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Zhang Qinglan lowered her head, and stared at the doll who was not half as tall as her in front of her.

Ao Zhan was waiting outside the courtyard gate at this time, and he didn't want to get too involved with other people.Bi Jing entered the house early again, saying that she still had a thank you gift for herself, and she came whenever she went.

So there were only two people left, standing in the small yard full of dry firewood and sundries, the atmosphere was silent and awkward.

The bleak wind shook the bare branches of the old locust tree, and most of the dry fallen leaves were buried in the snow piled up beside the tree roots.

Zhang Qinglan lowered her eyes and said nothing, with one hand behind her back, frowning slightly, with a serious expression.

He didn't dress up much before going out today, he only wore a dark brocade robe, his long hair was pulled back hastily, his body was stained with a little wine scent, he didn't know whether it was cold or drunk on his cheeks, it was always Slight redness.

Even so, he looks a lot more handsome than the gray-faced, monkey-like beggar in the school... without the gloomy energy that could scare a child with just one look, even if the brows are still clear and cold, still It's because Bi Xin couldn't help feeling a little bit of wanting to get close to him from the bottom of his heart.

Bi Xin shrunk his neck into the padded jacket, and his fleshy face was squeezed into two layers of folds. Looking at Zhang Qinglan's appearance, he couldn't hold back the word "dumb" while muttering "dumb" for a long time.

After all, the little boy is not very old, and he doesn't have the bad habit of holding grudges like adults.

In the end, under Zhang Qinglan's ignorant gaze, she blushed and called out "Brother" in a low voice. It was a very soft and thin voice mixed with the sound of wind and snow.

Not missing this sentence, Zhang Qinglan's expression moved slightly.

When Ao Zhan sent the child back from the Abyss of Lihuo, he conveniently erased his memory of being kidnapped by Xuanlan.Therefore, for Zhang Qinglan today, perhaps the only thing Bi Xin can remember is his bad deeds of pasting charms on brooms to scare children.

Calculated in this way, the child is still willing to abandon the past and call him brother, which can be regarded as a great deal of face.

Zhang Qinglan squatted down expressionlessly, noticing the two small buns on the top of the opponent's head dangling in the wind and snow, and then finally reached out and rubbed the soft flesh on the little baby's cheek: " ..."

He took out a small bag of broken gold from his pocket, and the young man stuffed it into the warm palm of the child, and whispered to him: "Take it to buy candy."

It seemed that he was very unskilled, and his voice was slightly imperceptible when he spoke.

The brocade bag was still stained with a little bit of Zhang Qinglan's cold fragrance, and Bi Xin felt his palm sink, just as the cold wind wrapped in white snow blew past, rubbing against the corner of his eyes, leaving a drop of cool water.

The child's fleshy fingers vigorously rubbed the slightly itchy corners of his eyes, and when he came back to his senses, there was no trace of the young man in front of him.

At this moment, Bi Jing finally pushed open the chaimen and came out with a smile on her face. She was holding a small vegetable basket in her hand, which was filled with bacon, braised rice, and aged wine, wrapped in red cloth, and crammed to fill the entire bamboo basket.

Clutching the palm-sized brocade bag tightly in his hand, Bi Xin was stunned. In the wind and snow, he called softly to the empty courtyard door: "...Brother."

At this time, the wind was very loud, and a little bit of thin snow drifted down from the zenith, and the sunlight, which was similar to the broken gold, also fell to the ground together, spreading a small piece of warm yellow on the white snow.

The man leaned against the rough tree trunk and looked across the small firewood courtyard.

Then he saw the tall and thin figure of the young man, walking towards him quickly against the light.

***

When the lights came on, orange candles were lit everywhere in Ye City, illuminating half of the originally dark sky. Every family went back to the house to light up the lights, and laughter and the aroma of Laba porridge came out of the window.

Compared with these noisy and lively, the alley hidden in the darkness at the end of the street is extraordinarily quiet.

It was already night at this time, but there was a low wall made of blue bricks and stone tiles, which easily separated the noise of people outside from the inside.

Under the cold moonlight, a dark red shadow slipped along the base of the wall, kicked up a large piece of loess dust, moved swiftly, and soon disappeared into the shadow of the alley again.

At the same time, a big crimson dragon suddenly appeared on the surface of the sea closest to Ye City, circling and dancing in mid-air.

Sometimes it plunges headlong into the deep sea, and sometimes it staggers to and fro to drive and disperse the clouds and mist on the zenith.

The price for excessive freedom is that he almost made a fancy knot out of his own dragon body.

In the end, there was only a sound of "clang", and the finally tired dragon slammed heavily on the soft silver sand on the beach.It was a very long one, winding and twisting, rolling on the beach one by one.

All in all very disrespectful.

Ao Zhan didn't know that his younger brother was a heavy drinker. In the Yinshuang Building, when Ao Dingbo suffocated for most of the "Chun Ri Awakening", the Dragon King only thought he was a model, trying to be like Zhang Qinglan, using the excuse of being drunk Dodged a punch.

But he never expected that Ao Dingbo was really not up to the mark, and a pot of wine in the mortal world would make him so intoxicated.

