It's late at night and everyone is asleep.
Outside the window, the cold wind is howling and snowflakes are flying.
The pedestrians on the road had long disappeared, leaving only some messy footprints, which were gradually covered by the raging wind and snow.
Outside the closed city gate, several figures stopped.
Then, some went to the inn, and some just found a cave to spend the night.
On this freezing night, there are always people who spend their nights in loneliness and coldness.
In the Qin Mansion.
Miss Qin II, wearing a snow-white fox fur coat, stood delicately and gently in front of the window, staring at the snowflakes outside in a daze.
After a long time, he closed the window and returned to bed.
Lingchan Moon Palace.
In the dark room, Xia Chan sat alone in the corner, hugging her knees, silent.
In the room on the other side.
Bai Ling was wearing a pink dress and had a pair of pink and delicate feet bare. She was sitting in the curtain, holding nail polish made from pollen and painting her toenails very carefully.
The petite and cute pink toes soon had a few bright red streaks of color.
And in the pavilion in the back garden.
Miss Qin was still wearing a white dress, sitting there quietly, unafraid of the wind and snow, with a serene expression, and no one knew what she was thinking about.
The cold wind blows, and the black hair dances.
Snowflakes floated into the pavilion with the wind, landing on her white skirt, on the black hair that fell around her slender waist, and on her flawless face, feeling icy cold.
West Lake, among the lotus flowers.
Snowflakes are falling and the lake is quiet and silent.
Long Er, wearing a black dress, was squatting on a green lotus leaf with her snow-white feet bare. She was playing with water out of boredom and muttering to herself, "My lord, what do I want you to do in order to mate with Long Er?"
She lowered her head to look at the red rope and bell tied around her ankle, then looked at her own snow-white and delicate feet. Then, with a "splash", she scooped up a handful of water and sprinkled it on the instep of her feet.
The water drops fall, crystal clear.
The jade feet under the black skirt are even whiter and more attractive.
She bent down with her head down, her hair hanging down, and her pretty and charming face and the flickering red dot between her eyebrows were reflected in the calm lake water.
At the foot of the mountain of Qingyun Temple.
Linghu Qingzhu, dressed in green, did not leave, but found an open area and practiced sword in the wind and snow.
In the falling snowflakes, her figure became increasingly blurred.
border.
A military camp thirty kilometers away from Mo City.
In the tent, a fire was burning and cigarette smoke was rising.
Nangong Huoyue, dressed in a fiery red dress, was sitting in front of the table, frowning as she read the letter sent from Kyoto.
After a long time.
She closed her eyes and rested for a moment, then opened her eyes again, thought for a while, and took out the message.
There are several messages on it.
Xiaoyue, are you okay
Xiaoyue, Sister Yue said I'm about to break through to the Spiritual Severing Realm
Dear sister, please remember to reply when you see this. Your brother is worried about you.
Nangong Huoyue looked at the last message, a hint of coldness and sarcasm in her eyes, she snorted coldly and threw the jade on the table.
But soon, she picked it up again and looked at the second message.
"Are you about to break through to the Spiritual Severing Realm again?"
She narrowed her eyes, tried to hold back, but couldn't help it after all, and replied directly: How did you practice? Even if it is a thunder spirit body, it can't be so fast all the time, right
As soon as the message was sent, she paused and immediately withdrew it.
The tone seems a little bad.
A look of confusion appeared on her face and she struggled for a long time in her heart. Finally, she put down the jade and her soul left her body.
Brother, you are awesome. I miss you, but I have something to do and can't go to see you. When I finish my work, I will go to see you, okay
After sending the message, she immediately dropped the jade and returned to her body.
Then he vomited and gritted his teeth, "Disgusting! I'm so... Xiaoyue is so disgusting! You're just a dog licker!"
“Woo—”
At this moment, a low horn sounded suddenly from outside the tent.
The demon tribe is invading!
“Swish!”
