However, it can't blow the confidence of food either, so Yange shook his head and shook his head immediately: "It's not that I don't like it, I can't see it."

She didn't want to expose her shortcomings at the moment.

But this hundred miles of smoke is because the smell on his body is so good that she can't afford to be prepared.

"The sun is too bright. Everything around you, including you, is a shadow to me. I can't see anything."

The smile on Bailixing Yan's face slowly froze.

He reached out and wanted to hold her in his arms again, but she took his hand: "You can take me by walking, you don't need to hold."

She was afraid that she would gradually get maggots in his arms, and could not help but ate him.

Bailixing didn't refute, he took her hand, walked slowly forward, crossed the bridge, that is, the stone road, this time, he picked her up without asking.

Words of Song: ...

Well, in fact, she does not reject, she really likes to be held by him.

His nose was against his chest, and he smelled the smell of him. Real Nima's, it felt like a person who was hungry for a lifetime smelled the smell of meat.

Wonderful.

To bite or not to bite?

She rubbed her teeth and tried to divert her attention with the topic: "Do you know me?"

"Well," Bailixing Yan said, "I know you."

"I can't do it, is your bride?"

After all, he was wearing a bridal attire.

After a hundred miles of smoking, he bowed his head and looked at Yange's pale, bloodless face.

She seemed to have no memories.

She has no memory, and is not the same as before.

His thoughts gradually drifted away, or his chest hurt a little, and pulled back his thoughts.

She looked up and looked at him with a guilty smile: "I accidentally bit you, I'm sorry."

He hugged her tightly. "Anyway, bite."

Does this person think that his flesh can grow out instantly after being bitten?

Although Yan Ge panicked, he didn't stop talking.

This man always felt weird. Although he smelled really good, she didn't want to bite him anymore.

"I'm not your bride?" Yange continued to ask him, "how do you treat me this way? What's my relationship with you?"

Bailixing opened his mouth and did not answer.

Yan Song looked up at him puzzlingly, although he could not see what he looked like, but she felt that at this time, he seemed quite tangled.

Anyway, she can fuse the host's memory, and then she will know everything.

So now, Bailixingyan's answer is unnecessary to her.

She just wanted to transfer her own maggots in this way of chatting: "Is this bamboo forest where you usually live?"

"No," he said, "this is for you."

After crossing the bluestone slab road, it is a fenced yard surrounded by bamboo. There is a bamboo weave in front of the yard.

Yange asked him, "What is written on it?"

"Listening to the wind."

"It's a pretty good name." It was too popular, and she didn't stand tall at all. She landed from his arms, ignored the hand he stretched out, and stepped into the yard first.

The geese were raised in the yard. When they saw people, they fluttered their wings and came over. Yange was a stranger. They dared to greet Yange and tried to drive the outsider out.

Still a hundred miles of smoke aside, these geese hurriedly blocked: "This is your master, you must listen to her, and do not bite her."