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Upon hearing the voice, Chang Lou looked over and saw an old man with half a head of white hair slowly walking over.

The old village chief was very old, with white hair and a silver beard. He was leaning on an oily wooden staff. As he walked, he bent over like a dead tree that was swaying in the autumn wind, waiting for the final destruction of the years.

These eyes were dim and lifeless. There was pity, sadness, and sorrow in those grey eyes … There was no happiness or joy, only vigilance and pity in the way he looked at Chang Lou.

"Brother, the Village Chief hates outsiders!" You must be careful when you speak! " Little Tiger put down the chicken leg in his hand to remind Chang Lou, looking very serious.

Before Chang Lou could ask Little Tiger, the village chief came over with a wine gourd. "Young man!" "Are you interested in drinking with me?" His hand, which was like a branch, was trembling as he tried to pour the wine from the gourd into a wooden bowl. However, no matter how he poured the gourd, his mouth would always be by the side of the wooden bowl. The villagers would solemnly watch as the village chief poured the wine, but no one had any intention of helping.

In this small village, the chief poured wine with the dignity of a sacrificial ceremony. After he finished pouring wine, the drinking in the permanent residence became a ritual once again, holding the wine bowl with both hands.

Under the gaze of so many pairs of eyes, Chang Lou straightforwardly raised the bowl and finished it in one gulp.

The wine had just touched his lips when a sudden wave of nausea overcame him. Bitter – this wine was bitter – ten thousand times more bitter than the yellow lotus. sour – this wine was extremely sour – one mouthful was like drinking ten jars of aged vinegar. It was spicy – this wine was spicy and heart-wrenching as it entered every inch of one's flesh.

With a gulp of wine, a middle-aged man appeared before Chang Lou's eyes. He wore a stern expression on his face and rarely smiled.

As the two gulps of wine entered his stomach, an image of an absolute beauty appeared in Chang Lou's mind. She often smiled, her smile full of charm.

Three mouthfuls of wine penetrated his heart. A black weapon appeared in Chang Lou's right hand. It was neither a sword nor a sword. Drops of blood dripped from the tip of the sword, converging into a lively and lifelike demon.

After four rounds of drinking, Chang Lou slowly unfurled the black bamboo scroll in his left hand. There were only two small words on it.

With five cups of wine, the brothel was no longer the brothel.

Seeing Chang Lou curl up and twitch on the ground, Little Tiger licked his tongue and asked the village head with a smile, "Old man, who do you think this belongs to?"

The old elder raised his head to the sky, hidden by a thatched shed. The village chief stuffed the wine gourd into his mouth, took the wooden staff from the big man and slowly walked out. Even when he was outside, he could not see the complete picture of the world.

"Heaven Defying!" These two words were like a thunderbolt that dispersed the greed in Little Tiger's eyes.

"Leave it to me!" A young girl around seventeen or eighteen years old walked out of the silent crowd. After she finished her sentence, she hugged the building and left.

Seeing the young girl leaving with the house, Little Tiger tore off a rabbit leg and chewed it a few times before grumbling, "Still not interesting!"

In the northwest corner of Chang Clan Village, there was a small courtyard next to a small bamboo forest. The courtyard was filled with blood-red Buried Soul Flowers.

This was the only surname of the Chang Clan Village, Li Xiaoxiao's residence.

Li Xiaoxiao had been picking the Soul Burying Flower in the yard all day long, but there was no sign of it. So where did the Soul Burying Flower go? In any case, Li Xiaoxiao was here day after day picking flowers and picking flowers, and she had never changed.

Chang Lou wasn't curious at all. He had only been here for a day, so how could he know about these things? It was because Li Xiaoxiao had told him a lot and the bowl of wine had also told him a lot.

"Here!" I'll give you a flower! " Li Xiaoxiao gently patted off the dew on a Soul Burying Flower. She then folded it off and gave it to the house beside her that was quietly watching her pick flowers and scatter flowers.

