The horse's hooves were leisurely hitting the road, mixed with the squeaking sound of wooden carriages, echoing among the valleys around the mountain road.
The rugged road kept shaking the body of the car.The vibration caused by occasionally running over the stones did not affect the people in the car's sleep in the slightest under the buffering of a truck of thick hay.
Guest, the destination is coming.
No response.
Guest Mr?The woman pulling the cart turned around and found that the person lying on the cart was still motionless.Under the straw hat covering the face, there were slight snoring sounds.
Woo... A series of sighs came from the gap between the lips, and the woman stepped forward and lifted off the straw hat used to protect the sun.
Below the straw hat is a male face that is about thirty years old and has knife-like lines.
The medium-length black hair was randomly tied behind the head like a weed, and a scar that cuts the eyebrows adds a bit of vicissitudes to the slightly rough eyebrows.
Oh ~ Is Mr. Guest still a samurai?
When paired with casual clothes, cheap fabrics that have gone through time have long lost their original color.
The long sword held in his arms has gorgeous and exquisite handguards and scabbards, which you can tell at a glance that it is absolutely extraordinary.
Such dressing makes her come to the above conclusion easily.
I will kiss you if I don’t wake up~ As I said this, the woman’s body took the lead, closed her eyes, and leaned her lips towards the man’s face in the car.
Chi...
The tasteless and hard touch, plus a touch of refreshing sandalwood fragrance, is definitely not the smell of human cheeks.
Please pay attention to the image of Ah little girl.Removed the scabbard between my face and the other person's lips, and I chuckled and slowly opened my eyes.
HahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaNot only was there no embarrassment at all, but he replied with a hearty laugh.
But her horse's hooves that gently scratched the ground seemed to betrayed the owner's mood slightly.
Guest, you exudes a very obvious smell of other monsters.
That's right, it's her horse's hooves.
The young woman in front of her was from below her waist, with a brown horse torso with toned lines. The bronze skin that was sunburned almost the same color as the horse's body seemed to contain endless vitality and strength.
What if I were a bad guy with such a casual kiss?
No~ Guys with this smell are usually not bad, and they even want to grab them.
This is very embarrassing.I jumped out of the carriage with a long knife with my luggage on my back.Why did it stop here?
Because we have different roads to get here. Lanyi City is not far away, and it will be within ten minutes of walking.The girl licked her lips and said, "Mr. Guest is a warrior, are you here to find an errand?"
Well...it's probably true.
It's very difficult, here.Under the protection of Lord Dragon God, everyone is rich every year with a bumper harvest, and the soldiers under the Lord City Lord are also very responsible.Therefore, it is not easy for a warrior to find something to do.
Thank you for your advice.
The dusk sunset shines the afterglow in the sky, illuminating the towering Tianshou Pavilion in Lanyi City.
On the main road paved with stones, there are crowds of people entering and leaving the city gate, emitting a lively and prosperous atmosphere.
If you look closely, you will find that more people walking out than those entering the city.
The crowd moved slowly, heading towards another road with vermilion torii standing.
That, what kind of festival is today?So many people.I asked.
Oh, you have chosen a good day to come. Mr. Guest.The girl who hung the carriage back on me again glanced at the direction I looked at. The shrine where Lord Dragon God is located will be held tonight for a three-year thanksgiving ceremony.It is said that the success rate of confession at the festival is very high.
Don't you go?
Is this an invitation?The girl raised an eyebrow.
Ah Hahaha, Miss I will definitely find a more suitable companion to go with me.I knew I was wronged and smiled and perfunctorily passed by.
If you really can't find a job, it's OK for me~
I've appreciated it~
Waving goodbye to the enthusiastic centaur, I walked towards the shrine.
As the saying goes, this is probably the case when the horses ran to death in the mountains... It seemed that it was not very far away before, and I didn't reach the main gate of the shrine until the stars were densely filled with stars.
The two words "Canglin" written in the font of Cangjin Brush are embedded in a plaque made of luxurious wood. They are from the work of the first dragon god who established this shrine hundreds of years ago.
The Torii with a plaque hanging is built by a log that only two people can embrace each other. Its huge size is breathtaking and it also casts a sense of pressure.
The dense crowds had already stood in the shrine square.If you squeeze in, you will be rolled or complained by hundreds or thousands of people. I won’t do that kind of stupid thing.
Bang...
The loud sound of gongs and drums overshadowed the noise of the crowd, and after the continuous lingering sounds, there was only a silent silence.
Dingling ~
The crisp silver ringtone gathered everyone's eyes on the stage.
The cherry-haired girl who appeared in the middle of the stage was holding paper fans with bells in each hand, covering her face, and posing in the dance starting position.
Unlike the usual bold wear, the formal witch suit with red and white as the main color covers most of the body. Only the slits on the shoulders and the upper arms exposed due to the preparation of movement can you see some fair and delicate skin.