Nangong Huoyue stood up suddenly, a red light flashed on her body, and the fiery red dress immediately turned into dark red armor, and suddenly there was a flaming spear in her hand!
The tip of the gun was wrapped in flames, and a bright red flame mark appeared between her brows!
The sky was dark and the wind and snow continued.
Inn, in the room.
Nangong Meijiao was sitting on the bed, her pair of snow-white and beautiful feet exposed.
Luo Qingzhou was squatting beside the bed, gently massaging her red and swollen ankles with a serious and focused expression on his face.
The redness and swelling disappeared quickly.
Luo Qingzhou took out the ointment from the storage bag and prepared to apply it on her.
Nangong Meijiao immediately struggled and said, "No, it's sticky and uncomfortable."
Luo Qingzhou advised: "Apply the medicine, it will heal faster."
Nangong Meijiao snorted, "I won't apply it. You can rub it for me all night, and it will heal faster."
Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to stand up and said, "Forget it, let's go to sleep."
Nangong Meijiao immediately said: "Chu Feiyang, are you going to let this princess sleep on such a dirty bed? Are you willing to do that?"
Luo Qingzhou glanced at the bedding and sheets on the bed, so he had no choice but to reach out and pick her up, put her on the chair in the corner, and said, "Then let me change the quilt?"
Then he asked, "Will the princess dislike my quilt?"
Nangong Meijiao snorted coldly: "Of course I would despise you. Who knows if you have ever slept with someone else's dirty woman?"
Then he ordered, "Come here and stretch out your hands."
Seeing her touching the storage ring, Luo Qingzhou reacted, hurriedly moved closer, bent down and stretched out his hand.
“Swish!”
Two quilts suddenly appeared on his arms.
And a pillow.
There was actually a pale purple curtain on the pillow.
Nangong Meijiao then said, "Go and change everything, otherwise this princess won't sleep."
Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to say much. He first put the things into his storage ring, then went over to remove the curtains on the bed, took away all the sheets, quilts and pillows, and piled them on the chair at the door.
Then, he took out the curtains from the storage ring and hung them on the bed. He then took out the sheets, quilts and other things and spread them on the bed.
A familiar fragrance wafts into my nose.
After Luo Qingzhou was ready, he went over to pick up Nangong Meijiao, put her on the bed, and said, "Okay, Princess, go to sleep."
Nangong Meijiao looked at him and asked, "What about you?"
Luo Qingzhou said: "I'm not sleepy, I'll just go lie down on the chair for a while, I still have to chat with Senior Zhu Yan tonight."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Nangong Meijiao suddenly stretched out her long legs, and clamped her two long, straight legs around his waist, and said angrily, "Don't leave!"
After saying that, she suddenly exerted force with her legs, pulled him down on the bed, and pressed him on top of her.
Just as Luo Qingzhou was about to stand up, Nangong Meijiao stretched out her arms and hugged his neck, her towering chest heaving slightly. She glared at him and said, "Now that you've had your fun, you're starting to dislike this princess?"
"Princess..."
"Call me Meijiao!"
"Mei Jiao, I'm just afraid that if we sleep together, I might accidentally hurt your feet."
"Can't you be gentler?"
"… "
"I mean, I'm afraid I'll accidentally bump into it while I'm sleeping."
"Isn't that what I meant? Even if you want to touch me, you can do it lightly and gently, what do you think?"
Luo Qingzhou said nothing more.
Nangong Meijiao untied his belt, helped him take off his coat, and ordered, "Turn off the lights and come to sleep with me!"
Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to get out of bed and blow out the light.
Then he walked to the bed, lowered the curtains, took off his shoes and socks, got on the bed, and got into the quilt.
As soon as he lay down, the person next to him leaned into his arms, hugged him and said, "Hurry up and send a message to Senior Zhu Zhu, don't let him wait anxiously."
When Luo Qingzhou was about to take out the message, his eyes met hers in the darkness, and he suddenly said, "It's okay, I'll send it later. Princess, does your foot still hurt?"
