"Leaves forget, it is not a man at all."

"........."

A few silences, suddenly boiling!

The guests in the hall were eclipsed, and all the sights were concentrated on the leaves of the forgotten, and the leaves were hungry, their eyes closed and their eyes closed.

Not a man? !

This handsome and upright young man, actually... is it actually a girl?

This sentence is like dripping into the sputum. In a flash, there is a hot air wave. Some people take a breath of air, and then the screaming sound and the splashing oil are smashing.

"Is the leaf forgetting to be a daughter?"

"God... how come..."

"It's no wonder that Nancai didn't blame her. He knew this thing clearly! So Song Qiutong just..."

“It’s all about self-protection and planting people!”

"It's too sinister! I didn't do it without doing it. Why do you want to wash the charges and blame others?"

"But I still don't believe, how can Ye Yexiong be a woman? I can't get it at all..."

The cold eyes of Nangong Liuyan flashed, staring at the black scorpion exposed by the black man, saying: "Mr. Do not rumor, where is the evidence from you -"

"If you don't feel guilty, let the Nangong 驷 be released." The black man said, "Fortunately, the sage is wild, but he is still a gentleman, not as cold and ruthless as you are."

"..."

Seeing a layer of greasy sweat on the face of Nangong Liu, pinching the fist, the black man is cold and cold: "Why, you put it."

Nangong Liu Yan sleeves: "The district is not a child of discipline, but it is not possible for an outsider to dictate his hand and put it on the ground!"

He said that although he did not admit that the black people said it was true, everyone’s heart was already like a mirror. Those who did not believe in the words of the black people could not help but shake their minds and re-evaluate the leaves. The handsome face, trying to find out what she was doing as a woman.

At this time, the crowd suddenly had a personal voice: "The head of the Nangong, this is what you are wrong."

Everyone turned back, Mei Hanxue wearing a fox, graceful and cheerful, standing in a light and shadow, said: "Ye girl is a heroic, but it is a true daughter, the head of the body For the man, he should be pity and cherish the jade. As an elder, he should be generous and kind. How can he bully a girl in order not to lose the face of Confucianism?"

He said, walking slowly to the front of the temple, smiled and said: "Small sorrow is not awkward. I once had a relationship with the flower girl and the leaf girl. At that time, she felt that she was cool and heroic, and unlike the Fufeng weak willow, she loved it. The mouth is stupid, but the words are offensive to the Ye girl, which makes her heart abandon her, and has a dispute with Xiaoyan. After the coach Ye Hao’s high-profile move, she can’t help but sigh that the Confucianism is really a hero, and the female repair is also an extraordinary skill. The door secretly applauded, but today I saw the head of the monarch acting... Oh, but I feel that the Huang Feng Confucianism is not worthy of such a proud face."

"...Mei Xianjun, you and Ye Yexi have only one side of the relationship, it will be wrong to be wrong." Nangong willow face dull, but still dead and bite between the lips, said, "Read in Kunlun step For the sake of the Snow Palace, I don't care about you, so don't leave your eyes again."

Between his words, it is not as calm as calm.

The black man sneered: "The name of Mei Gongzi is famous all over the world. If he does not see that a person is a man or a woman, I am afraid that no second person in the world can see it."

Nangong Liu listened to him and said that he could not help but anger and burn hard. He said: "Mr. still only slammed the leaves and forsaw the insults of Song Qiutong. At this time, he said that Ye Yexi was a woman. So he turned upside down and wanted to disturb my Confucianism. Clear, bad, my door is famous!"

Black man said: "If I don't make this decision, how can I let Nangong son see the true nature of Song girl? If he is wrong, it is really disgusting for most of his life."

"But you only know what is said to be justified! What's more, if the leaf is a woman, how does the cinnabar on Song Qiutong's wrist disappear?"

"You ask her, ask me what to do." The black man sneered, "not to mention the fact that you have thousands of male disciples on the door of the Confucianism. If you have the heart, you can take them. One question and one question will definitely find a satisfactory answer."

This matter is related to the face of Confucianism, so everyone is silent, no one speaks, but the innocence and curiosity in the eyes can't be hidden. Nan Gongliu feels that the thorn is on his back in such a gaze. After a while, I suddenly turned my head and said, "You come over!"

"..."

"You said by yourself, did the Song girl yell at you?" Nan Gongliu stared at the face of Ye Shixi, he was betting, and he still held the most important chip in his hand. He knows that Ye Forgive has a deep affection for his son, and he does not want Confucianism to be famous. "You tell everyone, what is your identity!"

The leaves are always obedient, from small to large, the most sturdy piece on his board.

He even clearly remembered that when he was thirteen years old, he was ordered to come to the magnificent hall of Confucianism.

The temple door is close, only two of them.