The crimson witch's skirt tied out the girl's slender waist; under the shortened skirt, a thick long snake tail covered with white scales but with the same color pattern as the skirt.
The second gong and drum music and the drumbeats that sounded at the same time announced the beginning of the solo dance.
The long cherry blossom-colored hair fluttered, the slender and white arms fluttered like waves, the round and flexible snake waist twisted and swayed as if there was no bone, and the snake tail was curled and stretched; in every move, the movements were light and enchanting.
The drums are rhythmic and the flutes are cheerful and clear.There was a bonfire in the shrine square, and the people around them also beat the rhythm to the music, immersing themselves in the festival deeper.
The cherry hair flutters, and the red eyes flow; the agile eyes shine like expensive rubies.
A pair of glass-colored earrings embellished between the long hair and the triangular ears. Under the bonfire, watery light flashes from time to time with the dancing figure.
Dongdongdongdongdong
Three heavy blows of drum beats indicate the end of the dance.
The white snake girl covered her face with a paper fan and took a few steps back amid the applause of the crowd. She disappeared into the shadows that could not be reflected in the bonfire when she came.
The night is getting darker and the festival is approaching its end.People gradually evacuated and left the square in groups of three or five, or pairs with their own good memories.
The dispersed crowd took away the hustle and bustle, the shrine returned to silence, and the unattended bonfire was left with only dark red embers.
Only the ever-dead stone lanterns still emit warm glow, pointing me the way to the inner courtyard of the shrine.
The white snake girl who danced alone had changed into a heavy formal outfit, with her cherry hair hanging down, her simple white clothes lightly wrapped around her delicate body, her thick and long snake body winding freely, and her white scales reflected a soft and bright brilliance under the moonlight.
The wooden courtyard corridor is quite old, and it makes squeaking footsteps under my trampling.
The girl who was facing away from me and carefully pruning branches for the newly planted cherry trees stopped her hand and slowly turned around.
The distance between two or three steps allowed me to clearly see that she met my pupils and instantly contracted into a narrow slit.
I'm back.
You know to come back!?
His back was pressed against the pillars of the corridor, and his hands were also imprisoned by another pair of slender jade hands.
The slender tongue was slightly rude and penetrated into my mouth, but the tender and soft lips like petals conveyed a fascinating and unstoppable touch, making people unable to return to the same force, for fear of damaging this beautiful existence.
No need for too much words, I know that at this time, it is enough to just experience the warmth and softness of this moment.
The rugged road kept shaking the body of the car.The vibration caused by occasionally running over the stones did not affect the people in the car's sleep in the slightest under the buffering of a truck of thick hay.
Guest, the destination is coming.
No response.
Guest Mr?The woman pulling the cart turned around and found that the person lying on the cart was still motionless.Under the straw hat covering the face, there were slight snoring sounds.
Woo... A series of sighs came from the gap between the lips, and the woman stepped forward and lifted off the straw hat used to protect the sun.
Below the straw hat is a male face that is about thirty years old and has knife-like lines.
The medium-length black hair was randomly tied behind the head like a weed, and a scar that cuts the eyebrows adds a bit of vicissitudes to the slightly rough eyebrows.
Oh ~ Is Mr. Guest still a samurai?
When paired with casual clothes, cheap fabrics that have gone through time have long lost their original color.
The long sword held in his arms has gorgeous and exquisite handguards and scabbards, which you can tell at a glance that it is absolutely extraordinary.
Such dressing makes her come to the above conclusion easily.
I will kiss you if I don’t wake up~ As I said this, the woman’s body took the lead, closed her eyes, and leaned her lips towards the man’s face in the car.
Chi...
The tasteless and hard touch, plus a touch of refreshing sandalwood fragrance, is definitely not the smell of human cheeks.
Please pay attention to the image of Ah little girl.Removed the scabbard between my face and the other person's lips, and I chuckled and slowly opened my eyes.
HahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaNot only was there no embarrassment at all, but he replied with a hearty laugh.
But her horse's hooves that gently scratched the ground seemed to betrayed the owner's mood slightly.
Guest, you exudes a very obvious smell of other monsters.
That's right, it's her horse's hooves.
The young woman in front of her was from below her waist, with a brown horse torso with toned lines. The bronze skin that was sunburned almost the same color as the horse's body seemed to contain endless vitality and strength.
What if I were a bad guy with such a casual kiss?
No~ Guys with this smell are usually not bad, and they even want to grab them.
This is very embarrassing.I jumped out of the carriage with a long knife with my luggage on my back.Why did it stop here?
Because we have different roads to get here. Lanyi City is not far away, and it will be within ten minutes of walking.The girl licked her lips and said, "Mr. Guest is a warrior, are you here to find an errand?"
Well...it's probably true.
