Devil Seeds

"However... this kind of usage is very suitable for those guys in the Blood Demon Palace when it is used in reality." Ke Xiaoliang opened his mind, and vaguely had another concept, but it has not yet fully formed.

"Really... why do you always want to entrap the lovely monks of the Blood Demon Palace? This must be influenced by the Ten Demon Sect. I need Miss Zhengdao, use her broad chest to calm down the restless demon heart. " Ke Xiaoliang smiled and stood up, shaking his head.

The afterglow of the setting sun passed through the flower pots on the eaves, and sprinkled mottledly on Ke Xiaoliang's handsome face, which had a lazy and free and easy flavor.

The girl in white who was crossing the bridge saw this scene, her heart skipped a beat for no reason, and a blush flashed across her face.

The ancient folk songs were spread from the other side of the street to Ke Xiaoliang's dim sum shop.

Under the night that is about to fall, the lights are also extraordinarily bright.

Today is the fire festival of the black people in Belvedere.

People will tie up all kinds of torches in the upper reaches of the Lishui River, then light them, put them on paper boats or straw boats that are as strong as possible, and float down the river.

Of course, someone along the coast will be responsible for watching, so as not to cause a fire.

According to legend, the farther the torch floats on the water, the wider the dark river will be illuminated, and the more it will be blessed by the Snow Mountain Goddess.

Some disciples of Cuiyun Mountain will also get involved in it because of the excitement of the festival.

"It's so lively!"

"Speaking of which, in my world, shouldn't there be festivals and atmospheres now and then?"

"As we all know, the purpose of all festivals is for consumption. If a special festival is completed, the harvest of that day will be worth ten times or even a hundred times that of ordinary days." Ke Xiaoliang stood in front of the window, thinking about his business way.

"Hey!" A figure suddenly jumped out from the corner, trying to scare Ke Xiaoliang into a big jump.

But Ke Xiaoliang turned his head with a smile, looking aggressively at the person who came.

Although you start as a friend, you must never fix yourself in the position of a friend.

Always use actions to remind someone that men and women are different, and he covets her. This is not an offense, but a silent hint.

Of course...you need to be careful and grasp the scale.

Fortunately, Ke Xiaoliang is not in a hurry, he has a lot of time.

"Didn't you get caught by your senior sister?"

"I thought you would be able to escape at least the day after tomorrow." Ke Xiaoliang said to Yang Zhenzhen, using a tone that seemed to be chatty, dissolving the embarrassment just now.

A qualified Neptune can always retract freely.

Yang Zhenzhen breathed a sigh of relief, but her heart was beating violently.

Then he raised his nose triumphantly, and said proudly: "Senior sister! How can I be restrained? I tricked her with a puppet charm."

Ke Xiaohao said curiously: "Puppet talisman? What have you turned into yourself? You are not afraid of being exposed."

Yang Zhenzhen continued proudly: "I put the puppet amulet on my Xiangxiang's body."

Xiangxiang is Yang Zhenzhen's pet, a little spirit pig.

"That's right...you have a very clear understanding of yourself, and I'm very gratified as a husband." Ke Xiaoliang said.

"For... for... for your husband?" Yang Zhenzhen was taken aback by the sudden attack.

Before he could escape or quibble, he heard Ke Xiaoliang say again: "For a husband? You think so? Did I mean to be a father? Okay! Yang Zhenzhen! I want to be your father, but you want me to be your father." Husband, I treat you as my daughter, but you want to sleep with me?"

Ke Xiaoliang stared wide-eyed, looking at Yang Zhenzhen with disbelief.

Yang Zhenzheng clapped his hands continuously, and then continued to attack Ke Xiaoliang violently with eighteen palms.

But Ke Xiaoliang grabbed the little hand and held it tightly.

"Let's go! Let's watch people set off torches!" Ke Xiaoliang said, jumped over the window, and dragged Yang Zhenzhen to the upper reaches of the Lishui River.

The two came upstream, near the city border, where a large number of people gathered.

The people in black, wearing mainly black clothing, are putting torches symbolizing light on sturdy straw boats or paper boats.

Torches of various shapes were lit one after another.

Small boats floated down the river one after another.

"In the legend of the Black Clothes Race, the Snow Mountain Goddess fell in love with the God of Fire in the sky, so she melted herself into Lishui, flowing in the land of Yunzhou. Yang Zhenzhen! Do you think the God of Fire knows the Goddess of Snow Mountain's intentions for him?" Ke Xiaoliang asked road.

Yang Zhenzhen blinked his big eyes, a little confused.

Although she has a humble body, her heart is like a blank sheet of paper, and she has not been awakened to some things.

Although Ke Xiaoliang is the head of the ten demon sects, he inherits his master's demeanor and does not take pleasure in being strong.

If it is only for the pleasure of those few hours, it is not as good as the pleasure of swimming in the sea of ​​spiritual energy when practicing.

Yang Zhenzhen thought about it, and replied: "I should know it!"

"Even if I didn't know it at first, Lishui has flowed in Yunzhou for tens of thousands of years, and now I know it. I think maybe they are living happily together."

Ke Xiaoliang laughed when he heard this.

No follow-up reviews were made.

Some people like to backfire.

But there are also people who like to maintain their immaturity and innocence.

Flowers will bloom again, and people will no longer be innocent.

"Let's go! Let's also go to make torches to make the fire brighter."

"Perhaps because of our help, Snow Mountain Goddess and Vulcan can be together more smoothly and for a longer time." Ke Xiaoliang said.

At the same time, Ke Xiaoliang also had a more complete logic and standard for the arrangement of new activities in his heart.

"Love is the source of all thoughts. Love and hatred, jealousy, greed, lust, madness... many of them are related to the word love and cannot be separated."

"So activities can be based on a certain custom, but the final foothold must be emotion."

"The most vulgar thing is the most popular. The thing that everyone seems to be able to touch is the most out of reach and the most hurtful."

Suddenly, a beautiful singing sound came from the distant river bank.

It was a woman who sang, and the accompaniment was the black seven strings unique to the black-clothed people.

The sound is mellow and crisp.

Ke Xiaoliang couldn't understand the libretto.

It is the language of the black-clothed people.

Ke Xiaoliang asked Yang Zhenzhen: "Do you understand the meaning of the lyrics?"

Yang Zhenzhen blushed, but still translated honestly: "My hot lover, please melt my ice and snow with your warm chest. I would like to be consumed in your eyes until I evaporate into a cloud and embrace you."

"It's so beautiful!" Ke Xiaoliang looked at Yang Zhenzhen and said.

This time, he didn't look down... even though he wanted to.

Yang Zhenzhen pulled his little hand back forcefully.

Then he looked left and right and said, "I... I'm going back! Otherwise, the senior sister will see it."

Ke Xiaoliang smiled and nodded: "Okay! Let's go!"

"By the way! Tomorrow I made a crisp with ten different floral flavors, do you want to try it?"

Yang Zhenzhen turned around, but it was the pair of big babies who turned around first, and she nodded hurriedly: "Yes! Yes!"

After finishing speaking, he lifted the hem of his skirt and quickly ran towards the direction of Cuiyun Mountain. He accidentally tripped over a stone under his feet, and his center of gravity was unstable, even with the ability of a monk, he almost fell down.

Seeing Yang Zhenzhen's embarrassed appearance, Ke Xiaoliang smiled happily.

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