The First Sword

Chapter 43 Thrilling

Yang Huanyu recalled the sad past, and unconsciously, she burst into tears.

Reflecting the candlelight, two lines of crystal tears flowed through her pale cheeks and dripping on the table.

Warm tears, reflection of indelible light and shadow.

The gentle candlelight on the round table beats up and down from time to time, reflecting Yang Huanyu's dark eyes, shining with a hazy light like morning dew.

The big dark eyes are like two flowing gems.

It can be seen that if she hadn't been too thin by the ruthless pain and her face was too pale, she must have been a beautiful young girl.

The room was quiet, as if you could hear the rustling sound of snowflakes falling on the ground outside the house and the even breathing of the teenager in front of Yang Huanyu.

After a long time, Yang Huanyu's tears gradually stopped, wiped away the tears on her face, and began to stare at the beautiful face in front of her. Looking at the teenager sleeping so peacefully, there seemed to be a faint smile on the corners of his mouth. He should have had an extremely sweet dream.

Seeing this, Yang Huanyu couldn't help laughing, got up and held the little black dog lying under the table in his arms. His white palm gently stroked his little head and asked in a low voice, "Xiaohei, do you think God saw me poor and almost forgot my brother's appearance before I met him."

Xiaohei lay quietly in Yang Huanyu's arms, and a small head was buried in her elbow. He closed his eyes slightly, was drowsy, and ignored her at all.

Yang Huanyu naturally knew that the dog would not answer her words. She just regarded Xiaohei as an object to talk to, just to tell him the words buried in her heart and had nowhere to talk about.

"If he sleeps on the table like this, will his neck hurt when he wakes up tomorrow?"

Yang Huanyu put Xiaohei on the ground and planned to carry Yan Ji to his ** lying down. She stood behind Yan Ji, pinching his armpits with her hands. As soon as she took him off the table, they fell to the ground together.

She got up and tried a few times, but still couldn't pick up Yan Ji. Finally, she gave up, sighed and complained, "It's really heavy!"

He looked at Yan Ji, who was lying on the ground and fell to the ground, but still didn't wake up. He couldn't help laughing and said, "He slept so soundly, it's really like a pig!"

Yang Huanyu took out two brocade quilts from the boudoir in the inner room, and one bed fell on the ground beside the table. It took a lot of effort to drag Yan Ji to it, and the other quilt covered Yan Ji's body. Finally, he put the brazier in front of Yan Ji's head to make the heating closer to him.

Just these actions made her sweaty, gasped, and suddenly sat next to Yan Ji and rested.

Whenever she thought that this person was tossed by her and could still sleep peacefully, Yang Huanyu couldn't help laughing a few times.

Xiaohei circled around the floor and drilled into the quilt along the gap between Yan Ji's chest. For it, it is much warmer than sleeping directly on the cold ground.

Yang Huanyu didn't notice this scene. She rested for a moment and looked around. She didn't find any trace of Xiaohei, so she called out, "Xiaohei! Where is it? Come out quickly."

A rapid agitation in the quilt, Xiaohei got out of the quilt, stepped on Yan Ji's handsome face without mercy, and then shook his head and tail in front of Yang Huanyu, thinking that something good was coming.

Yang Huanyu witnessed the whole process and couldn't help laughing. She reached out and patted Xiaohei's head a few times. She smiled and scolded, "You dead dog is really naughty. You are so dirty. Don't drill into the quilt again."

Xiaohei whined twice, leaned his head on Yang Huanyu's instep, and lay down reluctantly.

She stroked the dog's head like this and sat on the floor, stunned. After a long time, I felt sleepy, my eyes closed slightly, and my head was buried between my knees.

Suddenly, a crackling sound of burning came into her ears, followed by a pungent smell of fur pouring into her nose.

Yang Huanyu turned his head and saw that Xiaohei used Yan Ji's hair as a toy and kept biting it. A large pinch of hair was thrown into the brazier beside him, which was burning cracklingly.

Yang Huanyu hurried forward, stepped on the smoke and flames, and trampled out a pinch of burning hair. She almost stepped on Yan Ji's handsome face.

Yang Huanyu kicked the fire basin away and looked at the scene in front of her. She was angry and funny. She reached out and pulled Xiaohei's ear and scolded with a smile, "Dead dog! Can't be honest. You almost got into trouble and threw you outside to prevent you from staying in the house.

After saying that, he picked it up with Xiaohei's ear in one hand, opened the door, threw Xiaohei into the snow outside the house, and scolded, "Dead dog, sleep outside tonight. You will freeze you to death!"

"Yuer, can you still quarrel with a dog? Where did it mess with you? You have to throw it out of the house and freeze to death.

Under the corridor of the eaves, there was a gentle voice. Yang Huanyu turned around and looked at it, but her mother Su Qiurong was walking towards her bedroom.

