After being sad for a while, he said, "This—Who determined what kind of god is this?"

Sun Ningjun also said helplessly: "Chen Gongzi is literary and romantic, he won't know Song Yu's "Gao Tang Fu" and "Goddess Fu", right?

Canghai really stumbled for a while, and rebuked angrily: "This is just nonsense!"

Sun Ningjun suddenly said "Huh?", closer to the sea, and farther away, surprised a few times, and then moved closer again, and said: "It's strange, why is the singing voice smaller when I'm close to you, and the singing voice is louder when I'm far away from you?"

Canghai shook his head, and it was only due to internal strength. Although I am disgusted in my heart, it is still - to say that it sounds good is simple-minded, and to say that it is not good to say that it is a heartless little child, always hooking up to see what it looks like.

Silently endured for a while, but finally the enemy was not curious, twisted his head, only to see that the women were already disheveled and disheveled, and before they could see it clearly, they had suddenly moved their livers, and with a wave of their hands, the majestic inner breath stretched with the sleeves of the robe, and rushed into the sea, instantly rolling up the snow waves thousands of times, as high as a building card.

"Ah——!h

Sun Ningjun covered his mouth and shouted, and Canghai came back to his senses.

They also shouted. "Hey, what's going on?......!" Before he could remind, Zhang Yu Gao Langtao had already slapped the heads of the singing and dancing girls, and on the cold winter night, the girls were suddenly poured cold by the huge waves falling from the sky, their clothes and hair were pasted all over their bodies, and the bonfire disappeared without even the smoke rising.

“...... Oh. Canghai slowly withdrew his half-stretched hand, looked at it from a distance, and sighed regretfully. Turning around, Sun Ningjun was looking at him helplessly.

The waves whipped up by the inner breath brushed across the sand and retreated into the current.

“...... Actually, I didn't mean to. Canghai wrenched his hands and whispered.

Sun Ningjun sighed.

"Then, then we'll help them make a fire......" Canghai whispered. And he said, "Take the bread I have just baked...... Give them ...... food."

Sun Ningjun looked at the sky and snorted lightly, not blaming, but said: "You see, if you don't leave the 'Daichun Pavilion', you will never be able to help yourself." ”

Canghai said lightly: "Do you want to dance that kind of dance too?"

Sun Ningjun didn't answer, but said: "In the past, there were also a few predecessors who broke away from the 'Daichun Pavilion', but now the 'drunken wind' is a hindrance, and the only way to get out of the 'Daichun Pavilion' is to guess the identity of the pavilion master." Therefore," Sun Ningjun suddenly knelt down at the foot of the sea, "We have no choice but to ask Fang Wailou for help, please guess and free us." ”

Canghai said: "I promise, you get up first." Lowering his eyes and groaning, he said for a while: "In the past, I thought about taking people to level the 'Daichun Pavilion', saving time and effort, but now it seems that if that is the case, you will be coerced by the 'drunken wind' to build the 'Daichun Pavilion', no matter how many times I try, it will never be eradicated." ”

"Tell you Pavilion Master, let her rest assured, this time is not only to raze the 'Daichun Pavilion', but also to uproot one of the minions of the 'Drunken Wind'. ”

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