The boys and girls in the mountains live in the deep mountains, without caring about the world, but it seems that they have been in the world all the time.

Because there is water in the mountains, there are two thatched huts, deciduous trees and persimmon trees.

The smoke from the distant cooking is the world's flavors and the world.

The young god Chengfeng was chopping wood. He sniffed his nose, and his young and handsome face suddenly became bitter. He thought to himself that this little aunt was making trouble today, and she actually cooked again.

His face was as beautiful as a dish, and he looked like he was worse than death.

It should be an extremely exciting and exciting thing for that beautiful woman to wash her hands and make soup.

As early as half a year ago, this adult had a whim and looked at the flower spirit girl under her hands cutting vegetables and cooking, and also had some thoughts.

But that day, the hot pot came out, and no lucky person could taste the food that this adult had cooked in person, and was completely defeated by the shocking smell.

For three consecutive days, the flowers and trees in the mountains were dying and listless. It was supposed to be the season of transformation, but it was because of this adult's superb cooking skills that made the ghosts and gods cry out. He was autistic for several months before he could get out of the shadow.

Not to mention the creatures of other people, Chengfeng saw that no one dared to eat the food she made, and without any self-knowledge, he hooked a touch of juice with his finger and tasted it.

That night, the mysterious and dignified Lord Si Yun chatted at her persimmon tree all night long.

The persimmons that others could not even touch were not grown fertile at the time, but she picked them all and ate them all without even vomiting.

At that time, Chengfeng was very sure that this adult was going crazy.

Crazy and unique and very novel.

Since then, even though she is quite interested in cooking, she is very sensible. She doesn't touch her, but just holds her arms, and looks at the girls in the kitchen with lazy and envious eyes, without making a terrible request to try it out for herself.

Chengfeng's thoughts drifted away, and he couldn't control his breath and sucked the strange smell that was floating in a little.

In an instant, he felt two thick, long and powerful chopsticks penetrated deeply into his nostrils, causing him to cry and cry for help in his heart.

This is a crazy way to get crazy. It is said that the knife sealing will no longer involve the kitchen, so why can a dignified adult speak without keeping his word?

His mouth twitched and looked at the woman in red under the smoke from the wooden window. The official robe in red with hot fish was as new as before.

The three thousand ink-colored black hair was not as loose as usual on the shoulders, but instead woven a long braid. The long braid that was above the waist was hanging from the front of the right shoulder. A red rope was tied to the end of the braid, and an exquisite silver bell was tied to the rope.

She had never had such a light and agile dress before, even though her eyes that contained the eternal night color when she lowered her head to wash vegetables were not at all emotional.

But when the mist gently brushed his face and a crystal water droplet that had been stained at some point on his fair nose, it felt like the illusion of time was quiet.

She raised her eyes, her eyes as deep and mysterious as ever. She only glanced at him indifferently, then withdrew her gaze and took a basket of freshly steamed drunk chicken on the stove.

The taste is still as unpleasant as ever.

But she seemed to have no idea of ​​this, threw the scattered radish into the thick soup, and said lightly: "A guest is visiting today."

Chengfeng glanced at the dishes she had prepared under her hands, and he tried to spit out the nauseous air flow in his chest, and his throat was hoarse, and his Adam's apple was squirming uncontrollably, and said with a little sympathy: "What kind of deep hatred do you have between this guest and your elders?"

Although I was shocked that since the establishment and growth of Johor Bahru, this mountain has grown up from creatures and has never welcomed foreign tourists. There are always people visiting, and they are all foreign enemies. In the end, they are all domineeringly solved by her.

It was the first time the visitor said it.

Shangguan Tang raised his eyes lightly and glanced at him.

Chengfeng suddenly stiffened his back, his heart was cold, and he didn't dare to continue joking, and hurriedly said, "Then I'll go make tea."

"There is no need to make tea, it is for adults to drink, so I can get some fruit dew and fresh milk."

