"Face show?" Lu Shiro, who was addicted to the recently, caught the word keenly, and asked shamelessly, "What kind of play is this?"

"Just for example ..."

Qiu Boofan thought for a moment, and Yu Guang crossed Lou Jiang standing next to him.

"I unveiled the Liu family's exorcism list. Brother Lou was extremely uncomfortable with my ability, and it was determined that I would not only drive evil but also add chaos to others -of course, Brother Lou has good nourishment. The exaggeration. As a result, Brother Lou was helpless, and his ancestor came to capture, so he was very shameful and felt that his face was slapped. This was called his face. "

Lou Jiang was suddenly raised out for example, and only hated himself to send him a letter and left immediately. Together with these guys, torture.

"I see."

Lu Jingye was filled with the top, faintly, touching an avenue that had never been touched, that was, the eyes of Lou Jiang, one of the people who were witness, could not help but be a little strange.

"What kind of eyes are you?" Lou Jiang jumped on his head, "A guy who has always been fighting chickens and dogs, suddenly said that he would drive the demon to remove the demon, isn't doubt strange?"

"Brother Lou, this is your wrong." Zuo Yue Shengyi was criticizing and criticizing, "Evaluating people with the wind and taking people with appearances is biased! It is superficial and violates the training of my Shanhai Pavilion."

Lou Jiang took a deep breath and thickened his throat, and took the left Yuesheng's voice cavity of ten %: "He wouldn't he want to sleep until dawn, right? Ah ... Shaofezhu, this is your original words. "

Zuo Yue's eyes widened: "Brother Lou, you will actually sell people! You have changed!"

Lou Jiang returned to him a concise and powerful "haha".

"But it's still strange." Zuo Yuesheng looked south.

"What?" Qiu Boofan asked.

"Last time I told you the ruthless man of the Southern Xinjiang Witch, do you remember?"

"Remember."

"Shi Wu Luo has killed many people in the hundreds of people, and he had to fight." Zuo Yuesheng grabbed the scalp, obviously he could not understand the development of the situation with his shallow cognition. "Why did you do it until now?"

"Is that this ..." Qiu thin lanterns are thinking.

"No matter how much! Let the old man have a headache!"

Zuo Yue was born back to God, opened his arms and tiptoe highly, pretending that he rushed into the yard with a big bird.

"Lao Tzu! Finally ending this damn exile !!!"

It was so stupid that people couldn't bear to look straight.

It didn't take long for Zuo Yuesheng to "fly" again.

"Have you ever seen Jinwu with your own eyes?" He asked loudly. "The main pavilion of the Shanhai Pavilion has paint Wushan. In the evening, Jinwu will carry the sun from the lacquer Wu Shan into the desert. Go to see! "

Lu Jing was still pondering that he had to go to Shanhai Pavilion, and Ye Cang would definitely follow him. Then he was going to return to Yaogu, or followed him. When I heard Zuo Yuesheng said to see "Jin Wu Zai Ri", the balance in Lu Jing's heart immediately tilted.

"Really? Can you really see Jinwu? How big is it? How can it carry the sun? Directly or tie it with an iron lock?"

Listening to the landing of Jinglianzhu, he asked Zuo Yuesheng, and looked at the sky.

Today, the weather is good. It is probably not far from the city of Jinwu.

Qiu Boofan thought that the sun was really carried by the three -legged bird. There was really a jade rabbit in the moon. They rose to fall. The route calculated by people felt that there was an indescribable and absurd. The belief that exists only in mythology, in this world to grow its unique way, it is realistic.

Strange and familiar.

He tucked the folded letter into his sleeve.

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"Have you seen... have you seen the Golden Crow? It is the Golden Crow flying in the sky, pulling the sun! The wings are three... three thousand feet long!"

Lu Jing was surrounded by a group of well-dressed girls and boasted drunkenly. The girls held the wine cups and asked with smiles how long it was three thousand feet long.

"He was about to say that he flew in the sky on a golden crow bird." Zuo Yuesheng turned his head amid the Sizhu orchestra and the lively voices, and shouted to Qiu Bodeng, "I think he will drink it again, not to mention the sleeves and the sleeves. The hairpin is on, I can't even keep the belt of my pants! Young Master Qiu! We have to drag this kid out!"

"I want to drag you to drag!" Qiu Bodeng glanced at the situation over there and refused coldly, "Who asked you to invite him to paint Wu together!"

The reason why things have developed to this point has to be traced back to the letter from the master of Shanhai Pavilion.

The place where the main pavilion of Shanhai Pavilion is located is 108,000 miles away from Zucheng. To go back to Shanhai Pavilion, you still have to go to Licheng first, and then move away from Licheng. Before the Miasma Moon over the city, the pavilion master of Shanhai Pavilion sent to greet the distinguished guests and the elders who took their son along took two days to arrive. Hearing that the immortals who rescued Zucheng were leaving, the people of Zucheng insisted on holding a grand ceremony to send them off.

It was Xincheng Zhu, Liu Aren, who came to invite several immortals to the feast.

A Ren was sixteen years old, and she seemed to have grown up overnight, her brows and eyes were clear and firm, and she was wearing a Tibetan blue robe as slender and tough as a willow branch. Wen Wen smiled quietly at Lu Jing, and Lu Jing, who had passed by the midst of the wind and moon, suddenly became dizzy, and patted his chest to ensure that several of their "immortal elders" would definitely come to participate.

Afterwards, Lu Jing cried bitterly and hugged the feet of the table and "howled" all afternoon. Qiu Bodeng was disturbed by him and had no choice but to agree.

Who knows, people in Jucheng have a custom:

If you admire and love someone, you must give him a toast.