Spoon crept into the scholar's room, knocked on the door, and lowered his throat, "treasurer."

The scholar opened the door, and the trousers were torn. He looked down, and the spoon crouched down and crawled inside. Mysteriously, "Close the door for a reason."

With a fog in his face, he closed the door and squatted beside her. "You lost gold with a spoon."

"Shh." Spoon tried to signal him softly, "The sky-sword number is living in strange things again."

The scholar with his hands in his sleeves thoughtfully, "How could such a beautiful girl be strange?"

Spoon's head buzzed and jumped up, his voice raised: "Well! It really is a satyr!"

The scholar is foggy again, he, why is he a pervert. He didn't move his hands and didn't even stare at his eyes. This is definitely the rhythm of Fei Shuang in June. The spoon squatted down again: "Really strange, I was just sleeping, and suddenly there was a monster, and then I touched it, but that monster disappeared instantly ... wait, scholar, aren't you a master? ? "

"Just out."

Spoon stared at him staring: "Where have you been? Narcissus?" No, she should not be so nervous! Drumsticks, "Take care tonight. If there is any movement in that room, go right away."

The scholar nodded, and when she saw that she was about to touch again, she called her, and the spoon turned back, "Well?"

"give."

The spoon looked at the things on his palm, his eyes lit up, and he reached out and dialed the white jade-carved flower, which looked like a small comb. It looked very good: "Peony flower?"

"Ok."

"Give me it?"

"Ok."

Spoon smiled and looked into his head: "Plug me in."

The scholar took the small flower and stably inserted it into the blue silk bun. The black hair and white jade were conspicuous but not flamboyant, soft and slightly scented. Spoon raised his hand and touched him, looking at him: "Good-looking?"

"good looking."

The spoon paused: "Did you go out and buy this for me? Didn't you find daffodils?"

The scholar smiled: "What am I asking her for? Why do you keep mentioning her today?"

Spoon looked up at him, or kiss him, and see if he likes it or not. After a while, he said, "Stupid student, don't move."

The scholar nodded, wondering what she was going to do. A moment later I saw her move forward, raising her eyebrows slightly, what would she do? The spoon moved forward with vigilance, and soon approached: "Don't move."

"... Why do you think your eyes look like a hungry wolf staring at a little rabbit ... Spoon If you are hungry, go eat, I'm not good at all."

The head of the spoon was half explored, and then retracted back, holding his head, no, no pro, the scholar is a well-known scholar. Since there is a girl you like, why are you giving her something? She reached out and pulled out the floret, and the fortress returned to him: "Treasurer, give me the salary!"

The scholar paused for a moment and held her: "This is not part of the salary."

Spoon into his hand: "I don't."

"Spoon."

"Don't don't."

There was a moment of stalemate between them, and suddenly there was a sound, both of them were a meal, because the demon was too strong, so strong that it could not be ignored. The spoon dangled, already lying on the outside of the Tianzihao room, poke a small hole, but there was no demon, but there was demon. Touched quietly, the girl had fallen asleep, and the demon filled the room, almost blowing her nose.

The scholar took her hand, lest she blink and wonder where she was going. With that warm mastery, the spoon immediately drew his hand and almost didn't hold him, the two-hearted satyr!

Scholars are very helpless, today's spoon is very strange.

The spoon walked a few steps forward, staring at it, staring at the scroll on the parcel. Approaching step by step, the demon spirit really spread from here, reached out and poked, and the scholar shook her hand and retracted. This demon is unusual. It is not that the spoon can manage it. Spoon obediently obeyed him this time, and she still doesn't have to question the force of the scholar.

The scholar pulled her hand out and returned to the room. As soon as he entered, he asked, "What's in that scroll?"

"I don't know yet, it's just that the magic is powerful, don't move it."

The spoon trembled: "Do you keep it there? There are a bunch of monsters in the backyard. What if you accidentally touch it?"

The scholar thought for a moment, and it was really bad to leave it there: "You sleep, I'll go and see."

"I'll go with you." The spoon was still pulling, and he pulled it back and ran over.

The scholar felt that it was necessary to talk to her after resolving this ... No, I'll say it later when I come back. This shaking god, the spoon had already run away, followed the steps and walked past, and as soon as he came out of the corridor, he could not smell the demon. Stepping forward, where is the shadow of the spoon. The eyes suddenly became cold. When they walked to the scroll, they faintly exhaled a dangerous breath. They raised their hands to hold it, and there was still the smell of a spoon.

