"..." Ye forgets what he said is obvious, but he is not angry, and he forbears a moment, "You misunderstood. I don't want to follow you, but the life of the Lord, come to Xuanyuange to buy something." go back."

Moeburn and Chu Xiening heard this and looked at each other.

- Shenwu.

Nangong swayed the red clay jug in his hand, and his face was more gloomy: "My father wants to buy something, what trouble do you do? Is it that I have no hands and no feet, will not do it for him?"

"...Auntie, I don't mean this."

"Who told you to call me like this?" Nangong Emei Yu was extremely low pressure, his eyes were like electricity. "Ye Gongzi, don't think that his father blinked and kissed you, you can be unscrupulous in front of me... Do you want to be yourself?" Not disgusting?"

"I call you this, it is the meaning of the Lord. If you dislike, you can tell him by yourself." Ye said that he was silent and said, "What is the use of anger?"

"Don't take my father to pressure me!"

Nangong sighed and took a sigh of relief. The black scorpion was very cold, just like the silver moon hanging high and the wolf smoke filled.

"Ye Gongzi." He seems to have lengthened these three words. "My father asked you to call me aunt. I am afraid that he will be wrong with your position in the party, but you have to be a little self-aware in your heart. Don't give If you are three-point color, you will start the dyeing house. You know, even if you are dyed in a big red and purple, you can't stand with me if you are born here."

On the face of the wind, the face of the gentleman seems to have flashed a faintness. His scorpion-like eyelashes hang down and quietly said: "The young master said, but Yemou... never thought about it. Lesser than the Lord."

The switch on the title made Nangong a little more comfortable. He raised his hand and drank a few spicy shochu, but he was not drunk, and stared at the leaves for a while, snoring from his nose and waving his hand. : "You don't dare to measure, you yell at you like this, where can you be..."

He suddenly realized that there were many people here, and he almost said something he shouldn’t say, and he licked his lips and stopped talking.

"..."

In contrast, Ye forgets the past, even if he is so humiliated, he still looks down. No one can see whether his eyes are angry or humiliating. He only gives everyone a flat and gentle face, three-pointed, Seven points are restrained.

The atmosphere was at its peak.

Nan Gongyi looked awkwardly for a while, and his eyes fell on the woman behind the leaves. It seemed that in order to cover up the mistakes that had been made, he coughed and chin rushed to the woman and asked Ye Yexiu: "You Saved?"

"Ok."

"Where is she from the original? If the road is unknown, don't save it."

"Nothing, it was taken by Xuanyuan Pavilion."

Nangong Yu did not care about the bidding of Xuanyuan Pavilion, and did not bother to ask, but he was shocked when he heard that Song Qiutong was actually photographed. The original lazy and perfunctory eyes suddenly sharpened and stared at Song Qiutong’s face. He said halfway: "Is this thing a slave bone, or a sphenoidal beauty seat?"

There are only two kinds of people in the comprehension continent that can be publicly sold. In addition to the skeletal beauty seats, there is also a slave bone.

The slave bones are the sons of the human race and the demon. Because people are afraid of the demon nature of such aliens, once they are aware, they will destroy their true elements and put a slave curse on their cheekbones to make them a servant.

However, the price of the slave bones is not high, and there is nothing unusual. Usually, the tea is poured into the door, or it is bought by the wealthy merchants to play home. Since it was sold by Xuanyuan Pavilion, it should not be such a grade.

Sure enough, Ye forgets to say: "It is a sphenoidal beauty seat."

Nangong Temple became very interested, bypassing the leaves, and went to Song Qiutong to see the goods around her for a circle. Then he frowned and said: "How is this thing licking? Product?"

"...when she was caught, she was injured and coated. It was not so good." Ye forgets the news. "So we are not far away and want to stay here for one night."

Nangong was undecided, and narrowed his eyes. Suddenly, he sniffed at the neck of Song Qiutong and screamed like a wild untamed wolf. Song Qiutong was frightened by his act like a disciple, squatting in the same place, crumbling.