"Fruit dew...fresh milk..." Chengfeng's mouth twitched. Isn't this for the young flower spirits in the mountains who have just transformed into spirits and are ignorant?

"Um."

At that time, the morning breeze entered the room and lifted the bells on the long braided braided hair and jingled.

She smiled slightly: "Little guy, isn't it exactly what a child should drink?"

Looking at her light but inexplicably doting smile, Chengfeng had the illusion of this feeling: Could it be that the adults gave birth to an illegitimate child outside and were coming back?

An illegitimate child did not wait.

He waited for two teenagers.

Looking at the two boys ten meters away from each other, he rolled his eyes in anger and thought he was really sick.

At this moment, it was a lonely rain falling in the sky, but the young man in charge did not need to wear an umbrella on his waist.

The one behind was even more strange. It was clearly a breath and power that made him, the gods, feared him. Facing this little rain, he was helpless and was soaked in a drool.

The soap boots on white background and black face opened across the wooden door, and the rain in the sky stopped.

She was holding a basin of pigeon soup in her hand. When she saw the two people walking in the forest, she raised her eyebrows slightly. She had already expected it, but she pretended to be surprised: "A rare guest."

Wu Ying had a cold face, and his bloody eyes were as cold and arrogant as before, and he looked arrogant.

She watched left and right for a few times, then silently hid her small figure behind a tree, leaving a piece of black clothes, floating there.

Shangguan Tang put down the hot soup in his hand, looked at the hem of the clothes, and blinked: "What is this?"

When Ling Tiansu looked back and saw this scene, his expression on his face also became depressed. He looked in a bad mood. He snorted coldly and said, "It's nothing, it's just using the most fierce expression to do the most cowardly thing, don't worry about her."

Shangguan Tang thought to himself, you said you should ignore her before, can you take your gaze back first?

Who did you learn this arrogant personality from? It's so unbeliever.

"I didn't." Wu Ying poked out half of his pale face from behind the big tree from that moment, and retorted very seriously.

Ling Tiansu snorted, and the red paper umbrella turned around his fingertips, without saying a word.

In the valley in the forest, countless young girls poked their heads out and looked at the two strange guests with strange eyes.

I really don’t understand why these two people could silently break the ban in the mountains.

It is obvious that the aura they reveal is not strong, at least... it does not have the oppression of the aura of the gods who went down the mountain to attack them.

The golden light that broke through the clouds shone on Shangguan Tang's beautiful face.

Her eyes slowly turned back and forth between the two of them, then lowered her eyebrows and eyes with interest, pulled a bamboo chair and sat down, bent her white and slender fingers and gently tapped the table with her knuckles.

"Have you eaten?"

Ling Tiansu's eyes swept over the newly steamed food on the table, and said calmly: "I've eaten it."

Shangguan Tang yelled coldly.

Wu Ying frowned, really not understanding why he was lying.

After half a stick of incense, when Wu Ying took the first bite of dry-fried beans with a blue face, she finally understood why he was lying.

She silently put down the chopsticks in her hand with a blue expression, covering her lips, feeling her stomach twitching violently, and suddenly she felt that the Guilan Shackle Curse was just like this.

Ling Tiansu sat on the side of the table, looking at her with her hands crossed her chest, looking out of the matter.

Shangguan Tang carefully picked the dish with chopsticks, looked at Wu Ying with dark eyes and asked, "How?"

Under Chengfeng's shocked and admired eyes, she swallowed the desperate smell in her mouth, and slowly squeezed out two words with a pale complexion: "Disgusting."

Ling Tiansu's eyebrows trembled and quietly took the wooden pot and poured fresh milk.

Shangguan Tang looked at her with deep eyes and nodded meaningfully: "Although you begged him to stay for no reason last night, this reaction is too fast."

Ling Tiansu's wrist shook, and fresh milk filled the back of his hands.

With a loud bang, Wu Ying's bamboo chair sitting under her butt tripped as soon as she got up. She felt her blood surge, and she was so annoyed that her pale skin suddenly burst out with a light, rouge color.
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