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"Can you exchange it for something you want?" Feng Yuhuan moved the bead closer to the eyes, looked carefully, and there was a faint golden glow in the blue eyes.

Di Shang looked at him quietly, and it took a while to interrupt the villain's focused gaze softly, "Then what does Huan'er want?" What was the reason for holding it in front of him? It was simply because I wanted to be nice to someone. After living for so many years, this was the first time I had such an idea.

"...I haven't thought it through yet..." After all, I'm just a child, and it's extremely difficult to make a decision immediately when faced with a serious decision. Seeing Feng Yuhuan clutching the golden spirit bead, he looked embarrassed Di Shang wanted to rub him into his arms again.

"Let's borrow some of Huan'er's hair." Di Shang held Feng Yuhuan's little hand with one hand, and looked at him with deep meaning.

"What do you want this for?" Feng Yuhuan responded, but his movements were unambiguous, holding five or six strands of hair in his left hand, and pulled them out, "Hiss..."

"Take it easy! It's not that much!" Di Shang was taken aback, and hurriedly took the strands of hair from his hands, and looked carefully, each strand was torn off from the scalp, so it's no wonder it didn't hurt. "It's stupid, won't it be cut off in the middle?" He rubbed Feng Yuhuan's scalp distressedly, and then took five from his own head in the same way, and held it in his hand gently , "It's all right now, it's perfect."

"This is..." Feng Yuhuan looked at the lock of hair in puzzlement. His hair was darker and thinner than Di Shang's, but both of them had the best hair quality. Putting it together is actually a bit eye-catching, but this can't change the fact that it's just hair, what can it do with hair.

However, Di Shang seemed to cherish the things he was holding in his hand. He flipped through them for a long time before putting them in his palms. He clasped his palms together and twisted them ten times. The ten strands of hair were tightly entwined. One fell.

"This..." Just as Feng Yuhuan was about to ask a question, he saw that he bit his finger and pinched his hair, allowing a drop of blood to slide from the root of the hair to the tip of the hair, and a faint black and purple light flashed , The original ordinary black hair turned into a slender silver-white rope.

Di Shang looked at it for a while, held one end of the thin thread quite satisfied, pierced a hole in the golden spirit bead with his bare hands, aligned the two ends of the thread, leaned over and tied it around Feng Yuhuan's flawless neck, He put on the long wire, and made a dead button in a wicked way, "This is a unique secret that I just learned today, and I used it on Huan'er. I will carry this with me from now on, and I can exchange it for anything I want."

"Didn't you not open the spiritual vein?" Twisting the rope around his neck, Feng Yuhuan looked disgusted, but he didn't intend to take him down. For reference, it's just a trick to force out the original color of a certain object. It's just wearing a spirit bead as a chain, why use hair?

"I'm not going to hide it from you, so I opened it." Di Shang lowered his head and sniffed the side of Feng Yuhuan's neck, not in a good mood. ..." He was stunned for a moment when he uttered this sentence, such innocent love words, how could it be said by the Patriarch of the Di Family, if his former subordinates knew about it, they would probably not believe it.

But... this feeling is really not bad, Di Shang gently raised the corners of his lips, and he felt better. He decided to follow his heart and go. He doesn't like children, men, and women, but , the one in front of me is an exception since two lifetimes!

Seeing the obvious doubts in Feng Yuhuan's beautiful eyes, Di Shang laughed happily and couldn't help rubbing his head, "I didn't smell it carefully just now, Huan'er seems to have a particularly pleasant smell. The smell, don't move yet." He said, and moved his mouth up again.

Feng Yuhuan finally came to his senses, wiped his head away, and said coldly: "Get up, it stinks, I don't want to take a bath again."

"You have to wash the dishes before leaving!" He kicked the threshold angrily, with a cold pretty face, and left mercilessly, but he never mentioned the spirit hanging around his neck from the beginning to the end. Bead thing.

"...It's really a little awkward." Di Shang shook his head with a smile, turned around and resigned to his fate, washed the dishes away, and then threw them into the big water tank without blinking...

When Qiuman saw the kitchen the next day, the expression on his face could be described as "colorful". He took a deep breath, looked up to the sky and sighed,

"This... who did it?!..."

On the east side, in Feng Yuhuan's room, Di Shang frowned, and hugged the person in his arms tighter.

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eight years later,

The scenery in the Lost Land of Snowland is always white, stretching as far as the eye can see, the white sky and the white snow field, even the trees that should be green are covered in white, and the fruits they bear are crystal clear, as if covering the entire snow field .

There are springs, summers, autumns and winters in the snowy region, but no matter how warm the sun is, it cannot melt the ice and snow here.

