White-haired Demon Lord and Senior Brother

◎Master's drawings◎

The breeze is sometimes strong and sometimes weak, gently blowing the strands of hair of the two of them. Zhu Yanfeng was afraid that the strands of silvery white hair hanging in front of his eyelashes would be accidentally licked and sent into the mouth together with the ice cream, so he would leave the strands for him. A few times, the bottom of my heart is also willing.

Huang Yan licked the ice cream halfway, then changed to the way of biting it, and ate it together with the crispy skin tube, maybe because he thought it was extra delicious, the corners of his lips raised slightly, showing a shallow smile.

Suddenly, he glanced at the remaining one in the basket out of the corner of his eye. Greed had never been wiped out in his heart. Before the ice cream melted, he opened his lips and said, "The one in the basket is always kept. Are you going to give it to me too?"

Before joining Qingluan City when they practiced together, Zhu Yanfeng already knew that he likes sweets, so he planned to give up his share and let him enjoy two, so he generously said: "Actually, it's all yours, I just Bring it here for you." After taking it out of the basket, he put it in his hand.

Holding the paper holder, Huang Yan licked the ice cream without hesitation. Not afraid of the cold, he took a small bite and put it in his mouth. He raised his eyes and looked into Zhu Yanfeng's eyes. The inside was completely melted, freed a hand, suddenly hooked his rear mirror, gently brought him to the tip of the nose, stuck his pure petals, and sent the ice cream into his mouth.

The coolness of the ice cream, the warmth of the cloves, the fusion of ice and fire, Zhu Yanfeng swallowed this lingering affection, took a bite of the ice cream, and put it into Huang Yan's mouth in an intimate way.

Huang Yan was very greedy, after swallowing this mouthful of ice cream, he plundered his double petals and cloves fiercely, even though the ice cream in his hand was slowly melting, moistening the crispy skin, he didn't care much.

There was still an hour before dusk, and there was a little bit of vitality in the main room in Jinling Pavilion.Several people gathered around a box and competed with each other. The command "rock-paper-scissors" rang non-stop for more than two hours. Most of the broken ice at the bottom of the box had melted. A stick of ice cream is in jeopardy.

Huang Yan just returned to Jinling Pavilion, walked into the main room to inspect, saw people in Jinling Pavilion fighting fists, approached them with hands behind their backs, stood behind them and looked around, then looked into the bottom of the box, then pinched the cuff of the wide sleeve with one hand, One hand simply reached into the bottom of the box and took the last ice cream.

Seeing the ice cream flying up, everyone in Jinling Pavilion looked at the ice cream in a panic until their eyes fell on Huang Yan's face, and immediately averted their eyes in fear, not daring to move.

With one hand behind his back, Huang Yan glanced at the ice cream in his hand, then at every face of everyone in Jinling Pavilion, and opened his lips: "This ice cream is so charming that you spent so much time fighting for it? "

Miao Jiahu was the first to blurt out boldly: "Report to Daqing! Because Daqing was not around when the ice cream was distributed, we were afraid of wasting it, so...but it's just a two-hour boxing match."

Huang Yan said solemnly: "Two hours is enough to read the content of a hundred victims." He secretly complained in his heart: Why are these boys not as promising as the children of Mufeng Club back then...

Everyone in Jinling Pavilion lowered their heads when they heard the words, not daring to speak out.

Huang Yan said again: "It's just an ice cream, whoever grabs it will take it." Then he waved his sleeves and threw the ice cream out.

Seeing this, everyone in Jinling Pavilion rushed forward to fight for it. The ice cream was thrown back and forth in mid-air, and finally landed on a big hand. The owner of that hand rushed out of the room with the ice cream in his hands.

The rest of the Jinling Pavilion people were stunned, and shouted dissatisfiedly at that figure: "Cen! Little! Five!"

Huang Yan announced: "This is what robbing should look like. From today onwards, boxing matches for this kind of thing are prohibited in Jinling Pavilion!" He added: "Before dinner, submit the report to Ben Daqing." Walk out of the main room with your hand and go to the ear room.

Lit the incense in the incense burner, let the incense mist linger in the room, Huang Yan then turned around, sat on the Maitreya couch, lay down on his side, propped his chin with one hand, and held the cup hanging around his neck with a red string with the other hand. The round jade pendant, with his fingertips rubbing the surface of the jade pendant from time to time, savoring this date, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and a bit of happiness and drunkenness leaked from his silver-gray eyes.

Even if he doesn't live as awe-inspiring as the head of Mufeng Society like he did back then, but the person he misses can be easily seen, so that's enough.

And Zhu Yanfeng was about to go to Ziyanzhai after the date ended, when he met a waiter on the way.

"The city lord has an order, please go to Shenque Terrace with the humble official."

After hearing these words, Zhu Yanfeng was startled, but he could only take a step forward immediately, and followed the attendant to the Shenque Terrace on the top of the mountain.

Climbing up the winding stone steps, you will come to a fat and luxurious four-cornered glazed five-storied pagoda. Every tile is a pattern of Qingluan. There are platforms under the eaves on all sides, and the interior of the tower is also very wide. The spiral staircase is set in the center, leading directly to the tower. On the top floor, there are rooms around the stairs.

