there is snow

Xue didn't know how to answer the question. They had just fought a fight. At that time, Leng Xue couldn't control his wolf poison well. The fight between the four of them almost destroyed Mr.'s study. The husband said, if you beat me again, you will leave.

The punch in Leng Xue's chest still hurts faintly.

"Give it to me, it can be cast tomorrow." Tie Shou stretched out his hand to ask for it, and handed him the sword after hesitating in cold blood for a moment.

During the whole day of sword casting, Leng Xue always wandered into Tie Shou's iron casting room, pretending to walk in nonchalantly, and helping him to add more firewood and water, pretending to be nonchalantly.

In the end, Tie Shou couldn't stand it any longer, and said, "Junior Brother Leng, can you stop making trouble for me?"

If Leng Xue understood embarrassment, he would die of embarrassment.

After the act of helping in the name of cold-blooded but actually adding to the chaos, Iron Hand finished casting the sword as promised. The furnace was burning red, as if the body was plated with copper besides the sword. Iron Hand held the sword and looked around in satisfaction. He was addicted to this matter.

Going out and wanting to hand over to Leng Xue, he opened the door, and Leng Xue sat on the corridor outside the door, holding Hanhan in his arms.

Leng Xue heard the sound of the door opening, he turned his head and saw Tieshou, and within a few seconds he abruptly moved his gaze away from Tieshou's upper body.

"Try the sword." Tie Shou only felt that this little junior was weird.

Cold-blooded stuffed Hanhan into his neckline, leaving only one head of the puppy exposed.

The weight of the sword was equivalent to when it was broken. Cold Blood pointed the sword at the sky, and the blade resonated hummingly.

"Good sword." Leng Xue couldn't help sighing.

"Woof!" Hanhan also agreed.

(eleven)

In the evening, Leng Xue went to Iron Hand's room to get his crutches. The empty room was full of parts on the table.

"It's pagoda wood, finely ground with no thorns, and light." Tie Shou handed the crutch to Leng Xue, briefly explained the advantages of this crutch, and took it, and it was indeed light enough.

Leng Xue swung one of the crutches half a circle, and Tieshou understood immediately, and took the other one in a defensive posture.Compared with half a year ago, the tacit understanding between them is indeed much better.

The crutches of the two danced like the wind, and there was a sound of crackling wood hitting the room for a while, without internal strength, the contest of moves was as graceful as a dance.

Tie Shou lowered his head and swung a move. Before he had time to admire the improvement of Leng-Blood's skill, there was already a tearing pain in his arm.

Cold-blooded claws ran across his arms, and the fangs had already emerged.

Tieshou was shocked, and was thrown to the ground by the oncoming cold blood. The screams could not be restrained from his mouth. The flesh on his shoulder had been bitten off by sharp teeth, and Tieshou grabbed it with his other movable hand. The cold-blooded hair pulled back violently, and the painful beast let go on the spot.

Leng Xue punched Tieshou's stomach one after another, but he did not loosen his grip on the hair, and Leng Xue was so violent that he almost tore his own hair.

Those powerful hands that were accustomed to holding iron weapons and killing people suddenly clamped Leng Xue's jaw, and with one click, Leng Xue's jaw was almost dislocated. The iron hands pressed Leng Xue to the wall, but the little junior brother's legs were coiled His waist was used as a support, and the next second he opened his mouth, he was about to bite off Tieshou's neck. The injured arm could hardly exert any strength, and Tieshou closed his eyes resignedly.

Mr. Zhuge's internal force sent the two of them flying.

"Wow, what are these two people doing?" Zhui Ming followed and walked in, and first helped up the iron hand that was half soaked in blood, but the witty words in his mouth kept saying: "I said big guy, the cold-blooded one!" You are really right to collect ten catties of meat, this shoulder was bitten, what to eat will make up for it."

Cold-blooded lying on the ground panting for a long time.

Iron Hand lost a lot of blood, and his face was a little pale. He stared at the cold-blooded back, holding the torn hair in his hand, which was curly and soft to the touch.

"Go to stop the bleeding first." Mr. Zhuge said.

During the bandaging, the iron hand didn't cry out in pain the whole time, and the cold sweat flowed down. Wu Ruan and Leng Xue stood at the door of the room and watched a group of people rushing in and out from a distance.The junior brother was still holding a crutch in his hand, and the blood on it had seeped into the wood.

"It's easy for you to lose control recently." Wuqing said softly, "I can feel that you are in a mess."

"Can you tell me what I'm thinking?" Leng Xue was a little lost.

Shaking her head ruthlessly, people's hearts are easy to see through, and they are also the most complicated. The girl feels more and more that her mind reading skills are not so accurate.

Leng Xue has been standing behind everyone, and when everyone is done, only he and Tie Shou are left in the room.

"Isn't it..."

"I'm fine." Iron Hand interrupted his apology, the big man raised his head and smiled casually at Leng Xue, "In my hometown, if biting animals can't be tamed, they can only be killed."

Cold-blooded clenched his fists.

"I don't know how to speak, don't mind." Tie Shou continued, "It's fine as you are now."

