"I've seen some lunatics. Although they are crazy, they are all very jealous of their lives."

Feng Xiaohan looked at her and said, "You are different."

The girl sitting by the window was nothing but Meng'er who came to write a war last night. Although the Tang army did not know who the person they were looking for was, the martial law in the entire Bianzhou City was indeed to search for her.

It's not crazy to appear here at this time...

It's stupid!

Meng'er looked out the window with a faint smile hanging on the corner of her mouth: "Look, it's snowing."

Feng Xiaohan glanced out of the window and said, "The coldness in the north is closer to Wanli Han Mountain. Snow should not be unusual for you."

Meng'er said, "Yes, I don't feel anything if I see too much. It is said that the climate in the south is warm, and winter is rainy season, and people there have never seen snow."

The human world is a pure land in Chengtian Continent. The secrets of heaven are stable. The warmer the more you go south, the warmer it becomes. Even the snowflakes in winter cannot condense and will only rain.

On the contrary, the more you go north, the colder you get.

The Han River in the far north is 90,000 miles, and snow often falls even in summer. No one has ever been to the places further north of Han Mountain.

Therefore, northerners have never seen flowers bloom in winter, and southerners have never seen snow.

Meng'er looked at the wild sword behind him and said, "They have never seen snow, just like I have never seen swords, it's very strange."

“This doesn’t make the reason to take the risk of coming here.”

Feng Xiaohan said, "It's just an excuse."

Suddenly, a wind blew outside the window, stroking Meng'er's black hair, and the temperature in the room suddenly dropped a lot. He was shocked that Changming Trading Company was surrounded by a formation, in addition to avoiding the heat and preventing the cold, it also played a warning role. The formation of the window was broken last night, alarming the entire store.

Since cold wind could enter the house at this time, it means that the formation had failed, but Chi Mei and others did not react at all.

How did she do it?

"My backstage is very tough, no matter how you do it, there will be no problem, so I love adventure, and I am such a person."

Meng'er stuck out her tongue, like a little girl showing off her beloved doll, looking at him and said, "There are many people using swords in this city, and many are better than you, but at that age, it's just that. As the saying goes, it's all bad. I don't want to fight with people who have no understanding and rely on time to accumulate cultivation."

"You want to say that their qualifications are too low and you don't like them?"

Feng Xiaohan remembered the hydrangea and said, "The hydrangea that knocked over my teapot yesterday should be a magic weapon."

That magic weapon is for detection. As long as you don’t deliberately hide your breath, it will be found.

Meng'er pouted, her eyes full of pride.

Feng Xiaohan said expressionlessly: "What do you want?"

"I've said that I just want to fight with you and see the sword skills of the people of the Central Plains. Now there are only two swordsmen in Bianzhou City. Only the fool of the Tang Dynasty will provoke you, so you are the only one left. What can I do?"

Meng'er said: "Also, before that, I will live here for the time being."

...

...

The sky was getting darker, and the building in the snow was covered with a light white layer, and the corner of the raised eaves was raised high like Feng Xiaohan's brow.

"Oh, don't do this. After all, the soldiers in the city are looking for me. My follower is more than enough to protect himself, but it's hard to bring me with me. It's said that dark under the light, only you are the safest here."

"Aren't you strong enough in the backstage?"

"But I don't want to cause trouble for my family. If I am caught, I will definitely be sent back to the grassland and I will not be able to come out again for a long time. Little brother, just let Sister Meng hide here for a few days."

Meng'er's pouting little mouth looks very pitiful and pityful.

"You asked for it yourself. I'm merciful and lenient if I don't ask people to come up."

Feng Xiaohan pointed to the window and said, "Please."

Meng'er chopped her feet and said angrily: "Why are you like this? People can't beg you. Yesterday, I said I was a fairy. Do you understand "Pity and savage jade?"

She is a saint of the grassland. In addition to the Saint of the Knife, when did she ask others for help? Excited, the word Ma in the ending sound made her even more cute.

But Feng Xiaohan was the most confused about the style. Yesterday, she praised her on a whim and said lightly: "If you don't leave, I'll call you."

"you……"

Meng'er really wants to say that no matter how loud you call, no one will come to save you, but this is Bianzhou. No one knows her identity when she leaves the grassland, and even if she knows, she may not take it seriously.

Helplessly, she had to find another place to go.

Feng Xiaohan watched her jump up to the window and was about to leave. He breathed a sigh of relief and his eyebrows stretched out.

But the next moment, they wrinkled tightly again.

Because the other party did not jump onto the roof outside and disappeared into the streets and alleys, he came back.

Meng'er saw the things on the table, thoughts moved, pointed to the grassland map, and said with a smile: "You come to Bianzhou, are you going to the grassland?"

“So what?”

"Although this map is detailed, there are many hidden places that are not marked. Why not ask people if you don't ask for someone? How about I'll help you with a guide?"

"I have promised the second disciple of the Saint Saint to capture you in seven days. Since I have received the benefits, I cannot regret it."

Feng Xiaohan said calmly: "And you can't find the place I'm going to."

Meng'er raised her chest, raised her head slightly, and said confidently: "Don't look down on me, the grassland is my home. Where are you going? Tell me."

The Saint is the most precious pearl on the grassland. Her brilliance shines on every corner of the tribes. Meng'er doesn't believe that there are places on the grassland that she can't find.

Feng Xiaohan whispered: "Chimequan, how about it?"

The cold wind blew again outside the window, the curfew bell came from afar, the sky was completely dark, and the house was silent.

Meng'er held her breath and felt a little depressed when she heard the name.

After a long time, a firm voice sounded, breaking the silence.

Meng'er said seriously: "A word is certain, I will take you to Akame Spring. You are not allowed to report it to me. In seven days, the city closure will end, and we will set off."

Feng Xiaohan raised his eyebrows and asked, "How do I know what you said is true?"

Meng'er jumped to the bed, lay on the soft bed, sighed comfortably, and said with a smile: "That place can only be considered an old legend on the grassland. There are so few people who know it. You either believe me or look for it for the rest of your life."

Her words kept Feng Xiaohan silent for a long time.

If he went to find the grassland himself, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack. If there was a grassland man leading the way, he would save a lot of time.

And what he lacks the most is time.

Qian Feng is the disciple of the leader of the grassland, that is, the sword saint, and Meng'er is his sister. It is not difficult to see from her tone that this woman's identity is obviously more than that, and she might really know many secrets.

"So what should I do if Qian Feng sends someone to arrest you in seven days?"

Feng Xiaohan asked, "They will definitely make full preparations."

If he could increase his hope of survival, he would not mind breaking the contract, but he would always take into account the reputation of the next sect.

Meng'er turned over and said with a smile: "There is an old saying in the Central Plains, mountain people have their own tricks..."
Chapter completed!