Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

My own girl is always like this, which makes her feel a little embarrassed.

Naturally, she wouldn't do this to an ordinary girl, but for some reason, her own girl gave her a different feeling.

How should I put it, there is always a bit of handsome masculinity, and that bit of heroic feeling always makes Xiaolu unconsciously fascinated.

Looking at Gu Nan who was close at hand, Xiaolu's eyes were dazed again.

My own girl was born really handsome.

Thinking of this, her face became hot again.

Gu Nan patted her on the head, looked at her thin clothes, smiled and took off his cloak, and put it on her body.

"You're not like a rough man like us, you're not afraid of catching cold if you wear so little."

"The girl is not a rough person. I have met many people, but they are not as smart as the girl."

"Puff." Gu Nan laughed out loud.

Looking back at the flying snow in mid-air.

"The snow fell really early in Daqin."

"In previous years it was even earlier, it started to fall in early November." Xiaolu looked at Gu Nan and Xuetian, as if someone had something on her mind.

"Really." Gu Nan suddenly said with a smile for some unknown reason: "It doesn't necessarily snow once a year on our side. Every time it snows, many people will come out to watch."

"Girl..." Xiaolu turned her head and looked at Gu Nan.

Miss, are you homesick?

"Girl, where is the girl's home?"

Gu Nan raised her head, the sky was filled with snow, and the dry and cold fine snow scattered like singing and dancing, covering Daqin with a layer of tulle.

After a long time, she turned her head.

"The snow is too heavy to see."

Said, looked at Xiaolu, smiled: "Xiaolu, I want to dance sword, do you want to watch?"

"Okay." Little Green said happily.

The sword danced by the girl is the most beautiful, even better than Mr. Ghost's.

"Sen."

Like a stream of autumn water, the light of the sword lights up, and the flying snow disperses in all directions. The slightly cold sword edge is covered with snow, and a thin layer of frost condenses, and the hilt of the sword is cold.

In the snow, the sword is bright and dark, sometimes it seems to be submerged, and sometimes it seems to be a flash in the pan.

The figure is graceful, with a bit of loneliness and a bit of ethereal.

It makes people worry that she is like this snow, which melts when touched.

"Om."

The long sword hummed, and the tip of the sword caught a snowflake.

In an instant, it seemed to be frozen.

Afterwards, the sword rose, and the sword dance was half cool.

There is another old tree in the yard of Gu Nan's room, it is not known what kind it is, and it grows tall.

In November, the leaves on the trees have fallen almost clean.

Only scattered dead leaves are left, still swaying in the cold wind.

Finally, a dead leaf could not hold on and fell in the wind.

Withered and yellow leaves fall leisurely.

Gu Nan's sword was also put into its sheath.

A few months later, according to Guigu's words, her swordsmanship has been slightly improved.

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The gate of the mansion was opened.

Bai Qi shook the snow on his shoulders, and took off his cloak.

The housekeeper, Lao Lian, had already stood there early and took over the cloak.

Guiguzi was sitting in the living room drinking tea, while teaching Gu Nan swordsmanship, he temporarily took advantage of Bai Qi's mansion.

Seeing Bai Qi walking in, he raised his eyes.

"I called you to see King Qin this early in the morning, what's the matter?" Guiguzi asked casually in a calm voice.

After speaking, he took a sip of the warm tea in his hand.

On dry and cold days, warm tea can always warm your throat.

Bai Qi didn't answer in a hurry, he looked a little helpless, and sat down on the soft bed in front of Guigu.

"Zhao Guo has changed generals."

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Guigu put down his tea and smiled: "King Zhao is in a hurry, Zhao Xian is in decline. What do you think?"

"Zhao must lose, it's just how to lose." Bai Qi added a cup of tea for himself.

There was unquestionable confidence in his tone.

This is indeed the case. Bai Qi has fought more than [-] times in his life without losing a single one. He is confident in his strength.

"Why is that so?"

Guigu looked at Baiqi.

Bai Qi frowned: "I, this time I want to take Nan'er to the battle to hone it."

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The hall is quiet.