"Is this for him?" Chang Lou said as he held the Soul Burying Flower.

Li Xiaoxiao shook her head, "No, I gave this to you on her behalf? As for him, he has long since been buried under this Soul Burying Flower. "

Chang Lou looked at the Buried Soul Flower in his hand and muttered in his heart, "What a nice name this Rose has, does she have to be called the Buried Soul Flower?"

"Names are married to people! For example, Li Xiaoxiao could be Liu Xiaoxiao or Wang Xiaoxiao. It's just that the reason why I want to marry her is to make it easier for me to forget her name! " Li Xiaoxiao's hand trembled. The thorns had pierced her fingers and dripped a drop of her blood on the red Buried Soul Flower. The flower petal looked so sad and beautiful that she was reluctant to pick it.

Beside her, Chang Lou, who was silently watching her collect flowers and sow their souls, felt a wave of sadness surge out from the depths of her memories. Her nose ached, and her tears that had been soaked in the fragrance of the flowers involuntarily fell down.

"Alright!" I'll give you one more for the sake of your tears, and you'll be lonely with one flower in your hand. Take it and give it to her! She'll laugh even more than I did when I saw you cry. " Li Xiaoxiao smiled. Her smile was even cuter than this garden full of Buried Soul Flowers. She took advantage of the happiness she felt after so much difficulty to pluck her favorite flower and give it to Chang Lou.

After sending off the flowers, Li Xiaoxiao chased Chang Lou out of the yard, "Go! I hope you and I don't know each other anymore! "

Standing behind a low fence, the house watched as Li Xiaoxiao fell, crushing the soul flowers. The thorns pierced through her thin clothes, causing the blood to spread on her white dress, and Li Xiaoxiao turned into a dazzling soul flower. However, flowers were still flowers and Li Xiaoxiao was still Li Xiaoxiao. In the depths of her soul, a Soul Burying Flower named Rose would forever bloom.

In the quiet bamboo forest, Little Tiger was sitting next to a pile of dirt, gritting his teeth and using all his strength to bend a bamboo. When he saw Chang Lou walk over, he suddenly heaved a sigh like an adult.

Little Tiger put down the bamboo in his hand and said, "I knew you would know that I was waiting for you here!"

"I didn't know!" "But now I know. You actually still know how to wait for me! "

"What, you're leaving?" Little Tiger picked up the bamboo again, feeling a little disappointed.

"I have to go!" Chang Lou nodded.

"Alright! Since you want to leave, then leave! In any case, your story is boring and stupid enough to listen to my story and savagely enjoy kicking people in the ass. Do you think I would like you for provoking me so much? Their dream sweethearts were Sister Xiaoxiao and Little Ying! I heard that Lil Sis Yingying likes to play with sabers, you still have to practice it! " Little Tiger pursed his lips, made a face at Chang Lou, then picked up a thin bamboo stick and started to draw his blade art.

Little Tiger was not even able to hold his' blade 'steadily, and was even playing around with it. Slashing left and right time after time without any rules or tricks, yet Chang Lou was fascinated by it.

"Continue!" I saw my shadow in you! "You have a bright future!" Chang Lou praised.

Little Tiger's tiger-like eyes glowered at Chang Lou, "You didn't even have a single hair on your head back then, how can you still have a shadow? Get lost. "

Seeing that Little Tiger was about to run away with his bamboo in his mouth, Chang Lou ran away dejectedly.

Before he could run a few steps, the old Village Head blocked his path with a cane and a wine gourd in his hand.

Chang Luo subconsciously glanced at the Village Head's wine gourd. Trembling, he asked, "Can I not drink this? Bai Kaishui is cheap and won't hurt my stomach, I want to drink that."

The Village Chief rolled his eyes, "Even if you want to drink it, I won't give it to you!"

Just as he finished speaking, the village chief brought out a wooden bowl, "I have something to do with you. Do you want to drink or not? I have a bowl with me, so we can talk while we drink. "