The "17-year-old" girl with a pure girl-like sweet face, a hot lady figure, wearing purple pajamas and nightcaps... Yakumo Zi covered her thick quilt, and in the cold winter, she snuggled up to the warm quilt and fell asleep sweetly... Oh, no... it was hibernation.

"No, no~", the girl seemed to have dreamed of something bad. She closed her eyes and spoke in a shy voice. The girl refused in a trembling voice, making people unable to bear to do anything that might hurt her... However, her expression seemed to be the opposite of what she said, and her beautiful cheeks were suspiciously red.

"It's too big, I can't get over it! I hate it, don't force me to... it's so hot...ah..." The girl murmured, holding the quilt and rolling. After a long time, she barely opened her sleepy eyes as if she was awakened. She lifted up her pajamas in a daze, stroked the inside of her snow-white and slender thighs, where there were only some wet marks and some nice pastry fragrance.

She leaned over and smelled it, couldn't help but licking it on her fair skin, and then was defeated by her actions. She collapsed weakly on the bed.

"I always feel that something hot is squeezing over here. It's such an annoying memory... Lan!" She shouted loudly at her Shikigami, "I feel hungry~"

However, before Yakumora prepared the food, the confused girl complained a few more times, then she continued to sleep with the quilt in her arms.

It's a good time to sleep in winter~

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In the wooden house at the foot of the shrine mountain, Lu Yuan looked at the pastry boxes placed on the table, Arona and the others sent through the "special channel". He smiled helplessly.

The box is an old Beijing-style Babao pastry box because it contains the newly baked pastries, which makes the box itself hot... but the surface of the box seems to be stained with some suspicious water marks...

On the lid of the pastry box, several oily pens are written with "Happy New Year!" and "happy new year!". Below are the girls' signatures.

"Happy New Year!" Lu Yuan whispered in a daze. Without the reminder of this box of pastries, he forgot that today is the 30th lunar calendar... How long have I left that world?

Lu Yuan opened the lid of the box and saw that the wooden box was divided into seven grids, with pastries made by everyone in cartoon shape, and it was still emitting a high heat. Lu Yuan smiled and put down the scroll in his hand. He looked left and right... he would pick up the pastries with Mu Xing's image first - because Nana's pastries must be made of ice cream; Ke Xue's pastries must not know what else was mixed in; Li Huamei's dim sum was West Lake buns; Ding Mu Mu's dim sum must be very sweet... Among the few people, perhaps only Mu Xing and Anni's pastries had normal tastes.

So he chose the pastry with Mu Xingq's image and brought it into his mouth. It was so salty and salty... These girls! Lu Yuan hurriedly found a cup of white water and poured it on, and then he was resurrected.

Although the taste was a little strange, Lu Yuan still carefully ate every pastry. In a pretentious sentence, it was full of the taste of longing (dumplings)...

"Tap~tap~!"...

Just as Lu Yuan carefully put away the empty pastry box, the knock on the door of the room started.

Lu Yuan looked at the dark night outside. Who would come to visit at this time? He walked over and opened the door, but there was a parasol in front of him, holding Li Feng and poking his throat!

Lu Yuan turned sideways and let the sharp thrust in front of him, waved his hand behind him... A transparent force field hand suddenly appeared next to the shelf behind him. The hand picked up the bamboo sword on the shelf and flew over. He held the parasol that launched the attack again.

Feng Jian Youxiang walked in behind the parasol. She put her hands behind her back and looked at Lu Yuan with a slight smug look. The parasol was floating out of thin air, and only the purple demonic power surrounding it connected Feng Jian Youxiang's body.

The parasol turned around and smashed it down towards Lu Yuan again. The force field flew slanted with a sword in hand, and leaned against the power to lift the parasol aside...

Lu Yuan took the chair away and invited Feng Jian Youxiang to sit down. He boiled water, brewed tea, and brought out snacks... Feng Jian Youxiang sat down, smiled, drank tea, and ate. The two of them were no different from usual and didn't talk much. But they never carelessly talked about each other.

