Qiu Bodeng had no choice but to silently mouth the three two hundred and fifty below, threatening word by word:

"You, you, wait, die, let's go."

In an instant, the three of them restrained their expressions and sat up.

Zuo Yuesheng has been afraid of Qiu Bodeng for many years. Lu Jing turned his face when he saw Qiu Bodeng during the day, leaving a heavy psychological shadow. Ye Cang subconsciously became serious when he saw them pretending to be dog-like.

It's just a shake of the shoulders, obviously holding back a laugh.

Qiu Bodeng regretted throwing the sword and scabbard together, otherwise he could smash it again by himself.

However, after they squatted properly, Qiu Bodeng found out that they had just been making a fuss.

Without the three idiots muttering, Master Zhu's movements suddenly became clear. The temperature of his fingers is very low, and the cold touch of his fingertips is particularly clear when he scratches his scalp. Although don't know why, it won't make Qiu Bodeng feel disgusted, but feel a little uncomfortable and subconsciously want to turn his head to avoid it.

He was stopped as soon as he turned his head.

Master Zhu's sleeve brushed over his cheek, and Qiu Bodeng could smell a faint scent of medicine.

Reminds him of those unknown soups he drank when he was a child.

When Qiu Bodeng was ten years old, he had a high fever for a period of time inexplicably. Famous doctors from all over the world had been invited, but he was still burning in the dark and dizzy. At that time, Qiu Bo Deng thought that it was God who was not blind, and was going to clean up his scourge for the world.

Just when he was about to take care of the funeral for himself, the old man in the family did not know where to find a strange list of traditional Chinese medicines, and watched him drink medicine on time 24 hours a day.

It is probably the scourge that has been left for thousands of years, and a month later, he can go out swaggeringly to cause trouble again.

Fever can probably be said to be one of the most hated things in Master Qiu's life.

When it burned the most, the whole thing was groggy, and the consciousness rose and fell in the dark, like a lonely ghost who didn't know where to go. I can feel the people around me coming and going, but I can't open my eyes at all. The only memory is the smell of unknown plants and trees after they are boiled in water.

In a daze, Master Zhu took the narrow and slender scarlet from Qiu Bodeng's hand.

His hands are well-knotted, slender and powerful, and his hair is tied with a thin lamp for hatred. If you look carefully at his movements, you can notice a trace of strangeness. Even if Qiu Bodeng used a comb to look at the mirror by himself, he would not be able to toss it for 10,000 years.

Fei Ling, acting as a hair rope, shuttled between Master Zhu's pale fingers and wrapped around Qiu Bo Deng's hair.

After tying his long jet-black hair into a bun, he didn't end there, but took out a hairpin cut from an unknown wood from his sleeve and inserted it into the hair of a hatred thin lamp.

"It won't go away."

Master Zhu retracted his hand, took down the lantern that was inserted between the branches of the tree on one side, and lowered his eyes to see Qiu Bo's lantern.

"What are you doing here?"

There was an imperceptible pause after the word "you", but it was quickly covered up by him.

Just as Qiu Bodeng was about to answer, out of the corner of his eyes he caught a glimpse of the movement below.

The three people who were sitting upright stood up, each holding a white cloth, jumping on his feet, and shaking him desperately. Seeing that he finally noticed it, he hurriedly flattened the cloth, stretched his arms desperately and put them in Qiu Bodeng's eyes, with snake teeth dipped in snake blood, and each wrote a big character of dragon flying and phoenix dance.

Linked up is:

live! Life! what!

Seeing Qiu Bodeng glanced at them, they turned the cloth over again, and there were words written on the back:

Say! it is good! talk!

Avengers: ...

Don't think, it must be Zuo Yue's idea of ​​this dead fat man.

Aware of the subtle silence of the revenge lamp, wish the teacher finally turned to divide the eyes to the other three people below.

As soon as he turned his head, Zuo Yue was born with a sloppy cloth, and he stood in his sleeves.

I wish the master who also felt that the three people below were not worthy of the eyes, and soon moved their eyes back.

After looking at the desperate beckoning, it was the three idiots that were more than a tongue. I added up and down my life. I do n’t know what the good words were.

In front of the quiet silver -gray eyes, the revenge light moved the dragon bracelet on the wrist down, exposing a light red mark on the net skin.

"Red, you pinch it."

He frankly climbed his nose, and he had to enter the ruler.

"Make a gift."

Chapter 10 Youth Believe in Tianyou

The skin's skin is very white, and it seems that it is the oldest snow that has never been contaminated on the oldest mountains. The most reddish red will become very obvious. Right now, in addition to the traces left by the dragon bracelet, there are several slender finger marks, and the crowded wrist bones are baptized on Suxue like some unspeakable labels.

It makes people look at the idea of ​​deepening it.

The fingers that wished the master hanging around gently curled up.

"Does it hurt?" He looked away, "Sorry."

Qiu Boofan stared at him and found that the person's eyelashes were long. When he dangled, the quietness of the silver gray was a little overwhelmed, and he was very obedient ...

Is it so bullied?

Subtilled, Qiu Boofan found that he had died for eight hundred years of conscience and suddenly resurrected. He cleared his throat and rarely converged: "Just kidding, we don't want to offend the gods."

Having said that, he was about to stand up, and as soon as his hand was going back, he was held.

I wish the teacher lifted the lights in one hand, pulled him in one hand, and got up at the same time, and pulled him up. Before the Bohn Lantern was about to say, he let go of his hand, as if the move was just a help.