It's very difficult, here.Under the protection of Lord Dragon God, everyone is rich every year with a bumper harvest, and the soldiers under the Lord City Lord are also very responsible.Therefore, it is not easy for a warrior to find something to do.
Thank you for your advice.
The dusk sunset shines the afterglow in the sky, illuminating the towering Tianshou Pavilion in Lanyi City.
On the main road paved with stones, there are crowds of people entering and leaving the city gate, emitting a lively and prosperous atmosphere.
If you look closely, you will find that more people walking out than those entering the city.
The crowd moved slowly, heading towards another road with vermilion torii standing.
That, what kind of festival is today?So many people.I asked.
Oh, you have chosen a good day to come. Mr. Guest.The girl who hung the carriage back on me again glanced at the direction I looked at. The shrine where Lord Dragon God is located will be held tonight for a three-year thanksgiving ceremony.It is said that the success rate of confession at the festival is very high.
Don't you go?
Is this an invitation?The girl raised an eyebrow.
Ah Hahaha, Miss I will definitely find a more suitable companion to go with me.I knew I was wronged and smiled and perfunctorily passed by.
If you really can't find a job, it's OK for me~
I've appreciated it~
Waving goodbye to the enthusiastic centaur, I walked towards the shrine.
As the saying goes, this is probably the case when the horses ran to death in the mountains... It seemed that it was not very far away before, and I didn't reach the main gate of the shrine until the stars were densely filled with stars.
The two words "Canglin" written in the font of Cangjin Brush are embedded in a plaque made of luxurious wood. They are from the work of the first dragon god who established this shrine hundreds of years ago.
The Torii with a plaque hanging is built by a log that only two people can embrace each other. Its huge size is breathtaking and it also casts a sense of pressure.
The dense crowds had already stood in the shrine square.If you squeeze in, you will be rolled or complained by hundreds or thousands of people. I won’t do that kind of stupid thing.
Bang...
The loud sound of gongs and drums overshadowed the noise of the crowd, and after the continuous lingering sounds, there was only a silent silence.
Dingling ~
The crisp silver ringtone gathered everyone's eyes on the stage.
The cherry-haired girl who appeared in the middle of the stage was holding paper fans with bells in each hand, covering her face, and posing in the dance starting position.
Unlike the usual bold wear, the formal witch suit with red and white as the main color covers most of the body. Only the slits on the shoulders and the upper arms exposed due to the preparation of movement can you see some fair and delicate skin.
The crimson witch's skirt tied out the girl's slender waist; under the shortened skirt, a thick long snake tail covered with white scales but with the same color pattern as the skirt.
The second gong and drum music and the drumbeats that sounded at the same time announced the beginning of the solo dance.
The long cherry blossom-colored hair fluttered, the slender and white arms fluttered like waves, the round and flexible snake waist twisted and swayed as if there was no bone, and the snake tail was curled and stretched; in every move, the movements were light and enchanting.
The drums are rhythmic and the flutes are cheerful and clear.There was a bonfire in the shrine square, and the people around them also beat the rhythm to the music, immersing themselves in the festival deeper.
The cherry hair flutters, and the red eyes flow; the agile eyes shine like expensive rubies.
A pair of glass-colored earrings embellished between the long hair and the triangular ears. Under the bonfire, watery light flashes from time to time with the dancing figure.
Dongdongdongdongdong
Three heavy blows of drum beats indicate the end of the dance.
The white snake girl covered her face with a paper fan and took a few steps back amid the applause of the crowd. She disappeared into the shadows that could not be reflected in the bonfire when she came.
The night is getting darker and the festival is approaching its end.People gradually evacuated and left the square in groups of three or five, or pairs with their own good memories.
The dispersed crowd took away the hustle and bustle, the shrine returned to silence, and the unattended bonfire was left with only dark red embers.
Only the ever-dead stone lanterns still emit warm glow, pointing me the way to the inner courtyard of the shrine.
The white snake girl who danced alone had changed into a heavy formal outfit, with her cherry hair hanging down, her simple white clothes lightly wrapped around her delicate body, her thick and long snake body winding freely, and her white scales reflected a soft and bright brilliance under the moonlight.
The wooden courtyard corridor is quite old, and it makes squeaking footsteps under my trampling.
The girl who was facing away from me and carefully pruning branches for the newly planted cherry trees stopped her hand and slowly turned around.
The distance between two or three steps allowed me to clearly see that she met my pupils and instantly contracted into a narrow slit.
I'm back.
You know to come back!?
His back was pressed against the pillars of the corridor, and his hands were also imprisoned by another pair of slender jade hands.
The slender tongue was slightly rude and penetrated into my mouth, but the tender and soft lips like petals conveyed a fascinating and unstoppable touch, making people unable to return to the same force, for fear of damaging this beautiful existence.
No need for too much words, I know that at this time, it is enough to just experience the warmth and softness of this moment.
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