He spoke, hissed, hugged his arms and moistened his lips, which were dried by the cold wind, and joked: "This season, if we can roast a fire, cook a pot, and drink some wine, it will be much more than ever before."

Zhao Yin heard the chill in her voice, looked back, suddenly raised his arm, "Come on."

He was wearing a wide and thick cloak, and when he raised his arms, an open and wind-shielding place appeared under his armpits.

But if Shi Yongruo stood over, wouldn’t that mean he was holding it in his arms?

She hesitated for a moment and stood stiffly beside him. Zhao Yin hummed lowly, covered her arm and blocked her under the cloak, like a kitten, dog, and lamb that was protected by the frozen cat, dog and lamb. Her movements were natural, calm and polite, without any intention of obscenity, and there was no unnecessary expression on her face.

"Look at what that is?"

Shi Yong looked closely.

"Big Black?"

The dog was released in the morning, and Shi Yong could not always let it occupy the food of the soldiers, nor could the soldiers eat steamed buns, and the dog eats meat. This not only damaged Zhao Yin's reputation, but she really couldn't get over it.

The darkness enters the mountain, like a bird throwing into the forest.

Looking from the wall, a small dark dot ran among the forest.

At the end of August, the grass withered leaves fell, and the black spot was here and there, and it looked very happy.

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After reading yesterday's off-topic, a girl sent a soul question:

Does the white horse man press the knife?
Chapter completed!