"It doesn't matter if it smells like an ordinary person." He licked his nose and sneezed. "There is also a powdery powder..."

Putting a wave, Nangong asked casually: "How much?"

"Fifty million."

"silver?"

"gold."

Nangong squats with big eyes: "Leaves the past, you are crazy? Five million gold, do you know how many top grindstones are enough to be tempered? Does the mother buy me a woman back? You are not the money of my Confucianism? ”

"I don't have the money to spend the martial art." Ye forgets to stop for a moment, then goes on, "I don't buy it for you."

"You-!" The fire that just descended came up again. The Nangong 驷 目 目 , , , , , , , , , , 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南How to see how uncomfortable, immediately ordered, "You, the rag on the face, take it off!"

Song Qiutong was frightened, clutching the sleeves of Ye’s forgotten, and shrinking a little behind him. His voice was extremely pathetic: "Ye Gongzi, I... I don’t want to..."

The leaves are rejuvenated and slender, but they are not as strong as Nangong. But when they look at Nangong, they are not afraid: "She is not willing, and the Lord will not force her."

"Luo Luozhen, she is yours to save, that is to owe me a life of Confucianism, must listen to me. Pick it up!"

"She was saved by me. From the time I saved her, she was still free." Ye forgets, "Please also ask the Lord, it is difficult to be strong."

"Ye is a forgotten! You are a good thing!" Nangong sighed and slammed the doorframe. "What do you think of me? Today I am still on the line with you. I said that she would pick her up. I picked up the veil and let you live here. If you don’t pick it, my mother will roll it for me!"

Ye forgets that the sigh is slightly undetectable, turning to Song Qiu Tong said: "Let's go."

This time, it was not only the Nangong who was picked up, but Ye Hao’s body was carrying Shenwu. He said that he could not let him go. Chu night would immediately say: "Go and stop him."

"Good." The ink burned also had this intention, but for a long time, suddenly a glimpse, "Master, stop to let him live, but people want to stay in the store to rest."

"Give us half of our room."

"...hey." I don’t know why, but suddenly the look has become awkward. "I’m afraid this is not appropriate."

Chu nightning raised his eyelids slightly: "What's wrong?"

"The Master does not know, we are best not to stay in a room with him, and he will not agree, because this leaves forget, he is actually a..."

When I heard the key, I heard the following Nangong smashing the table, the cup and the bowl smashed, and slammed the bench, with a tripod on it, angered: "Who allowed you to say Just leave?! I think you are the opposite! You are going to roll me back!"

"..." This is even awkward on the faces of Nangong's relatives.

This is not... little master, do you let people roll quickly?

Ye Yexi seems to have been accustomed to Nangong’s unreasonable troubles. He planned to sing and did not hear his roar. He shot Song Qiutong’s shoulder and motioned her not to go to the back of the heart.

"Leaves forget!"

"..."

"Leaves forget!!"

"..."

"Leaf - forget - the past!!!"

Ye Forget the forehead of the forehead, the blue ribs couldn't help but jumped twice, and finally couldn't help but look back. It was a sip of a jug, and the pupils shrank, and the leaves were forgotten, and suddenly the white shadow flashed.

"what--!"

A delicate pain called everyone to be surprised at the place, and Ye Yexi and Nangong were even more discolored.

Originally, between the electric and the Flint, Song Qiutong was in front of the leaf forgotten. The heavy red clay jug was smashing her forehead, and her blood was rushing, and her pair of white jade hands trembled. After the blood, I immediately fell into tears.

"Don't touch, I look at the injury."

"I'm fine, I don't hurt the son..."

"When you talk, you talk, what kind of bottle are you throwing?" Ye said that he was so angry that he looked at Nangong with a sigh of relief and immediately followed his own servant. "Get the medicine."

"The son, the golden drug is used up." The waiter whispered, "If you don't want me, I will go outside and buy some more."

