Chapter 181 The Way of Management

   "However... this kind of usage, in reality, is very suitable for those guys in the Blood Demon Palace." Ke Xiaoliang opened his mind, and vaguely had another concept, but it has not yet fully formed.

"Really... why do you always want to entrap the lovely monks of the Blood Demon Palace? This must be influenced by the Ten Demon Sect. I need Miss Zhengdao, use her broad chest to calm down the restless demon heart. " Ke Xiaoliang smiled and stood up, shaking his head.

  The afterglow of the setting sun passed through the flower pots on the eaves, and sprinkled mottledly on Ke Xiaoliang's handsome face, which had a lazy and free and easy flavor.

  Crossing the bridge, the girl in white standing on the bridge saw this scene, her heart skipped a beat inexplicably, and her face blushed quickly.

  An ancient folk song spread from the other side of the street to Ke Xiaoliang's dim sum shop.

  Under the night that is about to fall, the lights are extraordinarily bright.

  Today is the Fire Festival of the black people in Belvedere.

  People will tie up all kinds of torches in the upper reaches of the Lishui River, then light them, put them on paper boats or grass boats as strong as possible, and float down the river.

   Of course, there will be people along the coast who will be responsible for watching to avoid causing fire.

   According to legend, the farther the torch floats on the water, the wider the dark river will be illuminated, and the more it will be blessed by the Snow Mountain Goddess.

  Some disciples of Cuiyun Mountain will also get involved in it because of the excitement of the festival.

   "It's so lively!"

   "Speaking of which, in my world, shouldn't we also have occasional festivals to create some atmosphere?"

"As we all know, the purpose of all festivals is for consumption. If a special festival is completed, the harvest of that day will be worth ten times or even a hundred times that of ordinary days." Ke Xiaoliang stood in front of the window, thinking about his business way.

   "Hey!" A figure suddenly came out from the corner, trying to scare Ke Xiaoliang.

  Ke Xiaoliang turned his head with a smile, looking aggressively at the person who came.

  Although you start as a friend, you must never fix yourself as a friend.

   Always use actions to remind someone that men and women are different, and he covets her. This is not an offense, but a silent hint.

  Of course...you need to be careful and grasp the scale.

   Fortunately, Ke Xiaoliang is not in a hurry, he has a lot of time.

   "Didn't you get caught by your senior sister?"

   "I thought you would be able to escape at least the day after tomorrow." Ke Xiaoliang said to Yang Zhenzhen, using a tone that seemed to be chatty, dissolving the embarrassment just now.

  A qualified sea king can always retract freely.

  Yang Zhenzhen breathed a sigh of relief, but her heart was beating violently.

  Then proudly raised his nose, and said proudly: "Senior Sister! How can I be arrested? I deceived her with a puppet charm."

  Ke Xiaohao said curiously: "Puppet symbol? What have you turned into yourself? You are not afraid of being exposed."

  Yang Zhenzhen continued proudly: "I put the puppet symbol on my Xiangxiang's body."

  Xiangxiang is Yang Zhenzhen's pet, a little spirit pig.

   "Not bad... You have a very clear understanding of yourself, and I am very pleased with your husband." Ke Xiaoliang said.

   "For...for...for...for your husband?" Yang Zhenzhen was taken aback by the sudden attack.

Before he could escape or quibble, he heard Ke Xiaoliang say again: "For a husband? You think so? Did I mean to be a father? Okay! Yang Zhenzhen! I want to be your father, but you want me to be your father." Husband, I treat you as my daughter, but you want to sleep with me?"

  Ke Xiaoliang stared wide-eyed, looking at Yang Zhenzhen with disbelief.

  Yang Zhenzhen's both hands continued to slap, and then he sent 18 palms, and continued to attack Ke Xiaoliang fiercely.

  But Ke Xiaoliang grabbed the little hand, and then held it tightly.

   "Let's go! Let's watch someone set a torch!" Ke Xiaoliang said, jumped over the window, and dragged Yang Zhenzhen to the upper reaches of the Lishui River.

  The two came to the upstream, near the city border, where a large number of people gathered.

  The black-clothed tribesmen, who wear mainly black clothes, are tying torches that symbolize light on sturdy straw boats or paper boats.

  torches of various shapes were lit one after another.

  One boat after another floated down the river.

"In the legend of the Black Clothes Race, the Snow Mountain Goddess fell in love with the God of Fire in the sky, so she melted herself into Lishui, flowing in the land of Yunzhou. Yang Zhenzhen! Do you think the God of Fire knows the Goddess of Snow Mountain's intentions for him?" Ke Xiaoliang asked road.

  Yang Zhenzhen blinked his big eyes, a little confused.

  Although she has an obscene body, her heart is like a blank sheet of paper, and she has not been awakened to some things.

  Although Ke Xiaoliang is the head of the Ten Demon Sects, he inherits his master's demeanor and does not take pleasure in being strong.

  If it is only for the pleasure of those few hours, it is not as good as the pleasure of traveling in the sea of ​​spiritual energy when practicing.

  Yang Zhenzhen thought about it, and replied: "I should know it!"

   "Even if I didn't know it at first, Lishui has flowed in Yunzhou for tens of thousands of years, and now I know it. I think maybe they are living happily together."

  Ke Xiaoliang laughed when he heard this.

   No follow-up comments.

  Some people like to backfire.

  But some people like to maintain their immaturity and innocence.

  Flowers will bloom again, and people will no longer be innocent.

   "Let's go! Let's make torches to make the fire brighter."

   "Perhaps because of our help, Snow Mountain Goddess and Vulcan can be together more smoothly and for a longer time." Ke Xiaoliang said.

   At the same time, Ke Xiaoliang also had a more complete logic and standard for the arrangement of new activities in his heart.

   "Love is the source of all thoughts. Love and hatred, jealousy, greed, lust, madness... many of them are related to the word love and cannot be separated."

   "So activities can be based on a certain custom, but the final foothold must be emotion."

  “The most vulgar thing is the most popular. The thing that everyone seems to be able to touch is the most out of reach and the most hurtful.”

  On the far bank of the river, a beautiful singing voice suddenly came.

   It was a woman who sang, and the accompaniment was the black seven strings unique to the black people.

  The tone is mellow and crisp.

   Ke Xiaoliang couldn't understand the libretto.

   uses the language of the black tribe.

  Ke Xiaoliang asked Yang Zhenzhen: "Do you understand the meaning of the lyrics?"

  Yang Zhenzhen blushed, but still translated honestly: "My hot lover, please melt my ice and snow with your warm chest. I would like to be consumed in your eyes until I evaporate into a cloud and embrace you."

   "It's so beautiful!" Ke Xiaoliang looked at Yang Zhenzhen and said.

   This time, he didn't look down... even though he wanted to.

  Yang Zhenzhen pulled his little hand back forcefully.

  Then looked left and right and said: "I... I'm going back! Otherwise, the senior sister will see it."

  Ke Xiaoliang smiled and nodded: "Okay! Go!"

   "That's right! Tomorrow I made a bite-sized crisp with ten different floral flavors, do you want to try it?"

  Yang Zhenzhen turned around, but it was the pair of big babies who turned first, and she nodded hurriedly: "Yes! Yes!"

   After finishing speaking, he lifted the hem of his skirt and quickly ran towards Cuiyun Mountain. He accidentally tripped over a stone under his feet, and his center of gravity was unstable. With the ability of a monk, he almost fell down.

  Seeing Yang Zhenzhen's embarrassed appearance, Ke Xiaoliang smiled happily.

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