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- The sword spirit was angry, and Yang Fengnian was helpless.
If Sword Spirit is still the wretched uncle he was before, Yang Fengnian can sarcastically and bicker with her.
However, since the sword spirit transformed into a beautiful woman in a red dress, Yang Fengnian could no longer hold back her words no matter how dirty her heart was.
And, as time goes by, Sword Spirit becomes more and more like a woman with a delicate mind.
The feelings become more and more abundant as time goes by.
Since the day when Yang Fengnian first came to Fuzi Village, she called Nie Xiaoqian his first wife.
Sword Spirit¡¯s attitude towards him became very cold.
When I saw him in the Mountains and Rivers painting, he also had a frosty face, an extremely cold expression.
He didn¡¯t even look at Yang Fengnian, as if he was jealous to the extreme.
In response, Yang Fengnian could only cover his forehead with his hands and sighed helplessly.
Why¡¡
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The next morning, the sun shines brightly.
The long-lost blue appeared in the sky that finally cleared up.
The gushing red sun in the east shed thousands of golden lights, dyeing the entire snow-capped undead jungle a golden red.
The squirrels are jumping happily on the branches in the forest. Occasionally I would jump under a tree, glance around vigilantly, and then carefully dig out one or two pine cones buried deep in the snow from the thick snow.
Later, when the sound of wind blowing and falling snow came from the forest, the squirrel quickly followed the trunk and drilled into the tree hole.
On the tree branches, thick snow fell, swirling and crystal clear. In the early morning sunshine, it sparkled like silver sand falling from the branches.
Amid the falling snow, you can vaguely see the treehouse deep in the woods, built on an ancient tree that cannot be hugged by ten people. The ice hangs low and shines like a dragon palace in a fairy tale world.
With a creak, the wooden door of the tree house slowly opened.
When I opened the window, the snow on the wooden door fell one after another.
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????: A handsome scholar wearing a green gown, with a face like a crown jade, slowly walked out.
? Stretching your arms, closing your eyes, and taking a deep breath of the cold air in the jungle, you feel refreshed.
"Whoever wakes up from a big dream first, I know it in my life! Good weather!"
After reciting a poem that existed in his memory, Yang Fengnian tapped his foot lightly. As light as a swallow, he flew down from the tree and landed on the snow on the ground without leaving a single footprint.
Drawing out the ancient sword with flashing blue light and extremely sharp edge, Ning Xin calmed down.
With his body as straight as a green pine, he took a deep breath and slowly waved his sword.
A gust of breeze blew, and the snow on the ground started to rise.
The crystal clear snow particles, following the ancient sword in Yang Fengnian's hand, surrounded Yang Fengnian in a mysterious and strange way, spinning and twinkling.
In a world covered in silver, the scholar in blue shirt dancing lightly with a sword forms the most beautiful picture of a fairy in this peaceful morning in the devil world.
When Yang Fengnian stopped with the long sword in his hand, the countless snow particles surrounding him that shone with dazzling light suddenly stopped. Then, it landed gently on Yang Fengnian's body.
At this time, a crystal snowflake fell gently on the tree with the wind.
Yang Fengnian, who closed his eyes and concentrated, holding a long sword, felt a slight movement in his heart, slowly raised his hand, and waved it gently.
The sharp sword edge swept across.
The snowflake broke into six pieces.
"Four swords, cut the snow, done!"
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When I returned to the house, the room was still empty.
The rising sunlight shines through the window and shines on the empty living room.
Quiet, but lacking a touch of warmth.
Yang Fengnian changed her clothes and sat at the table by the window. After waiting for a while, Nie Xiaoqian still didn't come out.
He was puzzled and frowned.
Then he got up and walked towards Nie Xiaoqian's cabin.
Knocked on the door, but there was no response.
Knocked again, still no response.
Just when Yang Fengnian was about to knock on the door for the third time, a loud bang suddenly came from the room, like the sound of something heavy hitting the door.
