"If you don't lie to me, you lie to me every sentence."

"Agreed to take me back to the Wu clan, and stopped when we reached Yongzhou."

"Agreed not to leave me alone, leave me alone in Chaocheng, and let me leave in the Great Wilderness."

"Agreed that I wasn't injured. How many injuries did I get to be alone in the heavens... Would you like me to count it for you?"

Shi Wuluo turned his back to Qiu Bodeng, lowered his eyelashes, his fingers trembled slightly in his sleeves, trying his best to restrain the urge to turn back. He's awake now, yes, but how long can he stay awake? he does not know. He didn't even know if he would fall into a real blood-thirsty demon at any time.

The snow fell on Shi Wuluo's hair, and Qiu Bodeng looked at him like a white head from behind.

"Alo, when will I teach you..."

Unbelievable?

Before he could speak, he suddenly stopped.

He did teach his Arlo what it means to be unbelieving, and taught Arlo how to deceive... From leaving Zhunan to ascending the steps of the sky alone, and to the underworld, the road Arlo traveled, step by step, with him Completely overlapped once traveled. The heavenly steps he climbed, the blood of Arlo flowed through, and the ghost in which he buried his soul also became the life of Arlo's struggle.

……what is this?

Isn't the upper beam right and the lower beam crooked?

Qiu Bo Dengtou once discovered that Arlo had indeed learned from him thoroughly.

"Meicheng and Qianlaicheng are both active. The Baigong Village Master is here to test you. The news of my falling demon should have already spread," Shi Wuluo lowered his eyes, watching the snow on the ground. The thicker he whispered, "If I stay in this world for too long, the Twelve Continents will become another great wasteland..."

"Then you are going back to the Great Wilderness?"

Qiu Bodeng interrupted him from behind.

"..."

Shi Wu Luo was silent, not knowing how to answer.

He stared blankly at his fingertips.

In the past thousands of years, there was no difference between flowers withering and blooming, and there was no difference between wood and wood. He only understood what resentment was, but now it was completely different from before.

There are hundreds of flavors in the world, the most bitter is not deserved.

After a long time, Shi Wuluo bowed his head, and the chain of divine consciousness condensed from black qi appeared on the wrists of him and Qiu Bodeng.

Qiu Bo Deng waited for a while, waiting for the result of unlocking the chain of consciousness, and for a while, he couldn't even scold the "idiot".

...Why didn't you find this guy so stubborn before?

"Row."

Qiu Bodeng gritted his teeth, not wanting to laugh.

He didn't stop Shi Wuluo from unraveling the chain of consciousness, and only lowered his head to find a ring that Lu Jing had collected before. After flipping through the pages, I found the "New Talks in the World". I found the part of the main issue's longings. As soon as I cleared my throat, my face didn't change, and I started to read:

"I send the gods... Zhisheng Yuanshui, the king lives in Lisang, the rivers before the snow falls... I want to cut the mountain orchid as a gift to the king, but I am afraid that the mountain orchid will not know me, and I want to cross the river to chase the king, but I am afraid that the river will not carry it. I……"

Chapter 138 "Would you like to kiss me under the tree?"

"...No one returns to the cloud to send, and drink alone on the high platform."

"...The reflection of the reed flowers, the lonely boat at the end of the world, the autumn water lingers. I was shocked to see, a sleeve of red clothes fell on the window sill. It was a hope, a dream of twelve years, a haggard sky facing the moon. No, the boat will come again.” The green jade fingers turned over Xue Xuan, and the poet who was sitting by the water commented, “Writing lyrically, the language is graceful, and it reads like a bookstore on Cangzhou Yunze… The reeds dangle for thousands of hectares, the water is clear and the sky is light, the fishing boats are all half-roofed, and the reeds are folded and ignited in the evening..."

The cold wind blows over the Black Rock Cliff.

On the cliff, a plum shadow is slanted, scattered, and the dark red petals fall, or fall in the shadow, or fall on the pool surface, or fall on the stone. Among them, three or two spots of red were stained on the shoulders of the thin man who had his back to Hantan and the boy.

Hands hanging by his side, fingers taut.

The sound of turning the book came from behind, and Qiu Bodeng seemed to pretend that he did not exist. One after another, he recited the love poems written by countless scholars, scholars and even anonymous monks in the twelve continents. The bridge's Hailang, straightforward and unrestrained, also like Cangzhou Yunze's love at first sight, euphemistically tossing.

until the sentence:

"It is planned to change Wanjin for frivolity, to look back for a while, and give each other a tan and hairpin ring."

The page of "New Talks in the World" was suddenly held down.

A pale hand covered Qiu Bodeng's hand and even blocked the rest of the words.

Qiu Bodeng tilted his head and looked at Shi Wuluo sideways. The end of his eyes naturally sweeps out a long and upward arc, and when he looks sideways at people, there is a line that is more attractive and gorgeous than the blade of a red knife, cutting a charming bright line in the dark, like a smile but not a smile.

"Aren't you leaving?" Qiu Bodeng asked coolly, "What are you doing now?"

"I……"

The evil spirit in the silver ashes suddenly stagnates.

"It's cold in Xizhou, and the snow season is long. The further north you go, the harder the ground freezes, and the harder it is to work the woodwork. You can only pour the igloo, but the wind is strong, so the igloo can't be built too high, only two people can hug each other. And sleep, just like this to keep warm in the long night." Qiu Bodeng was not in a hurry to provoke him, but talked about seemingly unrelated customs, "two people who live in an igloo, Called the 'Co-felt People'..."

Having said that, Qiu Bodeng paused for a while and asked the teacher Wu Luo:

"If we were in the cold land of Xizhou, what would the igloo look like?"

Without waiting for Shi Wuluo to answer, he decided on his own.

"Well, if it's a dome, it shouldn't be too big. When two people go in and out at the same time, they will touch each other's shoulders. The door should be built lower, and the head should be lowered when you go out, otherwise you will be bumped."