Chapter 292: festive season

Chapter 292: festive season

  Chapter 292 Asking about the festive season

   Suzaku Avenue.

  The streets are lined with lights and festoons.

  The streets were bustling with crowds, and many people wore masks and danced with the Nuomian dance team.

   There was a lot of voices, and it was very lively.

"There are too many people, right?" Pei Yi felt a little difficult to breathe wearing a mask. She struggled to push through the crowd and took a step forward, and couldn't help complaining, "It's like making dumplings. There are so many people, I The sweat is coming out."

Pei Xuanting put his arms around his chest, walked leisurely through the crowd, and said with a calm smile: "There is a curfew on weekdays, and everyone is not allowed to go out to play at night. Throughout the year, only New Year's Eve and very rare days can come out to play at night. Son, how could there not be many people?"

   "Please step aside, I'm about to lose my master." A silly voice came from behind.

  Pei Xuanting turned around and saw Helian Linyu struggling with the crowd.

  This Turkic barbarian is surprisingly tall, and he stands out from the crowd—even in a sea of ​​people, you can easily see the big tall man who is a lot taller than the crowd.

   "Master, wait for me!" Seeing that he couldn't move for a long time, Helian Linyu waved and shouted anxiously, for fear that his little master would not see him.

  There were so many people that Pei Yi couldn't stand still at the same spot—the crowd was so crowded that she was forced to follow along.

  She turned her head and shouted, "Hurry up yourself, I can't wait for you!"

   Qisha was wearing a mask to protect Pei Yi's side.

  He originally wanted to clear the way for his third master, but there were so many people around him that it was difficult for him to push through the crowd.

  And sometimes when he accidentally bumps into a woman, the woman will scold him in all likelihood.

  Qisha felt that this New Year’s Eve was lively and lively, but the streets were too crowded, so what joy could there be?

  Pei Xuanting silently looked at his sister who was walking not far ahead, and suddenly said: "Fanyin, let's play separately, and then we will go home and have the New Year's Eve dinner."

  Pei Yi was almost squeezed into a meatloaf.

  She felt that under such circumstances, there were too many people and it was impossible to play together, so she turned her head and responded loudly: "Okay!"

  Pei Xuan raised his neck and shouted: "Then my elder brother and I will leave!"

   "Got it!" Pei Yi waved her hand back.

  Pei Xuanting pursed his lips and smiled, then elbowed his eldest brother, and said with a wicked smile: "Brother, let's play by ourselves."

  Pei Xuanzong glanced at his younger brother in disapproval, and then fixed his gaze on his younger sister.

Pei Xuanting raised his arms and wrapped his arms around his elder brother's shoulders, grinning and teasingly said: "Brother, don't you see that Fanyin and her two little servants are greasy and crooked? How inappropriate are we to follow her? "

  Pei Xuanzong admitted that his brother was right, but...

   "We follow Sanskrit to protect her." Pei Xuanzong said worriedly.

   "Brother, why does Sanskrit need our protection?" Pei Xuan said with a smile, "He is a dead man with seven kills."

   "Both of us together probably won't be able to do seven kills."

   "Are you still worried that he can't protect Sanskrit well?"

   "Besides, isn't Helian Linyu still following Sanskrit?"

   "Helian Linyu is known as the number one Turkic warrior."

   "There are people like this around Sanskrit."

   "Are you still worried that Sanskrit is not safe?"

  Pei Xuanzong was speechless, but his eyes were still focused on his sister who was going far away, obviously worried.

  Pei Xuanting couldn't help but sighed, and persuaded him: "Brother, you have to cultivate some hobbies of your own."

   "Look at you, apart from staring at Sanskrit, you can only play with women, or do business."

   "Don't you think such days are boring?"

  Pei Xuanzong didn't take what his brother said in his heart at all.

  He still stretched his neck forward and tried to find his younger sister, disapprovingly said: "Wandering on the street like this is boring."

   "Tsk, I'm really convinced of you... Hey!" Pei Xuanting was talking, when suddenly he was hit on the back.

  He looked back, only to see that the man also bumped into him from the back, and happened to turn back to look at him.

   Both of them were wearing masks, so they couldn't see what they looked like.

  The man glanced at him, and shouted with a bit of surprise: "Second Master Pei?"

  Pei Xuanting was very surprised when he heard this familiar voice: "Lu Silang?"

   After the two said this, they both lifted the masks on their faces, and saw a familiar face as expected.

   "It's really you!"

   "It's really you!"

  The two spoke in unison again.

  Seeing that his sister had disappeared into the crowd, Pei Xuanzong suddenly felt that this New Year's Eve excursion was very boring.

  He said boredly: "Second brother, I'll go first, you can play by yourself."

   "Hey, big brother, let's go together!" Pei Xuanting said and was going to pull his big brother.

  But Pei Xuan turned around and left, never giving him a chance to pull people, and waved to him without looking back: "Let's go."

  Pei Xuanting saw his elder brother walking away, so he turned around and complained to Lu Jing who met by chance: "My elder brother is too boring—the biggest hobby in life is to hang around my third younger brother."

   "No matter what it is, as long as my third brother is not around, my elder brother will feel bored."

   "He would rather stay at home alone and read a book, or find a woman, than go out to play with his friends."

  Lu Jing silently listened to the complaints, and joked: "Second Master, aren't you the same? Isn't the biggest hobby in life also revolved around the Third Master?"

  Pei Xuanting had a hellish expression on his face, and shook his head disapprovingly, "How is this possible?"

  Lu Jing said with a smile: "Second Master, think about it for yourself. Since we just met, how many times have you mentioned the third master? Even if you mentioned the eldest son, it is also related to the third master."

  Pei Xuanting was speechless.

  He was silent for a moment, then resentfully said, "I'm the only...brother, so what if I mention it a few more times?"

   Lu Jing smiled and shook his head, noncommittal.

  There was a lot of noise around.

  Some newlyweds paraded through the streets together.

  Newlyweds always seem a little timid, embarrassed to get too close to their husbands, but also unwilling to be too far away from them.

  Relying on his height, Pei Xuanting had a clear view of the surrounding situation.

  He suddenly had a thought, looked at this little general who could only reach his shoulder, and asked very seriously: "Lu Silang, are you a good Longyang?"

  Lu Jing was slightly stunned for a moment, then shook his head and smiled, "I'm not a broken sleeve, how can I do this?"

  Pei Xuan clicked his tongue and teased jokingly: "Come on."

   "I've seen you reading that Broken Sleeve Fengyue picture book several times."

   "If you are good at this, don't be shy to admit it."

   "Anyway, I won't laugh at you."

   "And there are so many people like Honoki Kyoto, there's nothing shameful about it."

  (end of this chapter)