He sat on the icy seat and looked down. The 13-year-old girl had not yet gotten out, dressed in a green scorpion, with a satin on her hair and a small silver bracelet on her hand.

He smiled and said to her: "Forgetting it, calling you today, I mean you already know."

Ye forgets to squat down and grows down: "Yes, respect the Lord."

"Your righteous father has been seriously injured many times before, and his bones are damaged. It is no longer suitable for the dark guards. You are his adopted daughter and the childhood sweetheart. I can't believe other people. I can only believe you."

Ye Yexiu did not get up, still quietly lie on the ground, under the bun, revealing a slender neck, like a lamb licking the neck.

Nangong Liudao: "Your talent is outstanding, the future is immeasurable. I have the heart to plant you as the leader of the Confucianism, and then lead a city in the seventy-two cities. In this way, you can both worry about your righteous father. It can become the right arm of the deaf child. Since then, he is in the dark, you are in the dark, and share the centuries-old glory of Confucianism."

He paused.

"However, if you don't want it, then it doesn't matter. How much can your father support you for a while? I will find someone who is more suitable. This is a great sacrifice for you. I have a lot of things in my heart. You don't have to reluctantly."

When Nangong Liu finished, he changed his position on the high seat and waited in a hurry. This girl has no father and no mother, and she has no support. He has full confidence in his heart. He waits for her to nod.

Finally, Ye Ye had straightened her back and she looked at him quietly.

There was such an instant, Nangong Liu felt chilling, and it seems that her own calculations and smirk were all seen by the girl, but the next moment, Ye forgets: "My life is given by the righteous father, to report the father, I Nothing unwilling."

Nangong Liu Jing had a mustache and sighed: "In the end it is aggrieved to you."

Ye forgets the silence and indifferently says: "I should thank the Lord, and my eyes will be added."

Nangong Liu Yanfeng turned: "But, Confucianism has always been male and female, and women are always weak and weak. It is the woman's benevolence. This is the only man in the world who can serve the public and be a commander." You are so smart, you should know how to do it."

Ye forgets the silence for a moment, in front of Nangong Liu's face, coldly took off the silver bracelet on his hand, smashed the ribbon, and then she removed the upper jaw, only the white jacket. After doing all this, she will release her hair and turn it into a ponytail. The sun shines in and shines on her. She has a straight back and a strong look. Although she is still young, her temperament is like a pine.

"Not bad." Nangong Liu dripping does not leak, reminding her, "I will dress like this in the future, but don't forget, there is sound."

Leaves forget to drop the eyelashes. She has already discovered it when she came in. Before she had her seat, she had already put a golden scissors in advance.

She picked up the scissors and licked them in the throat.

Blood ticks.

"The old sound is annihilated and will not change for life."

She slowly spit out the eight-character curse, then closed her eyes and threw the scissors off the front.

The blood on the scissors was mottled. Nangong Liu stared at it for a while and said, "Good, good. From then on, you are the successor of the dark city leader. It is the Ye Gongzi of the Confucianism Gate. Even if it is a nephew, I will ask him to let you three. Minute--"

The leaves are forgotten, but they are another kind of juvenile voice.

"I am sorry to ask the Lord, and I will never let the righteous father be alone. I am willing to share my worries."

Therefore, Nangong Liu is too clear that Ye is a man of this moment.

After ten years, I learned to be a man, and I didn’t leak water. When I was born, I took my secret medicine every day. I was born with a painful drug, and I became a male body.

In his eyes, she is a dog raised by the Confucianism, and she will never betray her in order to raise her health.

Ten years ago, she cut her throat and sprinkled blood forever.

Today, she will not disappoint him.

He bet on the past will help him.

As long as Ye forgets to say "I am not a woman", what can happen if everyone does not believe?

The black man obviously thinks the same way. He walked in the first two steps, standing in front of the leaves, and raised his hand to block her way. He said: "Nan Gongliu, Ye girl has exhausted the effort for your Confucianism. Now that you can't argue, can you use her for the rest of my life?"

Nangong Liu Zheng wanted to open up and argue again. Suddenly, in the distant night sky, an orange-red light spot rose into the sky and suddenly exploded. Some people also caught the spiritual horn deer.

However, in front of this Confucian secret, it is no longer important to deer who is dead. No one cares who actually got the second. Everyone’s eyes are still firmly locked in the center of the main hall, where the tables and chairs fall to the ground. Broken in half, the mysterious black master is between Nangong Liu and Ye Forgiveness. The groom tonight is trapped in the enchantment by his father, and the bride is kneeling on the floor, with tears on her face and tears.

It’s just too surprising. From accusing the confession, to the husband and wife, to the daughter’s body, now the Confucianist’s head is dead and not recognized. This is a lively event, I am afraid that after three or five years, people will talk about it in the wine cellar.

Who will manage the three poor deer?

