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"Your yours, okay?"
Qiu Bodeng got out of his arms, wrapped in a black cloak and stood up.
He stepped out of the lotus boat, sat on a lotus leaf close to the lake, leaned over, grabbed the clear lake water and washed his face. A pale green water hyacinth grows beside the lotus boat, Qiu Bodeng pulled a new leaf, and the little fish hiding under the water hyacinth was alerted and swam away. He tried to stop him, but he didn't, so he just let them go.
The sound of shredding clothes came from behind, and someone sat down behind him.
Qiu Bodeng did not look back.
A pair of slender and powerful hands gathered up his long messy hair for him. Qiu Bodeng stopped teasing the fish in the lake, sitting on the edge of the lotus leaf, kicking the lake water with his bare feet. After the ankle was soaked in water, a faint cold red appeared. Shi Wu Luo sat behind him and brushed his hair slowly.
Comb to the end.
Chapter 86
Qiu Bodeng stopped kicking the water, and the lake gradually calmed down. He looked down at the reflection on the lake, and could vaguely see Shi Wuluo's smooth movements.
He reached into the ripples and fiddled with the reflection.
In fact, there are many people who have been courting Young Master Chou like a crucian carp across the river.
After all, "golden and jade are lost outside of them", no matter how defeated, the golden and jade skins are still beautiful enough to deceive people. However, half of the suitors will be dwarfed in front of Young Master Chou's unchanging face, and the remaining half will not be able to survive for three days, and they will flee in embarrassment under his harshness and pretentiousness.
Someone once said bitterly, Young Master Qiu is really worthy of being a flower in the capital, and those who covet his beauty must first break through the ninety-nine-eighty-one levels.
Breakthrough games are just scams.
Ninety-nine, eighty-one levels, or endless levels, it's all the same. Whether it can pass or not depends only on who the people hiding in the mazes are willing to let in.
The ripples spread far and wide, and the light green water hyacinth in the lake, the light red willow-leaf cloves and the deep daisy water minnows are full of vitality. The fish that were frightened away were not very afraid of people, and they soon gathered again, coming and going in twos and threes. A daring crimson fish circled around Qiu Bodeng's fingertips, occasionally pecking his knuckles twice.
Shi Wu Luo combed Qiu Bo Deng's hair, tied it with a crimson tie, and inserted a cigarette jade hairpin into the bun to fasten it. After that, he put away his comb, sat down beside Qiu Bodeng, and pulled back his hand that was playing with the lake.
Qiu Bodeng looked at him sideways.
Shi Wu Luo took off the fine leaf algae wrapped around the Kuilong bracelet on his wrist.
"Are you going?"
Qiu Bo Deng overlooks the whole lotus lake.
The sun is already high, the wind blows over the lotus pond, and the lotus leaves in most of the lake are covered with layers of blue waves, pink, white, and light yellow lotus flowers are dancing like a dance, and the air is filled with a light fragrance. It's a very sunny day. If you are not fleeing, you should ignite a dark red charcoal fire in the shade, carefully boil a bowl of milky fish soup, and then dip a jar or two of wine into the cold pool.
The sound of water crashed.
Shi Wuluo tied the two jars of wine with thin ropes, tied them to the diagonal lotus stems, and dipped them into the cold lake water.
"We are running away," Qiu Bodeng said with a smile, "Is there a sense of crisis?"
"fine."
Shi Wuluo lowered his head to put bait on the hook, his slender fingers clearly knuckles.
Qiu Bodeng wore a black cloak, hugged his knees, and sat on the lotus leaf to look at him.
The sun illuminated the lotus leaves and the edges of the lotus flowers above their heads almost transparent, and a silvery sky light fell on Shi Wuluo's cheekbones, and the shadow of the leaves and flowers made his face that was too clear and handsome, and the lines were extraordinarily soft.
The hook is thrown.
The water pattern of a circle expanded outward.
Fishing and fishing, the wish is hooked.
Suddenly, the light lamp was happy, leaned forward, and went to the sky on the cheek on the cheek of the teacher Wuluo. Shi Wu Luo turned his head, and the light lamp just wrapped around his shoulders with a smile, leaning his chin on his shoulder. Shi Wuluo held his left hand hanging down, and the two had the same dark golden dragon bracelet buckling on his wrist.
"Want to fish some rhombus."
"it is good."
"To bake some green shrimp."
"it is good."
"Still cooking ..."
"Okay." One is enough to make, the other is indulgent.
The wicked was born with a pair.
What to escape, what chase, what kind of life, in the depths of such a beautiful lame flower, you should rely on it. In such a bright and good weather, you should catch the soup soup of Er or Three Lake Fish, fold the four or five dead lotus to ignite the fire, peel the six seven rhombus to make fresh fruits, and take care of the cold wine.
A row of egrets across the lake.
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Two flying boats fell outside the city.
Wearing a crane, the disciples dressed by the Taoist came down from Feizhou and arrived at the spin city of Yongzhou border. The rotary city is not large. The water of the constitution wings surrounds the city. The water is dark in the water, and the spin turtle tail of the bird's head. Seeing that there were people in the city, the spin turtle in the moat climbed down from the stone and dived into the shadow.
"It's timid."
A ghost valley disciple stood on the arch bridge of entering the city and looked down, unable to help.
The younger brother with a calm personality beside him dragged him and pushed him to the city quickly: "Don't be a pair of soil bags, but this time the elders who took us out of the valley. Do you want to be scolded by the elders for a while?"
At first, the disciples who sighed made a ghost face, and when wanted to say something, heard a cough. He quickly converged and walked forward without squinting.
Tu Tu.
The snake head crutch knocked on the stone surface and made a heavy sound.
An old man who was so old that he should lie in the coffin and not appear under the sun slowly came down from Feizhou. The elder who made the young disciples of Guigu was very dry: the cheeks were deep, the eye sockets were deep, the folds were pulled, the skin was full of black spots, and the back was bent like an old man.
Although the image is quite poor, the old man's reputation in the twelve continents is particularly loud.