Nangong Meijiao put her legs on him and said, "It hurts..."
Luo Qingzhou suggested: "Then I'll sleep over there and massage your feet?"
Nangong Meijiao narrowed her eyes: "No, I want to see... um..."
Before she could finish her words, Luo Qingzhou suddenly hugged her and kissed her little mouth.
Nangong Meijiao's body stiffened and she struggled for a few times, then hugged his neck tightly, closed her eyes, and began to respond.
The two hugged each other and kissed for a long time before gradually letting go.
Nangong Meijiao blushed, looked at him with blurry eyes for a while, and said softly: "Tonight..."
"no!"
Luo Qingzhou immediately refused: "It's not time yet."
"Brother Feiyang..."
"It's not okay to call me brother."
"Then call me Master and brother-in-law, okay?"
“Shut up!”
"How dare you be so mean to me?"
"What's wrong with you being fierce? I dare to bite you!"
"Hmm..."
Luo Qingzhou hugged her and kissed her for a while. When her body became weak and she couldn't speak, he let her go. Then he gently stroked her hair and coaxed her, "Go to sleep. Wait until everything is settled, then we can consider our affairs."
Nangong Meijiao's hot cheeks were pressed tightly against his neck. She rubbed it restlessly for a while before saying, "I regret it..."
Luo Qingzhou asked: "What do you regret?"
Nangong Meijiao snorted softly: "I regret letting you feel comfortable first."
Luo Qingzhou: “…”
"Go to sleep, go to sleep quickly, you have to get up early to go to the city tomorrow morning."
Luo Qingzhou stroked her soft hair and coaxed her softly.
Nangong Meijiao rubbed his neck and whispered for a while before gradually calming down.
Luo Qingzhou held her in his arms, feeling the softness of her delicate body and the fragrance of her young girl, and he couldn't fall asleep at all.
Waited for a while longer.
Seeing that she was breathing evenly and had fallen asleep, Luo Qingzhou gently took her hand away, then carefully turned around, with his back facing her, and took out the message.
Zhu Yan has sent a lot of messages.
Yangyang, talk to me!
Boy, if you go back on your word and ignore me, watch out for your head!
I am insomniac. I am so bored.
etc.
Luo Qingzhou quickly replied: Senior, I just got home, I'm really sorry
After sending it, I suddenly saw Xiaoyue’s message again.
He quickly replied: OK, Xiaoyue, I'm glad you're okay.
At this moment, Zhuzhu also sent a message: Are you home? Or are you lying with your princess fiancee in the inn
Luo Qingzhou replied: Has Master gone back
Zhuzhu quickly replied to the message: No, I'm practicing sword. Are you lying with her
Luo Qingzhou: Yes
Zhuzhu didn't reply.
Luo Qingzhou listened to the sound of snow outside, thought for a while, and sent another message to Sister Yue: Sister Yue, I didn't go to West Lake tonight. It's snowing and cold. Remember to wear more clothes and cover yourself with thicker clothes when you sleep.
After a moment, the message came back.
Sister Yue: Where are you
Luo Qingzhou hesitated for a moment and replied: At home
Sister Yue did not reply.
At this time, Zhu Yan and Xiao Yue sent messages at the same time.
Luo Qingzhou clicked on Xiaoyue’s first.
Xiaoyue: Good brother, do you miss me? I'm so busy lately, I miss you every night.
Luo Qingzhou said perfunctorily: I thought about it.
Just as the message was sent, he suddenly heard a breathing sound next to his ear. His heart tightened immediately and he turned around to look.
Nangong Meijiao, who should have been fast asleep, now had a pair of dark and cold eyes open, staring silently at the message in his hand.
The two looked at each other, and Luo Qingzhou's heart trembled.
A delicate hand suddenly grasped his vital point.
"Who is Xiaoyue? Who is Sister Yue? Who is Zhuzhu? If you can't explain it clearly tonight, then tomorrow... you don't have to get up."