"In order to save me from Qingfeng, you fell into the northwest sea with me. Regardless of the coming backlash, you made your own spiritual power into a pill and coaxed me to take it. Because I went to rescue Fudan who had hurt you, you still

With your golden feather..."

She gradually stopped laughing and looked at the golden feathers on the wings of the little golden crow. She had mixed feelings for a moment, and a layer of mist slowly formed in her eyes.

"I remember all your kindness to me. If I talk about it one by one, I'm afraid that after this thunderstorm passes, you and I will still be here talking about the past.

"Do you still want me to give you memories one by one? You are the little golden crow, and you are also the smelly crow that I talk about and want to keep in my heart.

"In the past, I thought I liked Ju Lue in my heart, so after discovering your affection, I told myself to reject you, stay away from you, and try not to owe you anything.

"But, it turns out that it is so difficult to do it. Every time I see the way you look at me, I can't say no. I am determined to stay away, but I often can't help but be in a daze when I encounter delicious things.

I packed it up and put it in a jade box, but never touched it.

"I've become accustomed to your presence. I'm used to having you by my side when I walk, I'm used to having you by my side when I eat, and I'm used to working with you to deal with people in a tacit understanding."

She took Little Golden Crow's hand, put it on her heart, raised her elegant chin, and said in a calm and domineering tone: "Stinky Crow, you are already here. I can't drive you away, and I don't want to drive you away, so I

I decided to let you live here forever, for a long time."

Little Golden Crow stared at her blankly for a long time.

The woman's pair of thick black eyes were as clear as water, darker than the color of Guang Yanchi, like a black mirror, and his face reflected in it was also more profound and profound.

The small world shrouded in golden feathers was quiet, blocking out all the loud thunderstorms and lightning. Time seemed to be stretched by this silence, which was so long that it made people feel tortured, but they couldn't help but feel happy for the people in front of them.

His eyes moved, and the reflection inside also trembled slightly, and he mused: "Holding my hand, growing up together with my son, this sentence is not suitable for us."

She was shocked, and when she took a closer look, she saw the faint smile flowing in his eyes: "You and I are gods, with immortal faces and the same life span."

Zhi Ying was embarrassed. From this point of view, this sentence was indeed inappropriate.

She thought about it, and when she was confused about which line in the ancient poem could express her sincerity at this moment, he clenched his left hand that was intertwined with hers and said softly: "No need to promise, this is already very good."

Weaver Shadow asked with a smile on his face: "Is this okay?"

"All language is nothingness, it will tell me." Xiao Jinwu stretched out his index finger and pointed at her heart.

"Okay." She agreed happily, also stretched out her index finger to point at Little Golden Crow's heart, and said softly, "Please give me some advice, and don't be passive and slow down your work!"

Xiao Jinwu laughed: "How do you make it sound like you are supervising me?"

Zhiying looked at him and smiled without saying a word.

He brushed Zhiying's hair that was hanging around her temples, stretched out his arms to hold her in his arms, and then fluttered his wings, trying to take her to the nearest shelter from the wind and rain, when a gust of wind howled in front of her.

…

Mountain wind, valley rain, thunder and lightning.

Even though the Little Golden Crow unfolded the canopy in time, the golden light that filled the sky still attracted the attention of a few people, including Master Shiya who was leaning on the building to listen to the wind and rain.

"It's you..."

Although the sound of rain was like a drum, it did not prevent him from setting up a barrier around himself and the chessboard. Zhifei Shangshen, who was playing chess with his hands at ease, heard this murmur.

He held the black card in his left hand, and while thinking about where it should be placed, he gave a lesson: "You are so ignorant. I asked you to sit down and play a game of chess with me, but you refused to do it. You insist on being elegant and standing under the window. You don't want to do that."

It’s called Tingyu, it’s called Muyu!”

Being ridiculed, Master Shi Ya was not annoyed. He slowly stretched out the window with one hand, and his robe was blown loudly: "Not only is it raining today, but there is also wind."

Zhifei Shangshen dropped the sunspot, looked at the chessboard and said "Huh", then squeezed a thin line between his eyebrows, and wanted to use his fingers to deduce some calculations, so he casually echoed Shi Yashangshen's words: "Wind?"

Master Shiya lifted his lips and smiled intriguingly.

"Wind, very strong wind."

In addition to leaning on the railing to listen to the rain, listening to the rain and playing the piano is also an elegant thing.

Yiyang and Qumi were two people who originally played the piano for fun. As soon as they heard the sound of rain, they started to play the new composition "Listening to the Rain in the Empty Mountain" which they had inspired a few days ago to polish their piano skills.

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However, in less than half a stick of incense, the rain outside changed. The drizzle suddenly poured down, and the sound of the piano could not help but become faster with the rain, deviating from the original score, so the two of them gave up.

"You wipe the piano first, and I'll close the window."

Yiyang put down the soft towel, stood up and closed the window.

Qu Mi wiped the qin unhurriedly, from Yueshan to the end of the qin. Hearing the words, he said: "We have known each other for thousands of years, but you still like this, doing everything by yourself."

"When you sit cross-legged and play the piano, you should occasionally stretch your muscles and bones." Yi Yang said with a smile.

As soon as Yiyang walked to the window, big raindrops hit his face at an almost horizontal angle. He hurriedly raised his sleeve to cover his face, and closed the window with a wave of his other hand.

Qu Mi raised his eyes and took a look.

The person in front of me was wearing a light blue robe that was almost soaked through, with wetness clinging to his body. His usual ethereal and fairylike appearance was gone.

She couldn't help laughing and said: "How heavy is the rain outside, that you are soaked like this in a blink of an eye?"

Looking at her smile, Yiyang was slightly startled. He used a drying technique and then took the soft towel that Qu Mi handed him to wipe the piano. However, he did not sit down, but stood on the spot and said strangely: "If you say

The rain is not too heavy, but the wind is a bit strange."

Seeing his serious look, Qu Mi stopped what he was doing, stood up, and asked seriously: "Where is the blame?"

"The wind is very strong and very fast."

Qu Mi's expression turned solemn and said: "In order to protect the peace of the demon world, the first generation of demon kings set up many barriers around the demon world, and the demon kings of the past generations strengthened and reinforced it. Therefore, Ruoxie Valley has always had good weather, but today there is a sudden change.

, I don’t know what kind of changes will happen.”

The two looked at each other in silence for a while, and then spoke almost at the same time.

“Be prepared for a rainy day!”

"Let's go out and take a look first!"

…

Little Golden Crow and Zhiying were blown to bits by the howling wind. He could only close his wings to protect himself and Zhiying inside to prevent them from being scratched by the debris in the wind.

"Is this a demonic wind?"

Zhiying held his forehead and asked half teasingly and half inquiringly.

Little Golden Crow's golden feathers were actually only 70% better. They were still strong, but they couldn't turn into transparent like before. She couldn't see the scene outside, so she spread her consciousness as before, but she didn't expect that her consciousness would actually penetrate.

Not going out.

It wasn't that she was locked by the golden feathers, but that the wind outside bounced her consciousness back.

How can ordinary wind block divine consciousness?

Little Golden Crow thought: "Except for the calamity that came to the world in ancient times, the demon world has always had good weather, and there has never been anything like this."
Chapter completed!