Di Shang was wearing Qiuman's new cloth clothes, the simplicity of plain gray could not reduce the sharp arrogance brought by his overly handsome facial features, coupled with the invisible spiritual coercion, it made people dare not approach him.

"Mr. Bai is so considerate. He doesn't know how to prepare a few more clothes for me." Di Shang tugged at the plain clothes on his body with a look of disgust. He has been training in the melting cave for several years. A new piece of clothing will be made every day, and then it will be ten days, twenty days, fifty days... By now, he can completely withstand the high temperature and pressure of the molten cave, and only the last piece of clothes is left .

He looked down at the snow under his feet and kept muttering. When Feng Yuhuan was picked up by his brother six years ago, Di Shang happened to be practicing in the melting cave. It was so cold that even Taoist Bai didn't dare to talk to him.But even so, there is a rule that cannot be changed, that is, you must reach the fourth stage of the sky level before you can go out to the snow area.

When Feng Yuhuan was picked up back then, he just reached the fourth stage of the heavenly level. It is not impossible for an 11-year-old child to reach the fourth stage of the heavenly level. The concept of a fool will not be clear. This can no longer be called a genius, it is difficult for thousands of years What a genius!

The person he likes is very capable, and Di Shang feels that he is honored, but how can he allow himself to be inferior to the person he loves when he is used to being in power, so he obtained it from Bai Daoist from time to time. Sustained by the news about Feng Yuhuan, Di Shang has always been impulsive and did not go out to find him. After living in isolation for another six years, he raised his spiritual power to the super-advanced realm of the second-order Xuan without distraction , and swallowed the remaining half of the "Ling Buddha" yesterday, completely draining the accumulated toxins in the body.

Di Shang turned his eyes slightly to the left. Over the years, the most quiet thing is this old antique in his ring. Oh, by the way, there is also the father of the original body. He hasn't visited him once in eight years, isn't it? Is this baby very precious?It seems that's just the case... He didn't have any illusions about family affection, and now he just sneered from the attitude of a bystander.

"Hey, I don't know how Huan'er is doing now, how much taller she has grown... She didn't tell me when she left, and she didn't even write a letter after such a long time..."

Just as he was complaining, Di Shang suddenly heard a slight sound coming from behind him, he couldn't help but sighed, and skillfully raised his hand and waved it back lightly.

"Ouch!" Qiu Man, who was approaching Di Shang with great care, was slapped five steps away by the target person as hard as repelling mosquitoes, and rolled away by the way.

Di Shang didn't look back, and only commented coldly: "I don't have a long memory."

"Boss, you know I'm the one who won't be merciful." Qiu Man stood up and rubbed his buttocks which had been dropped countless times, with an aggrieved tone.

"It's just because I know it's you that I need to be cruel." Di Shang is indifferent to someone's pity. He has finally seen Qiuman's latent M-shaking physique in the past few days, which can be called infinite extension level. After the sneak attack failed, the scene of being slapped into meatloaf by oneself was basically staged several times a day.

However, this brat doesn't have a long memory at all, and he still wants to stick it to himself when he has nothing to do. There doesn't seem to be any smell on him that attracts trembling.

"Don't be like this, I'm trying to cultivate the relationship between the two of you." Qiu Man's thick-skinned physique broke out, and regardless of Di Shang's attitude, he still approached with a smile.

"I heard from Master that tomorrow is Yun Huanlu's ten-year martial arts meeting, and the scene must be spectacular." Qiu Man carefully moved to Di Shang's side, and moved again, and then received his message. After a Xiao Sha-like cold stare, he obediently sat still.

"What is Wulinghui?" Di Shang said that he was ten years old when he came through, and his previous memory is very vague, and the original owner was a fool, so there is no memory fragment of going to Wulinghui.

"Boss, you don't know, you don't even know about the Wuling Association, and I went there once with the master!" Qiu Man's eyes widened, and a pair of amber eyes were full of disbelief.

Di Shang was too lazy to deal with him, so he said in a cold voice, "Say."

The aura of a superior who combined the aura of the two worlds rushed towards him, and Qiuman was more than just scared to pee, so someone shook his heart and did it all.

"Actually, when I was young, I can't remember clearly, but I felt that there were quite a lot of people..."

"..." Di Shang didn't talk nonsense, he stood up and went back to the house, he was afraid that he couldn't help but destroy this guy, and it would be difficult for Taoist Bai to explain.

"Hey! Boss, don't go, I haven't finished yet... There are so many people, and there are quite a lot of things. It happens that the master is not here. Why don't we go down and have a look, and we can buy some new clothes for you. ..."

As the sun sets, Qiu Man's indomitable and indomitable figure elongates.