He even boldly stretched out the dragon's tail and buried it in the seawater, like a scholar's brush dipped in ink, using the tail to muddy the icy water near the sea, and with a flick of the tail, the water droplets were thrown up one after another, and then smashed on those fine sands.

Repeated this several times, Chilong finally showed a silly smile on his long face with drunken eyes.

Ao Dingbo was amused by the dragon's body swimming and gliding back and forth on the beach, and a series of humming and chirping laughter came out of the slightly opened dragon's mouth.

Fortunately, today is Laba, and there are strong winds and waves at night, and no one is as heartless as him to come to the seaside to have fun, otherwise, even if he can resist being frightened by the huge real dragon, he will definitely be determined by Ao Ding Poe's gibberish rolled his eyes and passed out.

The wind was strong at night, and after a while, I saw a red light flashing on the empty beach, and the red dragon, which had turned into a human form in a daze, finally stopped after a violent meal, leaned on the reef, and said "wow". out.

As soon as the turbid air in the chest was cleared, the mind also gained a moment of clarity.

After a little magic, Ao Dingbo cleaned up the filth from his body and surroundings, and when he looked up, he found that even the moon was almost three. Only then did he realize that he was probably really drunk.

In addition to being dizzy, my ears were buzzing, as if someone was whispering...

"idiot."

……

...? ?

...! ! !

Ao Dingbo suddenly opened his eyes wide, turned around in the direction of the sound, his face was full of astonishment——

Under the pale moonlight, what I saw was a young man in white clothes and white hair, with pale pink eyes staring straight at him, with undisguised disgust and a little instinctive fear when facing a real dragon.

The cold winter night blows Tong Ling's white hair messy, and his face is blurred.

He was holding a rusty long sword in his hand, which he dug out from an unknown pile of junk. There were a few scattered gaps on the blade, and the handle had long since disappeared. A gap was drawn, and blood dripped down tick-tock.

Ao Dingbo was startled by him abruptly, most of the wine had already sobered up.Immediately, he made a very defensive posture, and the smile that had been inadvertently showing on his face because he was slightly drunk instantly disappeared.

In a flash, he grabbed Tong Ling's neck, lifted him off the ground easily, and said coldly, "You cast yourself into a trap?"

The young man who was strangled by the throat seemed to have no intention of resisting. His face became pale and his breathing became hoarse and rapid. Then he let go of the long sword and easily landed at Ao Dingbo's feet.

Ao Dingbo looked around vigilantly, tightened his grip on Tong Ling's neck, and asked in a deep voice, "What about the bald donkey? Why, your master didn't come with you?"

Panting for breath, Tong Ling resisted the instinct of struggle, gritted her teeth and said in a hoarse voice: "...he is not here."

"You'd better... kill me right now, or let Ao Zhan move... his hand, that's fine too." But as soon as the words fell, the fingers that were pinching his neck loosened immediately.

Ao Dingbo's face was no longer drunk, looking at the deer demon kneeling on the sand and panting, he bent down and picked up the long sword.

The young man glanced down at the blood of the deer demon stained on the iron sword in his hand, sneered at the embarrassed young man in front of him, and taunted him: "I told you that you didn't learn well at such a young age, now it's all right, you've been kicked out, and you're about to die!" I didn’t catch anything, so it’s not just a discarded child?”

As if being stabbed to death, Tong Ling's original calm disguise was immediately torn apart by Ao Dingbo's words, and a smear of red immediately filled his eyes, and he stood up recklessly, looking at He was about to rush up and fight Ao Dingbo with his life——

It's a pity that before he took a few steps, he was poked by a man's finger and stopped in place, unable to enter again.

Tong Ling's tears flowed fiercely, the small fangs in her mouth were particularly obvious in the night, without the complacent spirit before, she gritted her teeth and said, "Yeah, I was kicked out by him, what's the matter? You want to humiliate me? If you don’t do it directly, it’s better to take my life.”

It was also at this time that Ao Dingbo realized that the other party was full of travel and dust, there was no clean place on his body, his hair was messy and knotted, and his cheeks were terribly thin. At first glance, he knew that he was a poor little guy who had been wandering alone for a long time.

Ao Dingbo: "... Tsk."

Tong Ling yelled enough, she panted heavily, bit her lower lip tightly and did not speak, which was very different from his usual gloomy and weird appearance.

But it was only at this time that Ao Dingbo could easily see a little youthful temperament from him.

He casually picked up Tong Ling's back collar, and just when he was about to say something, a white light flashed, and the thing he held in his hand changed from a human shape to a snow-white young deer.

The white deer fur felt soft and warm to the touch, and it was mixed with a little sand. There were tears in the light-colored deer's eyes, and they fell down and hit the man's feet with a slight weight.

Ao Dingbo blew his nose and sighed inwardly.

Maybe it was because the seaside was too cold on a winter night, or maybe the stamina of waking up in the spring was too strong... In short, he gave himself a random reason that he almost couldn't get past, and ignored Tong Ling's frightened struggle, and put the young deer whole. The child was stuffed into a cotton jacket.

Kicking away the rusty long sword in front of him, Ao Dingbo stepped forward and lowered his head, raised his eyebrows and said fiercely:

"Don't call."