"I've been out of control recently, I don't know what's wrong with me." Cold-blooded said, "I'm sorry."

Iron hands can't comfort people, he just stood up and patted the shoulder of the little junior brother, those hands were thick and warm.

When Leng Xue returned home, his expression was a little dazed, Zhu Xiaolian asked him to eat but he didn't respond, the scholar took the crutch in his hand for him, and touched Leng Xue's forehead, it didn't look like he was sick either.

"I'm a little tired." Leng Xue put down these words, and hurried back to his room, as if fleeing in despair.

That night, Leng Xue had a dream. In the dream, he was a wolf with sharp beak and fangs. The wolf howled at the bright full moon. He stood bare-chested with iron hands on the grass under the moon. He knelt down and stroked the wolf's head and The warm touch of the fur on the neck made the cold blood tremble. Suddenly, the furious wolf opened its mouth and bit the iron hand's neck, spraying blood all over the ground.

Cold-blooded woke up with a start, he was panting heavily, his eyes were full of panic, what made him even more flustered and frightened was that he seemed to be hardened.

Leng Xue covered his head with the quilt.

When he woke up the next day, Cold Blood cut off his curly hair.

(twelve)

The roof of Kaifeng Mansion was the busiest at night, Pei Donglai propped his head up, rubbing the short hair on the side of Leng Xue's head with the palm of his hand, looking comfortable.

"It was pretty good at first, why did it suddenly cut off?" Dong Lai asked.

"Hot." Leng Xue answered briefly, Pei Donglai looked around at the desolation in the end of winter, and raised his left eyebrow.

It's really hard to tell a decent lie.

Dong Lai continued the movements of his hands, he somewhat missed the curly and soft touch, like a fool.

The puppy was barking under the house.

Dong said: "In this season, the animals are restless."

"Huh?" Leng Xue didn't understand what he meant.

"Hair removal, estrus, I'm so annoying." Dong Lai didn't have much interest in this kind of topic, so he just said a few casual words and gave up, but the words he said kept echoing in his cold-blooded mind.

Hair loss, heat.

The youngest suddenly felt guilty, and the scene in the dream made his body slightly hot in the cold wind.

Under the moonlight, the scholar in white was leaning on a cane, with a scroll under his arm, and was struggling to move from the gate to the inner room. Uncle Fu supported him, and the two could not hear the conversation clearly.

"Why don't you stay at home obediently? I'm so bored." Dong Lai said the word again while looking at Zhu Xiaolian's figure from a distance. He seemed extremely impatient, "I have to go out even if my legs and feet don't work well."

Recently, the master of Changzhou Prefecture asked someone to invite Zhu Xiaolian to paint. Before Pei Donglai went to Dali Temple, he met a servant, and he simply and rudely refused him, saying that Zhu Xiaolian would not go, but in the end, the news was still known by Mr. Zhu somehow. Leaning on crutches, the scholar happily got into the carriage of Changzhou Mansion.Pei Donglai snorted coldly, "He'll be honest if he falls completely paralyzed."

Bao Zheng smiled and said, "Puppy needs to be led by a chain, but do birds still have to be kept in a cage?"

Xiaogou refers to the number one god in the world with six doors, and Xiaoniao naturally refers to the scholar.

Dong Lai squinted at him: "Not only that, all broken legs are the most honest."

Bao Zheng would never admit that he disclosed the news to Zhu Xiaolian.

Pei Donglai went to Dali Temple early in the morning. He didn't need to hold an umbrella for him. He went out late in cold blood. He happened to meet the carriage that came to pick up Bao Zheng. Wang Yun who led the carriage greeted him: "Mr. Leng, your injury is better." Is it? We are still waiting for you to discuss and give advice."

Cold-bloodedly replied: "Yes, anytime."

Pang Tong poked his head out in the carriage: "It's better to hit the sun than to choose the day. You can go to the six gates with Leng Shaoxia to see and see. I will give you a token, which is my greeting to Mr. Zhuge."

As he spoke, he untied the token from his waist and threw it to Wang Yun. Pang Tong said to Fei Yu, "You go too."

The four Feiyun riders followed Leng Xue to the six gates, Fei Yu thought that the master would work very hard to get along with Mr. Bao alone, but the master's order was everything, and a group of five people set out for the six gates in a mighty manner, Bao I would like to ask whether you want to ask my younger brother's opinion, but it must not be important to Pang Tong, so he didn't say it.

Leng Xue rode Fei Yu's horse, Fei Yu and Wang Yun shared the same horse, the last son was restless, he twisted and twisted on the horse and kept talking with Leng Xue, the little catcher endured so much that his veins bulged.

"Wang Yun, be quiet for a while." Fei Yu elbowed the stomach of the young man behind him. If he didn't stop him, the reins would probably be snapped off by cold blood.

The precious silence lasted only a quarter of an hour, and Wang Yun said again: "Mr. Leng, I heard that the iron hand catcher was a..."

With a sound of "Zheng", the rein of the horse broke.

Chapter 13-15

(thirteen)

The arrival of Feiyunqi, Mr. Zhuge was as good as ever, and he greeted politely, and stood beside him to respond: "Welcome, welcome, I will take you around