Since entering this five-storied pagoda, the eyes are full of dots of magic light, which is very different from the dazzling sunlight. The closer to the top floor, the more brilliant the magic light is.

Su Zhongming lived on the third floor of the tower, and Zhu Yanfeng followed Ye Shuangshuang, the permanent attendant of Shenque Terrace, to the third floor. Ye Shuangshuang stopped, opened the door of a room for him, and let him enter this spacious room. Then he closed the door for him.

As soon as Zhu Yanfeng looked into the room, he saw Su Zhongming sitting on the cushion in front of the table, and a polite voice came from the table.

"Sit down. You're welcome."

Zhu Yanfeng sat across the table from him according to his words.

Looking at the man's tense face, Su Zhongming said with a smile: "Don't be so serious, it's not a big deal."

Because of this sentence, Zhu Yanfeng relaxed a little.

Su Zhongming picked up an empty cup, put it on the table in front of him, and poured tea himself. The fragrance of oolong tea mixed with the sweetness of peach rose slowly from the cup, and rushed to the tip of his nose. It was the breath of midsummer .

It is better to obey Zhu Yanfeng's orders than to be respectful. He picked up the teacup lightly, felt that the cup wall was warm but not hot, and took a sip of the tea. .

Su Zhongming asked: "Mr. Zhu, did you have experience in forging swords before?"

Zhu Yanfeng raised his eyes and asked curiously, "What does the city lord mean to order me to forge swords?"

Su Zhongming smiled and said: "If you have this experience, it would be great." Immediately, he picked up the paper placed on the side of his teacup and handed it to him.

Zhu Yanfeng received it in his hand, unfolded it for a look, and couldn't help blurting out: "This blueprint was drawn by my master."

Su Zhongming said happily: "The apprentice really recognizes the master's brushwork!"

Zhu Yanfeng was curious again: "Who is this magical weapon forged?"

Su Zhongming only said implicitly: "Elder Yingqing said that he wanted to cast one for his beloved apprentice, but I think that if you cast it, he should try his best to investigate the case for Qingluan City."

There is no need to reveal the name, just one sentence is enough, Zhu Yanfeng lowered his eyes, pinched the paper with his fingertips and inadvertently squeezed it a little tighter, making a dent on his fingertips.

Su Zhongming understood this affection, and only told: "The blacksmith room has prepared a room for you, and you can go there at any time. After casting the magic weapon, send it to me."

After Zhu Yanfeng finished drinking a cup of tea, he folded the blueprint, put it away in his arms, and waved his hands to Su Zhongming: "Excuse me." Then he got up and left, opened the door by himself, and Ye Shuangshuang took him out of the tower.

The sun has just sunk down to the west hill, it is the time when people are starting fires and cooking one after another, the smoke from cooking is soaring to the sky, making the sun glow red, and Yang Xinsu has already started to enjoy dinner in the backyard of the dim sum house, eating very unhappy , Every time I took a bite of food, I let out a 'hum' from my nose.

Accompanying Wu Yan to drink and drink until midnight, although he was drunk, he woke up early in the morning, still didn't get enough sleep, came to work at Jiushanpu, yawned while chopping firewood, and finally held up the ax when chopping firewood in the afternoon , fell asleep while straddling his horse, like a stone sculpture, without moving for half an hour.

The clerk passed by behind him and saw that he was not moving, so he poked lightly with his fingertips and he did not move. He thought it was a dummy. When he walked around to the front of him and saw his eyes tightly closed, he realized that he was not moving. Dozing off, he immediately unloaded the ax in his hand, grabbed his robe with one hand and lightly shook it to one shoulder, and strode into the room.

When the clerk reached the stairs, he glanced at another clerk upstairs, then threw Yang Xinsu up with one hand on his shoulder, and the other clerk upstairs immediately caught it firmly with one hand, and turned around. After a circle, he threw it forward, and the No.3 clerk who was not far ahead saw Yang Xinsu passing parallel to the top of the customer's head. He quickly caught Yang Xinsu with one hand, carried him to the shopkeeper, and wiped his nose with a chicken feather. Wake him up from his dream.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the stern face of the shopkeeper, and saw the faces of several waiters around him, as well as several pairs of eyes showing pity, and found himself lying on the floor. He suddenly understood something, and hurriedly raised his upper body , Even if panicked, it is already irreparable.

In the big bowl in his hand, there were only white rice and a few vegetable leaves, which were bland. He chewed such a bowl of vegetarian food with hatred, hating the sky and the earth, hating Aduwu to flow away mercilessly.

At this time, at the main entrance of the shop, a pair of feet wearing black shoes with slanted toe shoes stepped in. The edge of the hem of the silk long round neck robe with golden rhombus pattern and light yellow bottom covered the ankles, and the single-button leather belt carved with hibiscus flower Tied on a thin waist, it looks very luxurious.

The man sat down at an empty table, ordered a few freshly baked white sesame walnut crisps, a few char siu crisps, and a few yam glutinous rice balls with red bean filling, and asked the waiter to use smooth and soft fragrant rice balls. The leaves are wrapped and placed in a paper bag.When it was time to pay, he only took out a round gold medal engraved with the nine shop marks.

The author says:

The general appearance of the Shenquetai tower is like the Yellow Crane Tower~