"But... this kind of usage, in reality, is very suitable for those guys in the Blood Demon Palace." Ke Xiaoliang opened his mind and had a vague concept, but it was not fully formed yet.
"Really... Why do you always want to harm the lovely monks of the Blood Demon Palace? This must be influenced by the Ten Demon Sect. I need Miss Zhengdao to use her broad chest to calm down the restless demon heart. "Ke Xiaoliang stood up with a smile and shook his head.
The afterglow of the setting sun passed through the flower bowls on the eaves, and fell mottled on Ke Xiaoliang's handsome face, giving it a lazy, free and easy atmosphere.
The girl in white who was crossing the bridge and standing on the bridge saw this scene, her heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason, and a blush flashed across her face.
The ancient folk songs reached Ke Xiaoliang's dim sum shop from the other end of the street.
Under the falling night, the lights are particularly bright.
Today is the fire-making festival of the black tribe in Belvedere.
People will set up various torches in the upper reaches of the Lishui River, then light them, put them on paper boats or straw boats as strong as possible, and float them down the river.
Of course, there will be people watching along the coast to avoid causing fires.
According to legend, the farther the torch floats on the water and illuminates a wider area of the dark river, the more blessed it will be by the Snow Mountain Goddess.
Some disciples from Cuiyun Mountain will also mix in because of the excitement of the festival.
"It's so lively!"
"Speaking of which, shouldn't my world also have festivals occasionally to create some atmosphere?"
"As we all know, the purpose of all festivals is to consume. If you organize a special festival, the harvest on that day will be worth ten times or even a hundred times of the usual." 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.
Ke Xiaoliang smiled and turned his head, looking at the visitor with aggressive eyes.
Although you start as a friend, you must not fix yourself as a friend.
Always use actions to remind someone that there are differences between men and women, and that 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 plenty of time.
"Weren't you captured by your senior sister?"
"I thought you wouldn't be able to escape until at least the day after tomorrow." Ke Xiaoliang said to Yang Zhenzhen, using a tone that seemed like a casual conversation to resolve the embarrassment of that moment.
A qualified Neptune can always retract and release freely.
Yang Zhenzhen breathed a sigh of relief, but his heartbeat was beating fast.
Then he raised his nose proudly and said proudly: "Senior sister! How can you restrain me? I used a puppet charm to deceive her."
Ke Xiaoliang asked curiously: "Puppet Talisman? What did you turn into yourself? You are not afraid of being exposed."
Yang Zhenzhen continued proudly: "I put the puppet charm on my Xiangxiang's body."
Xiangxiang is Yang Zhenzhen’s pet, a small spirit pig.
"That's right... you have a very clear understanding of yourself, which makes my husband very happy." Ke Xiaoliang said.
"For... for... for your husband?" Yang Zhenzhen was startled by the sudden attack.
Before he could escape or quibble, he heard Ke Xiaoliang say: "Husband? That's what you think? Isn't that what I said about father? Okay! Yang Zhenzhen! I want to be your father, but you want me to be you Husband, I treat you as my daughter, but you want to sleep with me?"
Ke Xiaoliang's eyes widened and he looked at Yang Zhenzhen with disbelief.
Yang Zhenzhen's angry hands clapped continuously, using the eighteen palms of Jiangshuai, to attack Ke Xiaoliang continuously and violently.
However, Ke Xiaoliang grabbed his little hand and held it tightly.
"Let's go! Let's go see people setting off torches!" Ke Xiaoliang said, jumped over the window, and pulled Yang Zhenzhen to run upstream of the Lishui River.
The two came to the upper reaches, near the city boundary, where a large number of people were gathered.
The tribesmen in black, the main color of which is black, are tying torches symbolizing light into sturdy straw or paper boats.
Torches of various shapes were lit one after another.
One boat after another floats down the river.
"In the legend of the Black Tribe, the Snow Mountain Goddess was attached to the Fire God in the sky, so she melted herself into Lishui and flowed on the land of Yunzhou. Yang Zhenzhen! Do you think the Fire God knew the Snow Mountain Goddess' intentions towards him?" Ke Xiaoliang asked road.
Yang Zhenzhen blinked his big eyes, a little confused.
Although she has a dirty body, her heart is like a blank sheet of paper, and she has not yet awakened to some things.
Although Ke Xiaoliang is the demon leader of the Ten Demons Sect, he adheres to the style of his master and does not take pleasure in using force.
If it is just for the pleasure of those few hours, it is not as good as the pleasure of traveling in the sea of spiritual energy with your spirit during practice.
Yang Zhenzhen thought for a while and replied: "You should know it!"
"Even if they didn't know it at first, Lishui has flowed in Yunzhou for tens of thousands of years, and now they know it. I think maybe they are living happily together."
When Ke Xiaoliang heard this, he laughed.
No follow-up comments were made.
Some people like to encourage others to grow.
But there are also people who like to maintain their childishness and innocence.
Flowers will bloom again, and people will no longer be innocent.
"Let's go! Let's also put up a torch and make the fire shine brighter."
"Maybe because of our help, the Snow Mountain Goddess and the Fire God 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.
"Emotion is the source of all thoughts. Love, hate, hatred, jealousy, greed, lust, madness...many are inseparable from the word love."
"So activities can be based on a certain custom, but the final destination must be emotion."
"The most vulgar things are the most popular. The things that everyone seems to be able to touch are the most out of reach and the most hurtful."
From the distant river bank, beautiful singing suddenly came.
The singer was a woman, and the accompaniment was the black seven-string instrument unique to the black tribe.
The tone is gentle and crisp.
Ke Xiaoliang couldn't understand the lyrics.
It's the language of the black tribe.
Ke Xiaoliang asked Yang Zhenzhen: "Do you understand the meaning of the lyrics?"
Yang Zhenzhen blushed, but still translated honestly: "My passionate lover, please use your warm chest to melt my ice and snow. I am willing to disappear in your eyes until I evaporate into clouds and embrace you."
"It's so beautiful!" Ke Xiaoliang looked at Yang Zhenzhen and said.
This time, his eyes didn't drift down... even though he wanted to.
Yang Zhenzhen pulled back her little hand hard.
Then he looked around and said, "I...I'm going back! Otherwise senior sister will find out."
Ke Xiaoliang smiled and nodded: "Okay! Go!"
"By the way! Tomorrow I will make a cake with ten different floral flavors. Do you want to try it?"
Yang Zhenzhen turned around, and it was the pair of big babies who turned around first. She nodded hurriedly: "Yes! Yes!"
After saying that, he lifted up his skirt and ran quickly in the direction of Cuiyun Mountain. He accidentally tripped on a stone under his feet. His center of gravity was unstable, and he almost fell down despite the monk's ability.
Seeing Yang Zhenzhen's embarrassed appearance, Ke Xiaoliang smiled happily.