Yang Huanyu was shocked for fear of being discovered by her mother. She hurriedly closed the door, leaned her back against the door, and said in a panic, "Mom, why are you here?"

Su Qiurong smiled and said, "It's so late. Seeing that the light was still on in your room and hearing your whispering, I came to see what you were doing!"

Yang Huanyu reluctantly smiled a few times and shook his head and said, "No, it's nothing. I'm going to bed now. Mother, go quickly!"

Listening to her daughter let herself go faster, Su Qiurong was surprised that she would never talk like this.

Su Qiurong has walked to the door of the house. Through the door, she smelled a thick smell of hair burning in the room. She frowned and asked, "Yuer, what are you playing in the room?" What did you burn?"

Yang Huanyu thought for a moment and suddenly replied, "I didn't play anything!" My fox fur coat was dragged into the brazier by Little Black, so I threw the dead dog outside, so you can smell the smell of burning fur.

Su Qiurong looked up and down at her daughter and frowned, "Yuer, isn't your fox fur coat well on you?"

"Is it?" Yang Huanyu hurriedly looked at his coat, pondered for a moment, and said, "No, I mean another coat."

Su Qiurong stretched out her hand and pinched it gently on her face and said, "Do you have another fox coat? Why doesn't my mother know? It's weird!"

With that, he put his hands on Yang Huanyu's slender waist, held her away from the door and pushed the door into the room.

At first sight of the scene in the house, Su Qiurong was dumbfounded. The room was filled with smoke and the smell was pungent. Listening to Yuyuan's burning boy slept on the floor, his hair was burned into a ball, and there was a black footprint on the ground in front of his head.

Su Qiurong glanced at her daughter and asked coldly, "What's going on?"

Yang Huanyu lowered her head and dared not look up to look at her mother. She hesitated and replied, "I, him, that, he came to play with me. Later, he fell asleep on the table. Later, I wanted to drag him to ** to lie down, but later I couldn't drag him. Later, I simply laid a floor and let him sleep on the ground. Later..." /P>

Su Qiurong interrupted, "I'm afraid you asked him to come to play with you, right?" I asked him why his hair was burned like that. Isn't it because you are greedy?

Yang Huanyu secretly glanced at his mother, made a "sh" gesture, and whispered, "Sh down, don't wake him up. He has to get up early to work tomorrow!" If you don't sleep well, won't you be done?"

Seeing her daughter suppress her temper by this means, Su Qiurong felt quite funny and couldn't blame her daughter for a moment. She cooperated with her and lowered her voice and said, "Yuer! So how did his hair get burned? Do you want to say what the dog did?

Yang Huanyu nodded heavily and said, "Yes, how do you know?"

Su Qiurong frowned and asked, "Is that so? Does that dog still have this kind of ability?"

Yang Huanyu nodded again and replied, "Yes, Xiaohei bit his hair and threw it into the brazier."

Su Qiurong pointed to the brazier in the distance and asked her daughter, "That brazier is so far away from him. How did Xiaohei throw his hair into the brazier?"

Yang Huanyu opened her round eyes and replied, "Mom, the brazier was very close to him at first, but later I kicked it away."

Su Qiurong thought that this was done by her daughter, but she saw her daughter's defense in all kinds of ways. She thought that she was afraid of being scolded by herself. For a moment, it was difficult to ask again. She stretched out her finger on her forehead gently, and then went into the room to find a pair of scissors to help Yan Ji trim her messy hair.

Yang Huanyu also squatted down and watched her mother trim her hair for Yan Ji.

Su Qiurong glanced at her, and her majestic expression suddenly became gentle and kind. She asked her daughter softly, "Yuer, did you ask him to play with you because you often miss your brother recently?"

Yang Huanyu lowered his head and said in a trembling voice, "However, although he looks like his brother, he will not coax me like his brother..."

Su Qiurong stopped her daughter in her arms, and her gentle eyes flowed with shining water.

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After the darkness before dawn, the world gradually brightened.

The dancing snowflakes have stopped. After a night of blizzard baptism, the outside of the house has been wrapped in a silver-covered world.

The cultivation man was extremely** with the smell of blood. Yan Ji was seriously injured and had a strong smell of blood on his body. Originally, he could not escape the keen sense of smell of Su Qiurong and other masters, but because Xiaohei burned his hair while playing, the pungent smell covered the smell of blood, which made Yan Ji escape.

The sleeping face, as if awakened by a nightmare, suddenly jumped out of the quilt. What came into his eyes was a slender face with a smile. Today, she changed into an orange dress and crossed the collar on her chest. It was a thick cashmere collar, white as snow.

"I changed my new clothes today. Does it look good?" Yang Huanyu opened his arms and seemed to dance to show him his new clothes.

Yan Ji blurted out not to answer her words, but a series of questions: "Where am I? How can I sleep here? Did anyone find me last night? Is it morning now..."