tell a story.
In fact, for Ge Sheng, this is not something he is good at. An Ning is an excellent mother, so she is also quite outstanding in the field of storytelling.
But at this moment, what they need is not a warm and wonderful fairy tale like a bedtime story.
Ge Sheng thought for a while and then told Ziquan a story.
A story about myself.
The magic flame was burning quietly between the two people. Outside them was the endless ocean of lava. On this isolated black rock island, a pair of teenagers were listening to and telling stories around the flame.
At that moment, Ge Sheng recalled his encounter with the silver girl by the lake.
So this story started from that lakeside.
His first acquaintance with Ye Qing.
Only then did Ziquan realize that these two brothers and sisters with different hair colors were indeed the unrelated Yili brothers and sisters, but she just raised her eyebrows, quietly blinked her dove-gray eyes, and continued to listen.
That time at the lake, the adventurous boy touched the empty igloo, and after exploring it for a while, he found nothing except the piece of Chiba liubi.
So the boy took Chiba Ryubi with him and wanted to go home with the loot.
As a result, a blue-haired girl with bare feet and a white skirt appeared at the door.
All in all, it was an ugly brawl between teenagers. The girl rushed forward without any explanation and pushed Ge Sheng down on the bed, and then tried to snatch Ye Yu from his hand.
In short, it was originally a very embarrassing thing, but Ge Sheng told it very seriously, because this was the first encounter with that guy. In this world where he could die at any time, such memories of the first encounter, even if Ge Sheng was recounting them, he could not tell them at all. Cherish the story little by little.
Ziquan also listened very carefully, so her lavender eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her dove gray eyes were filled with soft light.
In short, the person who pushed Ge Sheng down was Ye Qing.
The person who pulled the opponent's hair first was Ge Sheng.
The first person to bite someone was Ye Qing.
The person who bit him back was Ge Sheng.
The last person to use the headbutt to decide the outcome was Ye Qing.
So when the boy woke up, in front of him was the snow-white cat, and next to the yellowish oil lamp was the blue-haired girl who wrote I refuse to apologize with a cold face.
Then there was that wanton run on that night in late summer and early autumn. Countless dewdrops were shattered and countless fireflies were aroused. They held hands and ran all the way until they reached the end of the road.
Ziquan smiled slightly and tilted his head without saying a word.
She listened with rapt attention and also liked such juvenile stories.
Then there was a long period of getting along as teenagers, until two months later, the spring of the fourth year of Qingli suddenly appeared in front of the two of them, standing at the intersection of light and darkness, and said those words: "You are going to die soon, Your Highness Princess. "
Ge Sheng then talked about the good-looking and powerful young man, the little disturbance when they returned to Fengmian Villa together, and the next day, the silent and sad girl condensed ice bricks from the holy lake alone, and used her hands to melt the ice bricks together. He moved the ice bricks and rebuilt the crude igloo alone.
It was a very graphic story, so when Ge Sheng told it, Zi Quan couldn't help but think of that quiet scene, and then thought of the proud and willful freshman number one now.
The girl who stood in front of Qiu Sheng proudly and arrogantly declared "to see or not to see".
Suddenly I felt like he was a really charming guy.
Soon after, when Ge Sheng went to the igloo again, he found Ye Qing who was unconscious due to poisoning. He got the promise of spring in the fourth year of Qingli, so he left the porridge and rice and left the igloo. Then he met the silver man by the lake. girl.
Ge Sheng described in great detail the quietness and elegance of the girl who was soaking her feet, as well as the little bit of coquettishness in her speech, which made people wonder which girl she belonged to.
He told Zi Quan seriously about the guy named Xing Xi, who had slender and snow-white legs, small ankles, and shaky white feet that were as white as milk tofu.
He told it so quietly, without any obscenity.
He just thought it was beautiful, so he told it.
In a place like this, they really need these beautiful memories to support them in surviving in this desperate situation.
Although Ziquan is a girl, when she heard such a story, she couldn't help but think that it was really a beautiful thing.
She wouldn't tear open her tight leggings and let Ge Sheng compare her slender feet with that of Xing Xi, but she smiled and nodded, saying that she really wanted to see that girl with such beautiful legs.
At the lakeside, he listened to the girl singing all afternoon, and the girl listened to him and talked about herself all afternoon.
Then at dusk they returned together to the empty igloo by the lake.
Then the girl took him flying up towards the spark in the night sky.
Ge Shengping calmly talked about the massacre started by the girl.
The lines that were as dense as a forest spread out, and each living person turned into an ice and snow sculpture that was cut, frozen and shattered.
The strong men in the heavenly realm were like dogs in front of her. She killed all the way until she stopped and said that the person was watching.
Ziquan held her breath. She was a student of Ye Ye College and the leader of the four major action groups of the Snow Burial Society. At this moment, she also guessed what level the existence of someone watching was allowed to be told by such a person. .
Then the heavy snow fell, and Xiao came from the sky riding on the snow kite.
The saint ruled that the three strong men of Qingyi were expelled from Lanye territory for life.
She agreed to the promise in the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, and then asked Ye Qing if he would like to become her disciple.
Ge Sheng told about Ye Qing's rejection, and then Xiao asked him to tell him a thousand calamities in the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, and asked him to go back and tell An Ning to teach him magic.
At the end of this thrilling night, Ziquan never diverted his attention from beginning to end.
What an unusual experience this was. A young man with almost zero cultivation walked side by side with the most powerful weapon in history, witnessed the killing of that weapon, and then met the saint and experienced the saint's judgment.
"It's just like a story." Ziquan commented with a smile, then looked at Ge Sheng expectantly: "It shouldn't be over yet."
Ge Sheng nodded.
In the following time, he and Ye Qing practiced Qianjie under the supervision of the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, and An Ning also began to teach him magic.
He talked about the endless cooking methods that emerged in the spring of the fourth year of Qingli. The killer of Dark Star had surprisingly high attainments in the field of cooking. There was no one in the world who could compare to the guy who could cook sweet potatoes in twelve ways. I'm afraid there won't be more than three.
He also talked about Ye Qing's training. Since the first training of Qianjie was to be carried out in the water, they wore the swimsuits given by An Ning in the holy lake. Due to the difference in water quality between the two parties, Ye Qing, who kept saying that he wanted to teach Ge Sheng how to swim, raised the ice board narrowly, and on it were three extremely sinister instructions: "Drink water first!"
This is a very heart-warming past story, and Ge Sheng also spoke it soothingly.
Until they started practicing mind calamity, Ye Qing's ice sculptures continued to fail.
When the ice-made Ruoguo fell into the ice basin, it made a tinkling sound.
Ye Qing broke free from the black hole of consciousness and hugged the boy quietly, holding her hand and waking her up.
"Na." The girl whispered softly in his ear.
"I mean."
"Will you be my brother?"
(This paragraph is actually from Ge Sheng’s perspective in the first volume, with a few places that were not mentioned in the plot filled in.
For example, the practice of Thousand Tribulations originally had several plots in the middle, but they were later deleted for the sake of compactness.
Mention it here.
Especially that sentence.
"Na."
"I mean"
"Will you be my brother?" When he wrote this sentence, Ye Qing was so cute that he could die QAQ)
