Bite if you like, I have rough skin and thick flesh, I can withstand it!

The night wind howled, making the windows creak, and when dawn came, the ground was covered with an obvious layer of white frost.

Luo Guan pushed open the door and walked out. Although his clothes were thin, he was not afraid of the cold at all. He raised his head and glanced at the sky. He pondered for a moment and said, "It's going to snow soon."

"Close the door!" A muffled voice came from the quilt, and occasionally a section of white hair was exposed, and the hair spread like a waterfall.

The sound is a bit strange and unclear.

Luo Guan laughed, "You sleep a little longer, I'll make breakfast."

"Don't eat! I'm still holding on... Don't be annoying, I want to sleep until noon..." Su Qing raised her head, showing her slightly red and swollen lips, and gave him a fierce look.

Luo Guan laughed "haha" and said, "Okay, then you can rest."

Baby, you like to bite people, right? I can’t cure you yet!

At almost noon, a group of people arrived outside Liyuan Town despite the cold wind. They saw the earthen wall built at the entrance of the town from a distance. Dong Li, the leader, breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Everyone, Liyuan Town has arrived. Let's follow the old rules.

Hurry up and exchange what each family needs, meet at Lao Hei's house before dark, and then return to the village early tomorrow morning after a night's rest!"

"It's finally here, but I'm exhausted."

"Yes! If the town didn't have the necessary things for winter, I really wouldn't want to make this trip."

"Stop talking nonsense, go do some work quickly, let Lao Hei make a good meal for you in the evening, and then get some sleep."

A wave of energy rushed to the town, everyone said hello and dispersed, leaving only Dong Li and a boy and a half behind him.

Approximately eleven or twelve years old, of good stature, fair and delicate, with a wooden sword wrapped around his back, he is Dong Ping, the son of Dong Li.

A few years passed, and Dong Ping had a few strands of white hair on his temples. Dong Ping had grown up, and he had a somewhat calm demeanor at such a young age.

"Ping'er, I heard that there is a new blacksmith in Liyuan Town. His skills are good and the price is fair. I am going to make you an iron sword... In two years, you should go hunting in the mountains with us.

." While speaking, he glanced at the wooden sword carried by his son and couldn't help but sigh secretly.

My husband has been separated for several years, and I haven't heard from him since. I don't know where he is or whether he is well. Otherwise, if Ping'er can stay with him, it will be an excellent way out.

Dong Ping nodded and said, "Okay."
Chapter completed!