Chapter one hundred and sixty-two

There is smoke rising from kitchen chimneys. Bai Mei looked at the smoke and was almost moved to tears. There is no flare that can contact Shanghualou, and it is very unlikely that it will be found, even if Mo Shangran never gave up. Where there are people, it means you can ask the direction, you can leave the ghost forest, you can go back... Just... Bai Mei glanced at the gray clothes and sighed helplessly in his heart. Isn't it almost the same as Dad? Why did the gray clothes seem to have not been recognized for a long time? He asked Grey again, "Do you pay special attention to bringing it back to Chen Guo?" Like every time before, gray clothes are silent. At the beginning, when Bai Mei used a small seal to prove the identity of Bai Hou at night, the gray clothes didn't think highly of individuals, and even didn't look at the appearance carefully. When I saw Bai Mei's smile the next morning, my gray clothes only trembled in my heart. Every time I saw Bai Mei, I felt that my eyes were shining with sharp white teeth, which made me want to retreat... Up to now, I haven't even seen Bai Mei's face clearly, and I haven't drawn a picture of Bai Mei in front of me and the delicate and weak one in those days. My eyes are fixed on Qing Yan every day, begging myself to teach riding Bai Mei in order to please Qing Yan. As a matter of fact, I have long forgotten the original one, together with all of it, and once appeared in the barracks to serve the generals and marshals. However, no matter how much gray clothes want to turn around and run away, they are clearly still thinking about their own tasks. Only when they are completed can they be free, and only when they are free can they find their sister, so they refuse to give up, so they have to look at Bai Mei as little as possible and concentrate on walking. Originally, I only thought that Bai Mei might take the crooked road, but I forgot that the road I chose might be even more crooked. When found, can only crustily skin of head to continue. Now I see a small village hidden in the forest, and my gray clothes are relieved. When I return to my mind, I see that Bai Mei has already walked to the village. Bai Mei's waist is very straight and his gait is steady, but his back is clearly depressed and cold. He is obviously covered with mud clothes, but he still looks pale. Gray suddenly felt a little unbearable in my heart. I vaguely remember Bai Mei's nagging for a few days. It seems that I am only in my early twenties. If my sister is still alive, it should be the same age... At the same age, if there has been no change in the family, I think my little sister should also be like Bai Mei in front of me. The elves are eccentric, proud and strong, and have hidden sharpness. For example, dragons and phoenixes among people, they must also be luxurious in daily life and held in the palm of their hands... Grey suddenly thought that even for many days, it was really rare for Bai Mei to endure it. If … The small village has not seen outsiders for many years. Seeing Bai Mei and gray clothes who claimed to be sisters unfortunately lost, although they looked embarrassed, they were also correct, so it was rare to warmly welcome them into the village, serve tea to eat, and surround them just to listen to stories outside. Gray clothes have only fought with their general masters for many years. Have you ever seen a situation? When embarrassed and cramped, cut all had to hand over to Bai Mei to deal with. Bai Mei, however, seemed to have finally found a place to use it. His eyes were curved and he sang a one-man show for a long time. Finally, someone was willing to enthusiastically gather around to answer the words. Naturally, he could not be happy again. Gray silently drank tea and tilted his head to see Bai Mei. Bai Mei had previously borrowed a coarse cloth dress from the villagers, which didn't fit well. She wore it loosely on her body, washed her face, combed her long hair and woven it into braided hair to hang down on her chest. At this time, her big eyes were winking and shining, and she was making up a story about fighting outside, and the two sisters were robbed by the army and avoided going into the woods, but unfortunately she got lost. The villagers listened interestingly, sighing and comforting for them, and facing them, they also avoided the constant wars outside in those days, and their ancestors fled and hid inside. Unexpectedly, three or four generations passed, but there was still a war outside? Come and go, many. It is also mentioned that the direction continues to go but becomes a foreign territory. If you want to go back to the direction of Chen Guo Lin Guo, you will have to go back for about two weeks last week... Bai Mei suddenly turned back and smiled at the gray clothes and said, "Why didn't my sister talk? We will stay overnight and go back tomorrow?" Grey clothes were called by Bai Mei, and suddenly I felt that Bai Mei's smile was very familiar. After staying, I didn't want to start, but I heard Bai Mei continue to talk with the villagers- -"Miss is not worthy. Jiushu is ranked ninth at home. Just call a Jiu." So immediately, a villager answered the question along the pole: "Nine girls, I don't know if there is a marriage? There is chaos outside, why not stay inside? Although our boy is not handsome, he is also considerate, and he is also an expert in living..." "Nine special?!" Grey clothes surprised, risk blurted out to ask Bai Mei-also ranked ninth? Also called Jiushu? ! Turning to see, but see Bai Mei slightly red face, low head is pushing off the family husband is how virtuous, can't live up to, deputy child facial expression is let gray jumps in the heart. Gray suddenly can't remember what his mother looked like in those days, but vaguely remember that the same is true when she smiles-when she is shy, she hangs her head and lowers her eyebrows and smiles shyly; When you are happy, you look up and show your face, and the sunshine is dim when you smile; Holding weapons in hand, the usual gentle and elegant turn into natural and unrestrained Yinglang, holding a sword and laughing, making people both worship and fear... So … Grasp your fist quietly.