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"It's snowing again." A woman in plain clothes stood under a very inconsistent thatched hut on the top of the snow-capped mountain. Her black hair was splashed with ink and her delicate face was unparalleled. Her big and bright eyes were covered with a layer of mist.
She sighed and reached out to catch a crystal snowflake, "Why does it snow all year round in the snowy mountains?" She turned around and saw the old man's face full of black and gray and stuffed firewood into the stove's stomach. The Nisheng didn't make a fuss.
When you came, you ran over and twisted his ears, "Bao Shao Shao... you know how to cook something that you can't eat."
"Oh, little girl, please be gentle. Old man, I am so old that I can't stand you so much trouble!"
Dong Nisheng spat at him, "Stop, my strength is not enough for you to get between your teeth! Today I eat vegetables and tofu?"
The old man giggled: "The vegetables and tofu are almost gone. Today, I borrowed fire food from the jade rabbit in Dongtou. Next time Xueya comes back, he will order it back."
Dong Nisheng staggered and almost fell to the ground. She thought that she had practiced magic skills to a certain level now, but she still had no ability to resist the old man.
She was so angry that her fingers pointed at him were trembling slightly: "You...you...you say you are a mythical hero of your generation, you compete with a rabbit for food, you say you..."
The old man gave her a blank look and continued to sip in the pot with a spatula: "What myth? What hero? I am just an old man, an ordinary old man who just wants to eat and drink well. Don't treat me as a god."
Ni Sheng's heart skipped a beat, "They treat you as a god."
"It's been a few decades ago, not everyone has seen it with their own eyes. This thing that has spread to ten or ten, even if it's fake, it will come true." The old man put down the spatula, sprinkled some salt, and looked at it with his head down.
He glanced at Ni Sheng, "Remember, some things may not be true even if you see them with your own eyes or hear them with your own eyes."
"Then, what is the truth?" Ni Sheng was confused.
"Look, listen, and feel with your heart. Your eyes sometimes blind you, your ears sometimes misinform. Only your heart will not lie to you, only it will know what
It's true or false. Come and try my new dish." The old man walked up to her with a smile on his face.
No matter how you look at the smile, Ni Sheng suddenly sweated heavily: "Then what does it mean to laugh?"
The old man pinched a leaf and stuffed it into his mouth. He laughed: "I feel like I'm going."
Dong Nisheng shook his whole body, "Forget it. You and I are not the same kind as you, we are all drafting." After saying that, he turned around and wanted to go back to the room. The white shadow in front of him shook, and the person came very fast, and in the blink of an eye,
Disappeared.
Ni Sheng exclaimed, stared at the thatched hut opposite for a while, and walked quietly over to see what was going on with that person. The black shadow flew past, and she was shocked, and she hid sideways and darts.
Accurately fly nails on wooden stakes.
She blinked, pursed her lips and smiled, and pushed open the door, her words full of frivolity: "A great man from Snow Mountain can also use hidden weapons?"
Xueya, who was standing by the window, snorted coldly and did not turn back until Ni Sheng walked up to him and attacked the back of his head like lightning, "If I don't kill you now, it doesn't mean I don't want to kill you in the future."
Frivolous eyebrows, she smiled unscrupulously: "Kill me? With you?" She shook off his imprisoned hand and walked slowly beside him, "It's not that I'm talking big, you can't kill me a year ago, today, you're even more
Can't kill me!"
Xueya glanced at her coldly, her eyes as if it were a blade, but he did not deny the authenticity of her words. It was not that he was not strong enough, but that he had reached the limit now and the space for his rise had gradually been concentrated. But Dongni
Sheng is different. She has a bloodthirsty soul bead to protect her body, and to a large extent he is already far behind.
"I'm curious. Who hurts you?" Her eyes fell on his injured arm. The wound was very small and very thin. You can tell from Xueya's wounds that he was a master with the sword technique of the sword man.
.Just just by being able to hurt Xueya, you can imagine the other party's abilities.
Seeing that Xueya didn't speak, Ni Sheng didn't care. She shrugged and went out, "It doesn't matter if you don't say it, but please don't bring the enemy to the snow mountain." She is not a good person, and she doesn't want to be implicated for no reason.
"Hmph. People who want to enter the snow mountain are buried in the snow sea every year." A cold voice came from behind. Ni Sheng frowned, paused, and then smiled relieved: "I hope so."