It hasn't completely fallen yet. Ten miles of snow has been seen, and it's white, falling on the pile of snow, and the entire calf is submerged. When I looked around, I could not see the spoon, but there was clearly a sound. I looked up subconsciously, and I saw a touch of powder falling from the sky. I reached out to pick it up, and it was correctly inserted into my arms.

The spoon shook off the scum on his face before he could see clearly: "Stupid scholar."

The scholar smiled, "Remember to wait for me next time."

"I came in as soon as I arrived. Who knows that the wind is blowing and the sky is flying." Spoon fangs smiled, "It must be because I'm too light."

The scholar laughed aloud, looking at the white ground, and the sky at the end of the sky was still snowing. He said slowly, "It's hard to do on the snow, I'll hold you."

The spoon responded and asked, "Am I heavy?"

"not heavy."

The spoon is content.

The scholar jumped up and walked on the snow, the colder and colder the snow became. The spoon drilled into his arms: "Where is this place?"

"I haven't seen it before." The scholar frowned, and there were few things he hadn't seen in the world. Just now I was shocked in all directions by the force, but there was no movement. The soft body in my arms was always sloppy, and when I was almost unable to hold it, my movements were abated, I was relieved, I looked down, startled, and stopped quickly, "Spoon?"

The spoon blinked, the scholar had wiped the snow from her eyebrows, and she drew her nose: "Cold. Stupid student, you're so warm, divide me."

The student hesitated for a moment, holding her face and pressing her lips.

The spoon glared slightly, and it turned out that something like a fire poured into the abdominal cavity, and it suddenly heated the whole body. But after a while I felt wrong, very wrong ...

The scholar reluctantly left his cold to hot lips, I don't know how long it will take to be so bright and close, or if he kisses more. I was sighing for myself, and saw Spoon 怔愣, shaking gently: "Spoon."

Spoon stared at him: "Not annoying." She suddenly did a bad thing, thinking in disbelief, "It's over, I really won't be annoying, what to do, what to do."

The student laughed, "Why not hate?"

Spoon looked at him timidly: "Don't hate kissing."

The scholar was in a good mood, and she gently tapped the falling snow on her head, but saw her crying with her knees, and asked quickly: "What's wrong? Is it still cold? Is it too hot?"

Spoon buried his head and choked, "Xin Niang said, if, if you like someone, you won't hate the kiss, and your heart will beat. What should I do?"

The scholar was stunned, his heart was difficult to suppress the fluctuating emotions, and his voice was a little shocked: "Isn't this good?"

Spoon glared at him with tears in his eyes: "But you have a girl you like, how can you be like a big radish. You have to eat in a bowl and see if it is in the pot, believe it or not," Ahhh, you " Scum scholar. "

The scholar looked at her angry and painful, couldn't help but hug her again and kissed her, and hugged her in his arms so that she would not run away: "Stupid spoon."

Spoon angrily: "You are stupid!"

"Just now ... I don't hate it, either," the scholar said earnestly, "Xin Niang is right, like someone, and you won't hate doing such things."

The spoon was held in his arms by him, and he looked at him: "Stupid student, do you like me?"

The scholar nodded: "Well, I like it, I like it very much."

The spoon suddenly felt wrong: "But aren't you waiting for a girl?"

The scholar smiled bitterly: "Stupid spoon."

The spoon fisted again, more indignantly: "Stupid scholar!"

The scholar looked at her with a smile, "I finally waited for you, spoon."

The spoon blinked, covered the small heart, and so on. What's the situation? So did the scholar appear here just to wait for her? Is she that girl? No wonder stay with her every time, every time! She turned to cover her mouth and murmured in his arms: "Why don't you say it earlier."

"Say so early ... you really won't hit me?"

Spoon thought about it, as if it would. My heart suddenly rejoiced and encouraged, and the person I liked liked myself, and there was nothing more happier than this in the world. She almost disappeared with a smile, looking at the scholar who seemed to come out of the ink painting, kissed him with a probe, and her heartbeat suddenly said, "Really ... not annoying."

The book is angry and micro-screen, looking at the white and tender spoon in her arms, the pink face is tender and tender, charming, and no one can look better than her. It's just been a long time, and he tilted his head in silence and covered his nose with his hands. He must get rid of the shadows of the past as soon as possible, otherwise how to go further!

After a while, he hugged the powdery spoon and rose up, sulking: "Work hard to find the mouth. But spoon, I'm serious ... If you grind it again, I will have no energy to find ..."

Spoon raised his head from his arms: "I like you, stupid student."

The scholar smiled, "Well."

Spoon also laughed and rejoiced: "After that we can guard the inn together!"

The student's face twitched, Yang Tian looked at the white snow, his heart was tangled, he was secretly hurt, when will he step on the inn's head and become a spoon of true love!