Chapter 8: Coming

The people standing outside the house stood with their hands on their chests and looking at the moon, looking like the age of sixteen or seven.
Slowly put down the parcel in his hand, Haoyue facing the man, can walk to her side so silently, and she did not know, although this body has not yet exercised to her extent, but in front of This man should not be underestimated.
"What is your business?" He looked at him.
The corner of the mouth slowly outlines a fascinating smile. The casual man leans against the door and said: "It is not my business, but I am happy, you may shut me down."
This shows that it is to find fault.
Haoyue frowned, this person has not appeared in the memory, she does not know, then it is not the Murong family, since it is not, she cares for him.
Turning around and grabbing the baggage, he walked toward the door and made a sigh of relief: "Let it go."
The purple man’s words still leaned on the door, and he didn’t let it open or block it. It was full of interesting smiles.
Seeing him in the moon does not stop himself. He passes by and walks toward the house.
"Someone is here, I listen, forty-three, forty-four, forty-five, a total of forty-five people, huh, huh, who are you talking about? Will there be your father?" Low laughter When it sounded lighter than the wind, I suddenly stayed in the footsteps.
The people of Murong’s family are coming, and the action is really fast.
She can't go.
"I don't mind helping you get things." As Bai Yu's hand stretched over, the purple man's demon charm smiled and reached for the parcel caught in the hand by the moon, while pressing at the waist, a silver handle The soft sword immediately appeared in his hand.
"For you, don't give me a shame." The long sword in the hand was thrown to Haoyue, and the purple man smiled back and sat on the wicker chair in the house, so that he could watch it.
Holding the soft sword in his hand, he frowned and frowned. Don't lose face to him, roll, what does she have to do with him.
I thought so in my heart, but I didn’t say much in my mouth, just holding the soft sword and going forward in the first two steps, standing in the center of the yard, the golden sunshine sprinkled on the body of Haoyue, a thick cloth, but noble and noble. People can't look at it.
The entrance to the small courtyard is full of people.
Gently close your eyes and listen to the moon. The steps of the people are very chaotic, some are heavy, some are light, and obviously the martial arts have a high bottom.