Therefore, no one noticed a dark red mouth slowly cracking over the jungle until the sound of fireworks suddenly rang, and the forest was soaring, and fled to the depths of the night until twenty messages were heard. The fireworks burst at the same time, and the night glows into a sea of ​​Shura.

The people of the poetry hall suddenly felt that they were wrong, and they flocked to the guardrail to see -

"what happened?"

"How do all the fireworks blow up together?"

"Look at you! Above the sky! What is that?"

"...day crack!!!"

"It's a crack!!"

In the time of the temple, there was a dead silence, followed by exclamations and screams: "Ghosts are cracking! How can there be ghosts in the upper world?"

"On the top of the hunting forest!"

"Brother! My brother is still there!"

"sister--!!"

The crowd is like a fish in the pool, and the black scorpion is squeezed into one place. The horror and shock are the baits put into the pool, causing a wave of water. At this time, I also don’t care about the martial art scandal. The secret of the rivers and lakes, Nangong Liu is probably to save the face, and screamed with aloud: "There are no secrets in the world, but a ghost in the sky, only in the Confucianism, Nangong Liu will never make guests feel bad in the fall!"

Speaking of waving his own sword, stepping on the blue-streaked hilt, Yu Jian stands in the night wind hunting.

"The five styles of the Confucianist Guards immediately went to the jungle to investigate, and the other elder disciples, guarding the poetry, and protecting the guests!"

He said that it was like trying to escape the black man's interrogation. He led five guards and hurriedly went to the Xiaoyue campus to go to Yujian. The wedding banquet was not even cleaned up.

"Well, how can this happen suddenly?"

"Yeah, there has never been a ghost in the upper world. What is going on here?"

On the floor of the jade-embellished jade, the hearts of the people who are in the upper bounds are used to the pampers. In the face of the infested ghosts, they are more afraid than the responsibility. It’s okay for them to kill the big demon, but the sky is not the same. If it’s the upper layer of hell, it’s the ordinary ghost. It’s okay, but if it’s a shocked five years ago, it’s cracked. It’s infernal **** –

They had a chill, and they thought that the masters like Chu Xiaoning died in the fight. They couldn’t help but be self-defeating. They squeezed into the vermilion and looked at the scarred cracks in the distant sky.

Chu night Ning got up and said to Xue Zheng: "Respect the Lord, this crack is not the right color. After the split, it is very likely to be several layers after hell. I don't worry about Xue Meng, I will go and see."

It was said that Bai Baihua’s clothes rushed to the ground and went straight to the front of the shackles. In the eyes of everyone’s surprise, they only sneaked on the blue tile roof next to them and quickly went away.

"Yu Heng -!" Xue Zhengyi is about to call him, but the night of Ning has disappeared into the dark night.

He snorted and wanted to jump down, but his shoulders were caught. One turn, the bronze mask on the last grin, the black man patted his shoulder and lowered his voice: "Uncle, you are here to guard the aunt, the master is there to follow me, you can rest assured." ”

Xue Zhengyi was shocked: "burning-"

The black man raised his hand and gently pressed it to his lips and shook his head.

"..." Xue Zhengyi did not think that this black man would actually be burned, and the ink burned did not wait for him to ask more questions, and he held it with one hand, like an eagle, jumping into the darkness, he The cloak swelled and rolled like ink. After a while, it disappeared behind the same vault.

"Master!"

The ink burned lightly ran halfway along the eaves, and was too slow. He summoned a sword that he had set a contract with himself. Yu Jian quickly caught up with Chu Yuning.

He raised his hand and opened his own mask. The bronze was pushed to his forehead and revealed a handsome face: "Let me."

Chu Xinning's nephew suddenly became big: "How is it?"

"Up, I took the teacher to honor the sword in the past, and then talked with the teacher on the road."

Chu nightning took the hand that he had stretched out, lifted it up and lifted it, and settled it firmly on the blade. Then he wanted to loosen the ink, but the thick and rough hand was tightened more and more. The ink burned and stood behind him. As soon as he spoke, the unique burning sensation of the young man lingered in the back of his ear, and the hot and cold night wind seemed to become hotter.

Ink ignited: "This sword is too strong, flying fast, and the master is hurrying."

The two men took the sword and took the wind. Chu night Ning asked: "Is everything on the hall of Fangcai, are you good?"

"Well. I have been walking in the rivers and lakes these years and I have heard a lot of things related to Song Qiutong." Ink burned the road. "She has no courage to do anything to kill the massacre of the massacre, but it is a full-scale descendant of the stone. She was really married to Nangong Temple, and later became the Lady of the Confucianism, I am afraid that this martial art will be much worse than it is now."

Chu night Ning said: "The Confucianist door will not be worse than it is now."

After he finished the sentence, he frowned and looked at the black cloak with his eyes burned. His heart was a doubt: "...when you say, how can you know that Ye is a girl?"