Thinking of this, Di Chen'er took a deep breath and vomited it out for a long time, and said helplessly: "Is this God thinking about making things difficult for me?"

Feng Luan glanced at his depressed face with a slanted look. She seemed to be thinking about something, and then asked after a moment: "If I help you, why would you thank me?"

Di Chen'er said: "What can you help me?"

"I can't tell the Palace Master, and I don't know what the Palace Master thought, but..." Feng Luan was silent for a moment, and then said firmly: "But I can help you in my own name! Don't think too much, I'm just afraid that your battle will involve me, the monster of the Southern Barbarians."

Di Chen'er thought for a moment when she heard this. If Feng Luan really went to help her, although this was a good thing in essence, Di Chen'er was a little psychologically resistant because he knew clearly how Feng Luan looked at what he did before. Feng Luan, who suddenly changed, was obviously acting intently. Di Chen'er didn't want to have any slight connection with this woman anymore, for fear that she would fall into it. At that time, he would still be the "spoiler" Di Chen'er who blamed herself.

Thinking of this, Di Chener smiled heartily, "Forget it, this is my business and it has nothing to do with you."

Feng Luan said "Oh", and was silent for a moment, and asked coldly: "I don't think I know what you want to do yet, can you tell me?"

Di Chen'er's arms were crossed to her chest, and walked towards the snow in front of the cave, saying, "My uncle once gave me the title of "demon king" in front of everyone. This is the "shield" given to me by my uncle. However, after the battle of Fengchen, no one cares about me, a weak and lonely man. Since the demon king's rank is to seize the right to speak in the "demon king", I have to go and hold the "demon king" firmly in my hands. This is the first major event.

The second major event is that no matter whether I have to get the 'demon king', I will have to stain the long sword of blood when the Chinese monsters gather, kill those demons who betrayed my uncle at critical moments! The Golden-winged Tiger Clan and the Purple Moon Wolf Clan, these two tribes must be destroyed and must die at my hands. Who made them belong to the four royal clans? Their rebellion has driven the wind in the entire demon world."

"Do you have confidence?" Feng Luan asked as he looked at the young man standing in the wind and snow.

Di Chen'er smiled and said, "If I have confidence, I will not convince the Nanman everywhere. If I have confidence, I will not hide and wait so passively."

Feng Luan said: "Then why do you still want to go?"

"Because I have the determination!" Di Chen'er clenched his fists and blasted out in the snow, causing a more violent snowflake storm. Di Chen'er looked at the snowflakes that were sensation by her punch, and suddenly had the idea of ​​dancing a sword in the snow, and then summoned the Qingfeng and Mingyue, and danced the gorgeous sword Wu Xuantian rage.

Feng Luan looked at the young man dancing in the snow, his eyes were staring at the handsome face with inexplicable smiles. He walked one by one, and the young man was refreshing and neat, leaving a series of footprints on the snow. The heavy snow fur was flying like willow catkins, as if he was smiling, and he was very excited. Feng Luan couldn't understand why he was liberated from the depression just now so quickly. She thought for a long time and finally gave herself an explanation that "maybe if you don't lie to yourself, you will be very tired."

Feng Luan hated the wind and snow very much, but when she looked at the young man dancing the sword, she took back the green flames attached to her body for warmth. The wind and snow fell on her hair and on her eyelid feathers. This was the first time she thought the snow was very beautiful, and the first time she had the strange thought of walking in the snow.

Feng Luan pursed her lips and smiled, and her fingers clamped the phoenix feather flying knife. She swung it straight, and the flying knife connected the snowflakes of different shapes, causing the snow that looked like dust.

The young sword Ling Ran blocked the flying knife, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and then grabbed the flying knife empty-handed, and moved his wrist slightly. The flying knife passed a long rainbow in the wind and snow, and was once again pointed by Feng Luan.

The boy held the sword in reverse, and through the wind and snow, he saw that the woman as clean as ice lotus was changing from her previous coldness and was smiling. Although he didn't know why she laughed, Di Chen'er said through the whistling sound of the wind and snow: "You are quite beautiful. If you want to get married and want to get rid of the name of the ice lotus pure girl, how about I find a reliable man for you?"

The sound of wind and snow could not cover the boy's voice, but Feng Luan pretended to be loud and asked, "What did you say just now?"

Di Chen'er walked quickly towards Feng Luan, thinking of getting closer to her and saying it again, but just after walking a few steps, he saw something flying towards him. When he looked closely, it was not the phoenix feather flying knife this time, but a snowball. Di Chen'er hurriedly avoided, and the snowball fell on the snow behind him and scattered into a piece of land.

"Do you want to have a snowball fight?" Di Chen'er asked with a smile. His body had been bent down, and he took back the Qingfeng and Mingyue. He held the thick snow in both hands and squeezed it into a snowball.

Feng Luan smiled and said, "This is a child's fun, how could I play with you?"

Before the voice had fallen, a rapid snowball hit directly on the long green lotus skirt on her chest. She was not angry, but smiled slightly at the snow block printed on her chest.

Just as she was smiling, another snowball pierced through Feng Xue and fell on Feng Luan's head. The golden hairpin that was inserted between her hair was accidentally dropped by the snowball. Feng Luan shook her head helplessly, bent down to pick up the hairpin, and while holding up the snowball, she picked up the snowball, pinched a snowball. When she stood up, she looked at the hairpin and the snowball, and she smiled and murmured: "Aunt, my niece is really moved."

After talking, Feng Luan did not bring the hairpin to her head again, but instead took it, and then ran towards the boy who was smiling happily in the snow, bent down to stoke the bigger snowball.

When the young man saw her figure, he quickly got up and threw the snowball away. The woman did not hide and let the snowball hit her body, and then threw her own snowball.

Di Chen'er hurriedly avoided and gradually opened the distance between him and the woman. One chased and the other hid, like snowballs on both sides, one letting it fall on her body and wet her clothes, while the other did not get any stains on her clothes and she was still laughing happily.

The snow was left with their chasing steps, but they were gradually covered by new wind and snow. After a while, the footprints left here will eventually disappear into the white snow with the wind and snow.

When I look back, others don’t know that the snow is marked, and only my heart knows the fun in the matter. The white snow leaves no traces, the timid heart only keeps my mind, and I have no support to the wind to watch the snow in this life. In this life, I admire the snow and listen to the wind.

"Di Chen'er, don't you understand what kind of pity for the fragrance and sacrificing jade is?"

"Feng Luan, what you need to score when playing snowball fights is just winning or losing. You are too stupid~"

"Eat a snowball in this girl!"

"Not even hit this!?"
Chapter completed!