...

Another night.

Yi Lin worked all night.

When he opened his eyes again, Jian Nanchun still maintained the "like being shocked".

Ah, Jian Nanchun's sternness lasted for a night.

The monk is used to sitting in seclusion and staying motion all night, and it is no big deal.

Yi Lin shook his hand in front of Jian Nanchun. Brother Chun, who was hit hard, finally came to his senses.

He glanced at Yi Lin like a resentful woman in the deep boudoir, and wanted to speak but stopped.

Yi Lin wiped out the bonfire and slapped the sleeping junior sister, and the three of them set off again.

"Can I sit on your skateboard?" Xia Xiaoman finally couldn't help but point at Jian Nanchun's narrow flying sword and complained: "Senior Brother Jian's sword is so sword-like! It's so uncomfortable!"

Jian Nanchun was stunned again.

If you say Lin Yi has high requirements, then let it go.

Unexpectedly, the new junior sister also disliked his flying sword and felt uncomfortable sitting.

"Okay."

Yi Lin glanced at Xia Xiaoman calmly and thought to himself that this was also an opportunity to win the favorability of the junior sister.

If you have the favorability level, won’t you be able to do whatever you want? Isn’t it normal to borrow a [Human Emperor Seal] or something?

So Yilin agreed readily.

No matter how funny the jet skateboard looks, it is more comfortable to sit down than a flying sword.

However, Yi Lin missed Xiaoqing's soft back, which was warm and warm, as if she was sitting on a ball of duck feather pillow.

He regretted it a little, and did not apply to take Xiaoqing out of the mountain when he went down the mountain.

...

Sunrise in the east red.

After a night of blizzard, the silver makeup was everywhere, shining brightly in the morning light.

The familiar snow scene made Yi Lin miss him and couldn't help but hum a song softly.

Xia Xiaoman sat silently behind Yi Lin, gently pinching the corner of her senior brother's clothes with both hands.

If Jian Nanchun hadn't been uncomfortable sitting in a seat, she wouldn't have made such a request with her new and old hatred for Yi Lin.

Xia Xiaoman is not only angry with Yi Lin, but also complains to Jian Nanchun.

Senior Brother Jian, Senior Brother Jian, why can’t you make the flying sword bigger?

Wouldn't it be nice to add two seats and make it into a carriage-like style?

Xia Xiaoman thought to himself.

The three of them headed west.

Dongsheng Shenzhou, the territory of the Daqing Dynasty, and the thirteen provinces in the south of the south are all under the jurisdiction of the Zhennan King.
Chapter completed!