Nangong Yu did not think that there would be this out. Although the work was calm, there was still a apology in his eyes. He squinted his face: "I, I have it here.... Alan, take my sachet."

Ye Yexi was a little angry, licking his lips and not taking care of him.

Holding a small pill bottle, it was stiff for a long time in the same place. I couldn’t see the leaves and looked back at myself. Nangong’s face couldn’t pass, and the bottle was rudely smuggled to Song Qiutong: “Give it to you, love it.”

Song Qiutong is like a frightened deer. He trembles toward the leaves and forgets that he has never stopped. He is only silent. This is why he has taken the gold medicine and he has lowered his head and hurt his own. He whispered: Thank you, Nangong Gongzi."

I didn't expect that the girl who was almost opened by herself would be thankful. The Nangong sneaked a sigh, and then I turned back to sway and coughed: "It doesn't matter."

It’s the night, and the leaves of the party are finally staying here.

An inn, a few candlelights, clearly extinguished, and the stars are chaotic.

The ink-burning squatting sits by the window, quite a bit absent-minded. Rebirth has been nearly two years, and the progress of many things is very different from that of previous lives. It is always subtle to see the same people doing different things.

Song Qiutong, Ye forgets, does not return...

These people and things that were familiar to the past are appearing in his life again as time goes by. Only in this life, he will never marry Song Qiutong as a wife. As for Ye Zhixi, this person will soon become famous in the world, becoming the second master of the comprehension world after only Chu Yuning.

There is still no return.

When he thought of this strange knife with his previous life, he was in a state of turmoil.

"Master."

"What is it?"

"You have been painting this charm for half an hour, why haven't you finished painting?"

"It's just fine." Chu Yuening said, by a solitary lamp, carefully took the last few strokes of the cinnabar's nib, an extremely complicated Tenglong jumped on the paper.

The ink burned in the past.

"what is this?"

"Chenglong enchantment."

"What do you do?"

"You can see all the traces of the spells around you. If the mysterious man wants to test the essence of the spirit with the gods, he must print on the weapon. Whether the weapon appears coincidentally or his design, you will know immediately. It is."

"Wow, there is such a good thing, why is the Master not used in the Xuanyuan Pavilion?"

"...I wake up the Ascension of the Dragon, you will understand it when you look at it."

I saw that Chu Ning pierced his fingertips and smeared it on one of the dragon scales. The little yellow dragon on the paper overflowed with golden light, and the eyes and tail began to swing flexibly.

Chu night Ningdao: "You are a real dragon?"

There was a sharp scream on the paper: "Yes, yes, this seat is a real dragon."

"How come you can see."

"Stupid mortal! How do you not believe!"

"If you can jump out of the paper, I will recognize you as a real dragon."

"What is the difficulty! You are waiting for this seat! Hey!"

The golden light flashed, and a slap-sized mighty dragon leaped out of the paper, shaking his head and swaying his tail, screaming and clawing, triumphantly flying around the night of Chu, and screaming: "Ha ha ha, ha ha ha, I am a I only have big dragons, big dragons, I have many small secrets, little secrets. I have many secrets, I will not tell you, I will not tell them, I will not tell you, complain, you!"

Chu nightning used the eyes of the pair of Qingruo icy lake to glance at the little muddy coldly, covered it with his hands and covered it on the table, and said to the inkless expression: "Do you understand?"

"understood……"

"Let me go! You stupid mortal! You have to mess with this seat!"

Chu Xiaoning raised his hand and took a look at its reverse scale, which was the blood-stained scale: "Shut up, work."

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Nangong Temple

Word: no detention

Nickname: none

Occupation: Confucianism

Say something simple: the second generation

Social outlook: the young masters of the upper-repairing community who have led many fans

To put it simply: there is a group of younger brothers.

Currently favorite: Naobaijin

Favorite food: meat bones

Hate: vegetables

Height: 185