He has lived with his brother for more than twenty years and has never seen him smiling so happily.
My old brother also loved to laugh.
But that kind of smile is definitely different from the kind of smile we have now.
He looked at his happy face and could even feel his soul radiating warmth.
The world of Xuanyuan Yu and Ling Luo seemed to be no longer able to accommodate the figure of Xuanyuan Ze.
He suddenly became jealous, jealous of this happiness.
Jealous of brother, jealous of Ling Luo.
When will he be able to have such happiness without having to live in the shadows all day long?
Thinking of this, Xuanyuan Ze sighed heavily again, turned around with a depressed expression, closed the bedroom door with a look, and went to the next room alone.
Sitting in the side hall, Xuanyuan Ze picked up the porridge in the bowl with a spoon boredly, put it in his mouth, and took a bite.
After just one mouthful, he spit it out.
“It tastes weird!”
It's not salty, but very astringent. It's obviously because too much cocoon was put in when cooking the porridge.
After spitting it out, Xuanyuan Ze hurriedly poured a cup of tea and gargled frantically.
Really, Ling Luo can still drink such unpleasant porridge with gusto. Is his tongue broken?
Xuanyuan Ze opened the window and spat out a mouthful of mouthwash.
No, his tongue was too astringent, and he spit out mouthfuls of warm water one after another.
It wasn't until he had used up a whole pot of hot tea that his mouth felt much better.
Xuanyuan Ze wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and complained: "This Ling Luo is really a freak!"
"Brother, it's true. When you cook such terrible porridge, do you want to poison people to death?" He stuck out his tongue and let the air-conditioning outside the window absorb the heat from it.
Outside the window of the side hall is the large crystal clear ice lake behind the house.
Dongchen is cold all year round, and the ice lake can be said to be a real ice lake. There is a thick layer of ice on the lake, and only two holes are drilled in the corners to facilitate the villagers to get water.
A large group of huge snowbirds fluttered on the ice, their swords were at war, and they seemed to be fighting.
This was the first time Xuanyuan Ze saw this kind of bird. Its feathers were as white as snow, and only the pointed beak was bright red, which was very beautiful.
There are thousands of birds in such a large flock.
These birds fought fiercely, blood spattered, and the bodies of dozens of snowbirds continued to fall from the air.
Xuanyuan Ze took a closer look and discovered that the source of the fight between this large group of cold snowbirds was actually a round thing in the middle of the ice lake.
The surface of the round thing was covered with a thick layer of ice and covered with snowflakes, making it difficult to see the inside. However, from such a distance, Xuanyuan Ze could still feel a faint aura coming from the round ball.
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Xuanyuan Ze became very interested, a trace of mischief flashed in his dark golden eyes, he jumped out of the window and headed towards the round ice ball.
When the numerous Hanxue birds saw that there was a human coveting their treasure, they immediately became furious and stopped fighting among themselves, becoming enemies of the same enemy.
They waved their huge wings, tens of thousands of them swooped down from mid-air, and attacked Xuanyuan Ze at the same time.
Xuanyuan Ze, with quick eyes and quick hands, hugged the round ice ball, then quickly dodged it, and attacked the birds with a few golden lights in his backhand.
But how could he alone, whose strength has not yet reached the level of martial arts, be able to withstand tens of thousands of magical beasts and birds?