Fu Huan to stop the cup and wait here...

Xie Ai just poured two glasses of wine silently.

With Ning Daoru's experience of pretending to be a fake, and Ying Yunnian's gift, she climbed to Dongzhen on the just-passed New Year's Eve, which was almost natural. Going up further, there is hope, but it is slim after all.

, She was looking for the few slowly moving black dots on the endless snowy ridge.

If everything in her vision is possible, the possibility of her extreme heights exists in those tiny points. If you want to truly capture it, in addition to doing all your efforts, you also need good luck favored by God.

And this is what Bishop Yuxin Zhu Jingchuan, Bishop Shuanghe Liu Yanzhao and others dream of it.

The so-called difficulty of cultivation is really necessary to see the truth of the world before you can truly see it.

Xie Ai silently thought about his thoughts, practice, and family and country affairs. Suddenly, he looked like the spring breeze blowing on his face, and he glanced at the green mountains in a trance.

The man with jade crown tied his hair seemed to be condensed in the mountains, and he was now on the top of the mountain. He curled his clothes and sat leisurely, looking at Fu Huan opposite him with a smile, and looked at Fu Huan opposite him with a grand manner!

"Fu Jun is so happy! I can see the beautiful scenery now." The visitor seemed to be enjoying the scenery, and he had an indescribable leisurely posture: "Thousands of mountains and evening snow, and thousands of miles of clouds."

Of course, Xie Ai understood that this sentence came backwards.

The last part of the original poem and the original sentence is "Who is the shadow going to?"

And the previous part that was about to be drawn out...

"You should have something to say!"

What answer did he want to get when he came here this time?

Xie Ai inexplicably thought of the Yellow River Meeting, Erzhu He, and the next Yellow River Meeting...

Fu Huan smiled slightly: "It is true that there are beautiful scenery with wine, but it is not easy to drink wine alone. When Jiang Jun comes far away, he drinks this cup full first."

Jiang Wang didn't refuse, raised his glass and smiled and drank it all.

The empty cup was stopped at the table, and Xie Ai silently filled it again.

Fu Huan then said: "Neither Jiang has a lot of things, but I haven't seen it for a long time! The Great Wall has snowed in the past, and the frost has been frozen for thousands of years. I have to rely on the past, but now I am lucky, I don't know what to do with it?"

"I dare not say that I will meet the teacher!" Jiang Wang smiled and said, "I will ask Mr. Fu Zhen."

Fu Huan sucked the aroma of wine for a while and smiled in her eyes: "Oh?"

"Jiang is interested in refining demons and has been looking for demons for a long time. There are holy demons in the world, and I often ask them." Jiang Wang said: "I fought to kill the Holy Demon Lord, and Frost Immortal Lord had a part in it.

She was very important. She was taught by you and was also the accident of your cooking... So I came here to learn about it."

No mistakes, one song, one post, one content, one reading!

In fact, when Jiang Wang decided to deal with Qihen, he planned to come to Fu Huan for information about the Holy Demon Lord. But he always wanted to find a suitable opportunity and asked without any trace to avoid Qihen's gaze... Unexpectedly

This time, we waited for the collapse of "The Demonic Art of Destruction and Demonic Art of Destruction".

It can only be said that he is not the only one in the world, but also heroes appear in the human race. Zuo Qiuwu is not the first or the last one who dares to draw his sword in Qiheng.

Now that Qinkuo Academy has been fighting for the competition once, Jiang Wang no longer hides his silence, so he simply makes the carriage and asks directly.

This sentence "refining demons for fun" made Fu Huan say nothing about it for a while.

The difficulty of killing demons is not a simple statement, but a profound bloody life in history!

Not to mention the distant future, how many years did the Holy Demon Lord, whose soul and soul, delay Hong Junyan's return in the battle?

Hong Junyan’s plan to “fight for the future” is actually the best time to start the game, which should be the first time Qi Xia’s battle for the world. If Xu Qiuci could survive until that time, he would not have to stay on the top of the eternal Holy Winter and sit at the opportunity.
To be continued...