Liangzhou had a unique specialty of China — sandstorms.
Liangzhou's sandstorms were pungent. No matter how much water one drank, one would still feel thirsty.
It was said that no matter how tender one's skin was, it would become as rough as a hemp rope after walking in Liangzhou's desert. That was why Liangzhou's sandstorms were the common enemy of all beauty-loving women.
Liangzhou's women were more boorish than other places. This was true. Just look at Aunt Li, who had a tea stall at the end of Liang City's Phoenix Street.
Aunt Li had a round waist and broad shoulders. Her arms were thicker than most adult men. Her neck was thick and short. Her face was like an extra-large pancake, full of pockmarks.
Her ugliness was unparalleled in the entire Liang City. Some people even scolded her, "I curse you to marry Aunt Li."
Of course, Aunt Li had a fiery temper. She would flip the table at the slightest disagreement. Because of this, the tables in her tea stall changed as quickly as women flipped.
"What did you say?" Aunt Li's hands, which were as thick as iron hammers, slammed on the table. The table that had just been changed cracked.
There was still some time before the end of work. There was only one customer in the tea stall.
This customer was envied by many in the Grand Council because Qin Yiqiu treated him like a brother.
However, Yan Xiaoyi was poor. He did not even have the money to drink tea.
Fortunately, he was thick-skinned enough. He picked up the teapot and took a sip. Then, he said, "I don't have money today. It's on credit."
Aunt Li glared at him. "Hey, you poor kid. You don't have money to eat the wind. You came to my shop to drink for free. Are you itching for a beating?"
Yan Xiaoyi said, "Oh, I just owe you half a year's worth of tea money. Do you have to look like you want to eat me? You have a bad temper. That's why you can't get married. "
"Bullsh * t!" Aunt Li was furious. "If you don't pay today, I'll throw you into the gutter. There are snakes and rats in your nest. They'll eat your mud!" She grabbed Yan Xiaoyi's shirt and lifted him up.
"How much is it? I'll pay for him."
At this time, a neutral voice suddenly came from outside the stall.
Zhao Bingren had a light smile on his face as he walked to the table and sat down. He took out an ingot of silver from his bosom and said, "Is this enough? Give me a pot as well. "
When Aunt Li saw the money, she angrily let go of Yan Xiaoyi, took the money, and turned around to get some tea.
Yan Xiaoyi continued to sip his pot of wine without saying thanks.
"You're almost done." Zhao Bingren said, "Doesn't Young Master have a monthly allowance for you to spend? You can't even afford the tea. Don't you find it embarrassing?"
"I lost it all," Yan Xiaoyi said.
"You also know how to gamble?" Zhao Bingren said in surprise. "The instructor died not long ago, and you've already entered the crooked path."
Yan Xiaoyi did not speak.
At this time, Auntie Li brought the tea over. Zhao Bingren poured himself a cup, drank half of it, and said, "Young Master's mood is even worse than yours, but he still went to class."
"At this time, do you dare to miss Second Master's class?" Yan Xiaoyi suddenly asked.
Zhao Bingren laughed heartily. "Second Master is in a good mood after Lonemoon Restaurant was destroyed, so he gave us a holiday."
Yan Xiaoyi's pupils suddenly shrank, then returned to normal. He said, "Where's Young Master?"
"He said he went to look for wine."
"I'm going back." Yan Xiaoyi stood up and hurried away.
Zhao Bingren put down the cup, his smile faded, and he looked coldly at his back.
Yan Xiaoyi was Qin Yiqiu's servant in name, so he naturally lived in Qin Yiqiu's courtyard in the Qin Residence.
When he returned to his room, he closed the windows and door, and sat in a daze for a while.
Then, he rummaged through his messy clothes and found a small roll of paper.
He looked at it hesitantly, as if what he was about to open was not a secret letter, but a devil's door that wanted to take his soul.
Yet, he still opened it.
There were only a few words on it, and they were very illegible. It was obvious that they were written in a hurry.
His face turned deathly pale.
He bent over in pain, and he had to place both his hands on the table to maintain his balance.
He could not suppress the force that came from his palms, and the teapot and teacups on the table were instantly smashed into powder.
"Xiaoyi," someone called from outside the door.
It was Qin Yiqiu's voice.
Yan Xiaoyi took a deep breath, sat up straight again, and swept the table with his sleeves.
The door was pushed open, and Qin Yiqiu hurried in with two pots of wine. He said, "Drink with me."
"You know very well that I don't drink," Yan Xiaoyi said expressionlessly.
"Today is an exception." Qin Yiqiu put the wine on the table, and suddenly asked curiously, "Where are the teacups?"
"They're spoiled," Yan Xiaoyi said expressionlessly.
"Forget it, I'll go get them," Qin Yiqiu said as he was about to leave, but Yan Xiaoyi stopped him.
"Are you the Young Master or am I the Young Master?"
Qin Yiqiu laughed foolishly.
After Yan Xiaoyi walked out, his gaze fell on the table.
The sky was still bright, and the lighting in Yan Xiaoyi's room was very good. It was not difficult to notice the residue of porcelain powder on the table.
Qin Yiqiu wiped the powder with his fingers, and his smile became very serious.
…
White Sun Palace.
"Who are you?" Her expression was otherworldly, as if she did not belong to this world.
"And who are you?" Yan Li asked in return. He secretly bit his tongue. It was very painful.
