"But... This usage is very suitable for those guys in the Blood Demon Palace in reality." As soon as Ke Xiaoliang opened his mind, he vaguely developed another concept, but it has not yet fully formed.

"It's really... Why do you always think about harming the lovely Blood Demon Palace monk? This must be influenced by the Ten Demon Sects. I need the righteous lady to calm down the restless demon heart with her broad chest." Ke Xiaoliang stood up with a smile and shook his head.

The afterglow of the sunset passed through the flower bowl on the eaves, and mottled on Ke Xiaoliang's handsome face, with a lazy and free smell.

When the girl in white was crossing the bridge, she saw this scene, and her heart was inexplicably beaten, and a blush flashed across her face.

Ancient folk songs were spread from the other end of the street to Ke Xiaoliang's dim sum shop.

Under the night that is about to fall, the lights are also particularly bright.

Today is the Fire Festival of the Black Clan in Licheng.

People would set up various torches upstream of the Lishui River, then lit them, place them on paper or straw boats as strong as possible, and float down the river.

Of course, there will be people who will be responsible for watching along the coast to avoid causing fires.

According to legend, the further the torch floats on the water, the wider the dark river surface illuminates, the more you will be blessed by the goddess of the snow-capped mountains.

Some disciples from Cuiyun Mountain will also get involved in it because of the lively festival.

"It's so lively!"

"Speaking of this, should I make festivals occasionally and create some atmosphere in my world?"

"As we all know, all festivals are for consumption. If a special festival is ready, the harvest will be ten or even hundreds of times that of weekdays." Ke Xiaoliang stood in front of the window, thinking about his own business methods.

"Hey!" A figure suddenly rushed out of the corner beside him, trying to scare Ke Xiaoliang.

But Ke Xiaoliang smiled and turned his head, looking at the visitor with aggressive eyes.

Although it starts as a friend, you must never fix yourself in the position of a friend.

Always remind someone that there is something between men and women and that he covets her. This is not an offense, but a silent hint.

Of course... we need to grasp and grasp the scale.

Fortunately, Ke Xiaoliang was not in a hurry, he had plenty of time.

"Aren't you caught by your senior sister?"

"I thought, at least you would have to escape after tomorrow." Ke Xiaoliang said to Yang Zhenzhen, resolving the embarrassment at that moment in his seemingly chattering tone.

A qualified Aquaman can always be free to control and release.

Yang Zhenzhen breathed a little relieved, but her heartbeat was very strong.

Then he raised his nose proudly and said proudly: "Senior sister! How can I hold me back? I used a doll talisman to deceive her."

Ke Xiaoliang said strangely: "Doll Talisman? What did you turn into yourself? You are not afraid of being exposed."

Yang Zhenzhen continued to say proudly: "I put the doll talisman on my Xiangxiang."

Xiangxiang is a pet raised by Yang Zhenzhen, a little spirit pig.

"Yes... You have a very clear understanding of yourself and are very pleased with your husband." Ke Xiaoliang said.

"For...for...for...for husband?" Yang Zhenzhen was startled by the sudden attack.

Before I could escape or make a quibble, I heard Ke Xiaoliang say, "Being a husband? Do you think so? Am I not talking about being a father? OK! Yang Zhenzhen! I want to be your father, but you want me to be your husband. I treat you as my daughter, but you want to sleep with me?"

Ke Xiaoliang stared at Yang Zhenzhen with an incredible look.

Yang Zhenzhen's qi slapped his hands continuously, and with eighteen palms, he attacked Ke Xiaoliang with continuous and fierce attacks.

But Ke Xiaoliang grabbed his little hand and held it in his hand.

"Let's go! Let's go and see people set the torches!" Ke Xiaoliang said, jumped over the window and pulled Yang Zhenzhen to the upper part of the Lishui River.

The two came upstream, near the city's border, and there were a large crowd of people.

The people in black wearing black clothes are tying torches that symbolize light on a strong straw boat or paper boat.

Torches of various shapes were lit one after another.

One small boat after another floated down the river.

"In the legend of the Black Clan, the goddess of the Snow Mountain is attached to the God of Fire in the sky, so she melts herself into Lishui and flows in the land of Yunzhou. Yang Zhenzhen! Do you think the God of Fire knows the God of the Snow Mountain to him?" Ke Xiaoliang asked.

Yang Zhenzhen blinked her big eyes, a little confused.

Although she has a despicable body, her heart is like a piece of white paper, and she has not yet woken up some things.

Although Ke Xiaoliang is the devil of the Ten Demon Sect, he adheres to the style of his master and does not enjoy using force.

If it is just for the pleasure of those few hours, it is better to travel to the sea of ​​spiritual energy with your spirit when practicing.

Yang Zhenzhen thought about it and replied: "I must know!"

"Even if I didn't know at first, Lishui has been flowing in Yunzhou for tens of thousands of years, and now I know it. I think maybe they are living happily together."

Ke Xiaoliang laughed when he heard this.

No follow-up comments were made.

Some people like to pull seedlings to encourage growth.

But some people like to maintain their immaturity and innocence.

Flowers will bloom again, but people will no longer be innocent.

"Let's go! Let's also rig the torches to make the fire light brighter."

"Perhaps because of our help, the Snow Mountain Goddess and the Fire God can be together more smoothly and longer," said Ke Xiaoliang.

At the same time, Ke Xiaoliang's inner arrangements for the new activities also have a more complete logic and standard.

"Love is the source of all thoughts. Love, hate, jealousy, greed, lust, and madness... Many of them are related to love and cannot be separated from it."

"So the activity can be based on a certain custom, but the final destination must be emotion."

"The most vulgar things are the most popular. Things that everyone seems to be able to touch are the most out of reach and the most heartbreaking."

A beautiful singing suddenly came from the river bank in the distance.

The person who sang was a woman, and the one she used to accompani the black seven-string unique to the black clan.

The tone is melodious and crisp.

Ke Xiaoliang couldn't understand the lyrics.

It uses the language of the black clan.

Ke Xiaoliang asked Yang Zhenzhen: "Do you understand the meaning of the lyrics?"

Yang Zhenzhen blushed, but she still honestly translated: "My hot lover, please melt my ice and snow with your warm chest. I am willing to lose my eyes until it is steamed into clouds and embrace you."

"So beautiful!" Ke Xiaoliang looked at Yang Zhenzhen and said.

This time, his eyes didn't float down... although he thought.

Yang Zhenzhen pulled her little hand back with force.

Then he looked around and said, "I...I'm going back! Otherwise, my senior sister would see it."

Ke Xiaoliang smiled and nodded: "Okay! Go!"

"By the way! I'll make a sip of crispy with ten different floral flavors tomorrow. Do you want to try it?"

Yang Zhenzhen turned around and turned first was the pair of big babies. She nodded quickly: "I want it! I want it!"

After saying that, he lifted up his skirt and ran quickly towards Cuiyun Mountain. He didn't notice that he tripped up a stone. With the unstable center of gravity, he almost fell down with the ability of a monk.

Looking at Yang Zhenzhen's embarrassing look, Ke Xiaoliang smiled happily.
Chapter completed!