Yang Fengnian, who was raising his hand to knock on the door, was startled by the trembling door.
He quickly took a step back and looked dumbfounded at the still trembling door.
What's going on?
earthquake?
"I'm in?"
Yang Fengnian cleared her throat and asked tentatively in a low voice.
After waiting for a while, Nie Xiaoqian¡¯s answer was not heard.
Yang Fengnian frowned and thought about it seriously, and said to himself: If you don't object, you will acquiesce.
Then, he raised his hand and gently pushed the door open.
Through the open gap, I took a look at the back room.
Seeing Nie Xiaoqian curled up on the bed, covered with quilt, as motionless as an angry child, Yang Fengnian was startled and laughed dumbly. Holding your breath, you walked in gently, closed the door, and tiptoed towards the bed.
When he arrived, Yang Fengnian stretched out his hand and gently touched Nie Xiaoqian's exposed arm. Seeing that the other party was still motionless, he suppressed laughter and said softly: "Beauty, get up!"
On the bed, Nie Xiaoqian shook her arms, snorted, and pulled the quilt higher.
Seeing this scene, a strange smile flashed in Yang Fengnian's eyes. He stood up gently, then stretched out his hand and grabbed one leg of the quilt.
Then¡¡
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Pull hard.
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"ah¡¡"
In the treehouse, the woman¡¯s panicked screams resounded.
"Wow¡¡"
This was Yang Fengnian¡¯s incredible voice of surprise.
In the warm spring-like boudoir, Nie Xiaoqian was wearing only a loose piece of obscene clothing. She was shivering and pulling on the quilt. She looked at Yang Fengnian opposite with shame and anger. She raised her hand to cover her eyes, but the gaps between her fingers were open.
Her pretty face is as red as if it were on fire. When I was even more ashamed and angry, I spoke in a crying tone: "You, you, you are not allowed to look!"
Yang Fengnian covered her eyes with her hands, but the gaps between her fingers were extremely wide. Two bright eyes, hidden behind the fingers, stared motionlessly at the beauty in front of them, under the pink lingerie, with undulating breasts and jade-like skin.
After gurgling, after swallowing a spit, Yang Fengnian widened his eyes, and his mouth was like a dream, and his mouth was unclear: "I didn't look!"
Seeing Yang Fengnian¡¯s squinting eyes, Nie Xiaoqian felt angry and ashamed, and her pretty face suddenly turned a charming pink.
Two small white jade-like hands tightly grasped the leopard skin quilt and blocked it firmly against the chest.
However, how can a leopard print quilt cover up the magnificent scenery?
" Moreover, with the woman's rapid breathing, the originally undulating beauty became even more like a stormy sea.
"Turn your head around!"
Seeing that Yang Fengnian, who usually looks like a gentleman, now looks like a standard disciple,
Nie Xiaoqian felt so helpless that she could only blush and beg softly.
Yang Fengnian put down his hand and looked at it carefully, well, again.
Then he reluctantly withdrew his gaze, turned his head, and turned his back to Nie Xiaoqian.
Nie Xiaoqian, who was panicked by Yang Fengnian's fiery gaze, turned around when she saw him. He quickly grabbed his clothes and prepared to put them on.
But just when she put down the quilt but before she could put on her clothes.
That hateful man turned his head away without even saying hello.
He still had that blazing gaze, but his expression was upright and awe-inspiring.
I saw the scholar sitting in front of me, after looking at myself up and down, with a serious expression, he asked: "Do you want my help?"
Nie Xiaoqian, who was pretty and blushing, trembled after hearing this. He stared blankly at the scholar staring at him with a smile on his face, feeling confused.
The warm wind blew, and the atmosphere in the boudoir was extremely ambiguous.
I don¡¯t know when, the thin shirt in Nie Xiaoqian¡¯s hand fell to the ground lightly.
The rising sunlight shines through the cracks in the window and shines warmly on the blue dress that fell to the ground.
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