When the two of them were each tasting green tea, Youxiang picked up an outside novel and read it with relish. When Lu Yuan was still holding his golden scroll and studying hard, the room fell into tranquility again... According to the past situation, it should have been like this.

But in fact, the room was noisy at this time like a market beating gongs and drums!

A bamboo sword and a parasol floated each other, like the attack of a flying sword in the Shushan Swordsman, fighting back and forth in the air. Even in the interaction between the two people, this offensive and defensive transformation has not stopped! After the weapons of both sides intersected dozens of times, the umbrella flew towards the high place, and then turned down, as if someone held a handful, the magic cannon began to condense from the top!

However, the power of this magic cannon is far beyond that of Feng Jian Youxiang when he was holding it. Moreover, after the magic cannon was bombarded, the parasol that fired the magic cannon opened itself weakly and fell down weakly.

But at this time, Lu Yuan, who was sitting, pointed and pointed, the bamboo sword fighting on the roof suddenly turned into a green light, which flashed by before Youxiang reacted. Not only did he divide the magic cannon into two, but he also cut off Youxiang's hair a little bit.

After that, the bamboo sword was inserted directly on the roof and he was unable to fight again.

Both of them were reading a book and looked up and smiled at each other. After a fight, the two of them still made progress during this period.

However, Feng Jian Youxiang's demonic power can not only flexibly control the parasol, but also remotely control the launch of magic cannons. Obviously, it has made great progress! In addition, when the demonic power is still very rough, she solved the problem of demonic power transmission in the air. It should be due to thousands of years of strong accumulation, which Lu Yuan could not do. However, Lu Yuan's "Sword Control" has also made progress. He can suddenly accelerate the sword speed of sword control to the extreme, which can be said to have practical value.

After fighting the "Swordsman in the Sky", Feng saw Youxiang excitedly posing in the "Valley of Power" through the table and slashed over with one palm.

However, Lu Yuan on the other side of the table just shook his head and did not accept the call... Today is the Lunar New Year, and he was in a little depressed.

Youxiang seemed to notice something, she curled her lips, took her hand back, and continued reading.

"What does shaking s mean?" After a while, Feng saw Youxiang suddenly raised his head from the book and looked at Lu Yuan's eyes and asked. Lu Yuan staggered, and was really shocked by her question! "What are you asking this all of a sudden? What book are you reading?"

Feng Jian Youxiang shook his head, "I opened a small shop in the world, and the owner of the flower shop told me."

"Where is he now?" Lu Yuan asked curiously... Lu Yuan stood up and rolled up his sleeves, and was about to go out now! Damn the main god here is unreliable. If the time traveler comes out, there is no prompt. Now someone is trying to make a fuss about our Youxiang?! Lu Yuan doesn't care about it, but he has now regarded Feng Jian Youxiang as his own.

"In my sunflower field." Feng Jianyouxiang said faintly...

It is said that the wind saw the fragrant sunflower field, and there was a corpse buried under each sunflower, including humans and monsters. When Lu Yuan heard her say this, he felt cold on his back and quickly cooked a pot of tea to warm his body.

Youxiang entered the door and took off her more precious cup, waiting for Lu Yuan to pour tea for her - Lu Yuan, who was stingy, hid the cup again. She swept around and chose Lu Yuan's newly made sofa a few days ago and sat down. Youxiang bounced on it, twisted her body, and found a comfortable position casually, lying halfway down like a queen.

"It's pretty good, give me one."

"Hey, I'm not a furniture store here!"

"Agreement, add this."

How many things did you add in your agreement? Is that agreement specifically used to plunder me?! You are shaking s, but I am not shaking m!

Just when Lu Yuan felt crazy, he wanted to hear something. Youxiang turned his head and said seriously: "What does shaking s mean? You haven't told me yet."

"Do you look at your lying position like an S-shaped shape? This is shaking S." Lu Yuan replied seriously.

Youxiang stared at Lu Yuan's eyes carefully for a while before lowering her head to drink tea and said, "You lied to me."

Are your eyes lie detectors? (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!