"I don't know." The woman turned around, walked to the steps below the high platform, and sat down lightly. Her beautiful eyes were filled with curiosity. "How did you come in?"
It was as if nothing had happened.
Yan Li said, "You're not Meng Die?"
"Meng Die?" The woman's eyes widened. "Who is Meng Die? Is she your friend?"
"Yes." Yan Li could not help but relax. He walked over and said, "She lives here too. Have you seen her before?"
"I'm the only one here." The woman shook her head and suddenly chuckled. "This is my home. You're my guest. I don't have anything to entertain you. Can you sit down? I can't let my guest stand."
Her tone had a hint of coquettishness. She believed that no man would be able to reject her request.
Yan Li was no exception. He sat down. He also sat on the platform and looked at the strange patterns around and on the ceiling. He said, "Have you always been here? Haven't you ever been hungry or lonely? "
"You have too many questions. Can't you ask them one by one?" The woman pouted. Then, she tilted her head and looked at him. She giggled and said, "I like you."
Yan Li's heart skipped a beat. "Y-You like me?"
"Yes." The woman moved to Yan Li's side and held his hand. She leaned her beautiful head on his shoulder like a little bird.
Only you can't resist.
However, dreams always come true.
"It's your doing, isn't it?" Yan Li suddenly said.
"What?" The woman raised her head slightly and looked at Yan Li with curious and innocent eyes.
"I have to leave this place immediately." Yan Li said seriously, "No matter how rough my fate is, this is the path I've chosen."
"The door is over there." The woman pointed to the back. A door opened on the other side.
It was a vast expanse of whiteness outside the door.
Yan Li took a deep breath and said, "I have a friend up there. Don't close it. I'm going to pick her up."
"Are you leaving?" The woman's face was gloomy. "Will you come back to see me?"
"If there's a chance, I'll come back to see you."
When he saw Xiao Chun again, he said calmly, "We've died once. Do you still remember?"
"Don't scare me." Xiao Chun's face was pale. He threw away the rope in his hand as if he was throwing away the plague.
Yan Li said slowly, "It's very cold outside. It's a snowy mountain. We can't make too much noise. Otherwise, we'll be buried alive. Do you remember?"
"Oh." Xiao Chun seemed to understand what he meant.
Suddenly, he saw Yan Li go to pick up the rope. His face changed. "What are you doing?"
"It's very cold outside. It's a snowy mountain. If you don't come close to me, you'll freeze to death." Yan Li explained calmly.
Xiao Chun still thought of the same idea. He was tied back to back, although it was very uncomfortable.
Stepping out of the snowfield, Yan Li looked around the big snowy mountain. He didn't even make a sound. He walked down the mountain with light steps without making a sound.
After getting the order, Xiao Chun didn't dare to say anything. He just looked shocked.
After walking for several hours, they finally came down from the snowy mountain. They were out of the danger of being buried alive. Yan Li looked back.
"Why do I feel so familiar …" Xiao Chun suddenly said, "Have, have we been here before? Why did you tell me this?"
"Damn it!" Yan Li clenched his teeth.
Xiao Chun was shocked. "What, what are you talking about? I didn't do anything to you … "
"I'm not talking about you!" Yan Li said coldly.
Rumble!
At this time, a dark thunderbolt suddenly appeared in the sky. Then, something started to fall with a "pitter patter" sound.
It was not rain. It was hail.
"Yan Li, hide quickly. It's so scary!" Xiao Chun was so scared that she was about to cry.
Yan Li looked around. Seeing a cave not far away, he started to run.
"Oh …" But Xiao Chun suddenly made a muffled sound and couldn't make any sound.
"Xiao Chun?" Yan Li looked back and saw that she had been stabbed to death by countless hailstones.
The hailstones were as sharp as ice blades.
Sharp pain came one after another.
Before he lost consciousness, he was still a few steps away from the cave.
The distance of a few steps was a matter of life and death.
After a long time, when Yan Li opened his eyes again, he was still at the door of the deepest part of the Crystal Palace.
He didn't have time to think.
The door slowly opened, revealing a woman who looked like Ji Zhiyuan.
"Who are you?" Her expression was otherworldly, as if she didn't belong to this world.
"Stop pretending. You're the one who did this!" Yan Li said angrily. So angry that he tore open his clothes. There were new wounds on them.
The woman's face was full of curiosity and innocence. "Why are you angry?"
Yan Li suppressed his strong urge to draw his sword and said coldly, "Enough. I'm not your toy. Let me go!"
"You're such a strange person." The woman frowned. "If you're my guest, I'll entertain you. If you're not, why did you come here? — — The door is there. If you want to leave, please. "
The door slowly opened, revealing a vast world of ice and snow.
Without another word, Yan Li returned to the White Sun Palace and knocked out Xiao Chun. He carried her on his shoulder and went down the mountain. Sure enough, there was another clap of thunder.
Before he swung the knife, he hid in the cave.
To prevent the cave from being dangerous, he stayed vigilant for a long time.
But suddenly, he felt a sharp pain on his back.
Looking down, he saw a sharp blade piercing through his heart.
Xiao Chun suddenly twisted her body. Her head moved from Yan Li's left side to his front. She smiled sinisterly at him. A thumb-sized fairy with butterfly wings popped out of her forehead. She also smiled sinisterly.
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