Fantastic Fantasy: The Daughter of Cloud Raising Luck at the Opening

Goose feathers are snowing heavily, flying all night.

Dingshan County has entered a severe winter.

The distant mountains are the same color, and the streets are quiet, only the sound of shuttles stepping on the thick snowflakes can be vaguely heard.

As the closest city to the border, the winter in Dingshan County comes earlier.

In the attic of several floors in the center of the city.

Tong Xiangyu was lying on the bed near the window, looking out the window lazily.

She was wearing a tight-fitting dark purple cheongsam, highlighting her graceful figure. The slit of the cheongsam was very low, revealing two slender jade legs stacked together, showing a seductive demeanor.

The hair was casually loose, and the willow eyebrows were raised slightly, adding a different style to the already beautiful face.

"Xiao Lan, is there anything interesting recently?"

Xiaolan, who was sitting in the room dealing with the bills, was stunned for a moment, and after thinking for a while, she said, "There really is one."

"tell me the story."

Tong Xiangyu stuffed her fingers into her full vermilion lips and bit them lightly.

She is like a blooming poppy, a ripe peach, and a blooming rose, exuding her own intoxicating charm.

If a man saw this scene, he would definitely shout that he couldn't bear it, but in front of Xiao Lan, the lady was just walking naughty and biting her fingers.

"Miss, do you remember the child from before?"

"How many times have I said, don't call me miss, call me shopkeeper."

Tong Xiangyu glanced out the window, there are too many children who come every day, she can't remember how many.

"Which child?"

"It's the one who rejected the young master of the Zhang family because of him."

"Don't call me Miss!"

Tong Xiangyu snorted coldly, "He, what's wrong with the Second Young Master that the Wei family doesn't want?"

"Got it, miss."

Xiaolan responded first, then took a brush to sign on the account book, and said, "A few days ago, he made a life-and-death agreement with a monk of the second stage of five glory at Wei's house."

"died?"

Tong Xiangyu asked indifferently.

Although that kid was able to break through to the Five Brilliance Realm at that time, it was almost impossible to defeat a monk in the Five Brilliant Second Realm in such a short period of time.

Unless what he awakened was spirituality.

But awakening to become a spirit walker requires extremely terrifying spiritual power, that is, divine consciousness. That day, Tong Xiangyu took a general look at it, and Wei Zi'an was really ordinary.

Her behavior that day was nothing more than a random act, a small emotional outburst during those few days of each month.

"No, he won."

"Oh, it's normal to die..."

Tong Xiangyu straightened up abruptly, the waves on her chest were turbulent, and there were seductive ripples.

"What?! He won."

"Yes." Xiaolan said calmly, "What's even more surprising is that Wei Zian disappeared after he escaped from home."

She added: "It's like disappearing from the world."

"Is it the Murong family?"

Tong Xiangyu, who was a little shocked, lay down again, a little surprised in his heart.

How did this kid defeat the Five Glory Second Realm?

"It's really possible." Xiao Lan said: "After all, except for them, no one has such abilities."

"Miss, do you know that Wei Zi'an defeated the second-level five-yao who took the Explosive Blood Pill with his cultivation base at the second-level five-yao level."

"Now it's spreading that Wei Zi'an is an unborn genius."

"But I saw it the other day, and he is indeed a waste tire. Maybe Miss really picked up the treasure."

Hearing this, Tong Xiangyu was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "Prepare the horse."

"what?"

Xiaolan asked suspiciously, "Go, go to Wei's house?"

"Ah."

While talking, Tong Xiangyu stood up wrapped in a light gauze, and a trace of white and greasy spring could be vaguely seen in the gaps of the gauze.

The beautiful face outlines a moving arc.

"Go and stand up for our good friend."

……

"Cough cough."

The pale Wei Zian sat up from the bed and tightened his cotton shirt.

Obviously, this is the clothes Murong Ya prepared for herself, and it is much better than the previous one in terms of material and warmth.

Open the window, everything is white.

"call……"

It's snowing again.

Wei Zian was suddenly worried about his thatched cottage.

The wind was very strong last night, and flowers fell everywhere in the yard.

My dilapidated thatched hut might not survive this winter.

Suddenly, Wei Zian spotted the woman in the corner of the courtyard.

At this time, Murong Ya was sitting in the corner, facing the withered branches and leaves of wintersweet.

There was a drawing board in front of him, and the overwhelmed woman was seriously painting and drawing.

Murong Ya held the pen, pursed her lips, and slightly frowned.

A bright red cloak covered her body, adding a touch of warmth to the white sky.

The paintings in front of me, the courtyard walls, ancient buildings, falling snow, wintersweet and the faint shadows behind the open windows.

All other places have been colored, leaving only the lonely wintersweet.

"Is it white or red..."

Murong Ya, who was a bit entangled, didn't start writing for a long time, and always felt that it was not good to think of any one.

"Since you have to use them all, why not use them all."

The voice behind him made Murong Ya shrink her neck like a frightened little animal, she turned her head and saw Wei Zian's figure in a daze.

"Why did you come out, go back to the house, it's cold outside."

Wei Zian shook his head with a smile, and reached for the remaining brushes on the table next to him.

"Can I make a tip for you?"

For some reason, seeing Wei Zian's serious expression, Murong Ya nodded in a strange way.

Normally, she would never allow others to tamper with her paintings.

However, he seems to be very serious...

Looking at Wei Zian's expression, the sharp-edged face is like a sharp sword separating white and black.

And like the sun born in the dark night...

Bright and warm, hot without being harsh.

"All right."

Wei Zi'an put down his brush, clapped his hands and looked at Murong Ya, "What do you think?"

On the winter plum, there are many red and white flowers, and a warm sun is rising in the distance.

Red and white intersect, and it is hard to tell whether it is a painting or reality for a while.

"very good."

Murong Ya smiled, her moving face was more beautiful than a painting, more beautiful than a flower.

"yawn!"

The stunned Wei Zian was stunned when he heard the voice, and quickly took off his cotton robe and put it on Murong Ya.

Just at this time Murong Ya raised her hand, and the two of them touched a little bit, and immediately, Murong Ya's cheeks flew.

Wei Zi'an's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was like a deer bumping around.

As if returning to the summer in high school, the ignorant teenager shouted loudly to express his love.

"Thank you."

Murong Ya lowered her head and forgot to ask Wei Zi'an to put on her clothes.

"Aren't you a monk?"

Suddenly, Wei Zian was stunned.

Murong Ya's body didn't have the slightest aura fluctuation, but she gave me the feeling that she was as dazzling as a bright pearl.

With only knowledge, Wei Zian couldn't understand this phenomenon.

"No."

The slightly silent Murong Ya raised her head and said with a smile, "I can't practice."

"...I can't practice either."

Wei Zi'an felt a pain in his heart, "Aren't you a monk of the Five Brilliance Realm now?"

"Do you want to practice?"

"I can't practice..."

Murong Ya lowered her head, looking a little lonely.

"You saved me."

Wei Zi'an said softly: "I will let you practice."

"If not, then I will protect you for the rest of my life."

As if a crisp bell rang in Murong Ya's mind, she raised her head with a flustered expression.

"I, I'll go first."

After speaking, he left the courtyard without looking back.

Opening his mouth, Wei Zian, who hesitated to speak, turned his head to look at the drawing on the drawing board. In the small room behind Lamei, the black shadow was hot and bright.