: 714. Flower idiot

The glory of the altar is flickering and faint, forming heavy fog and severing the ability of people to perceive. Yan Zhaoge is also difficult to see through.
But his heart suddenly moved slightly, feeling at the foot of the altar, this pile of treasures, there are clearly others.
This is somewhat unexpected from Yan Zhaoge's prediction.
After all, looking at the environmental conditions of the secluded Mausoleum outside, the people who have come in have already had a long life.
Could it be that during this time, the man has been staying here and has never left?
When Yan Zhao’s songs were condensed, I saw the treasures of the hills and suddenly shook them.
There are more brilliances emerging below, pushing piles of treasures and materials away. A blue bottle rises from the bottom of Baoshan and flies in the air.
On the surface of the bottle, the road signs flow and gradually dissipate.
Yan Zhaoge observed those patterns, and he said: "The original should be a seal, now the seal is broken, what is in the bottle?"
Could it be that the guards of the treasures are sleeping here, and they want to take the treasure?
Yan Zhao’s mind turned some thoughts that were quite unreasonable, and then saw the seal on the bottle disappeared completely.
The bottle was completely dropped on the ground, and a rainbow of light was sprayed from the mouth of the bottle. A figure appeared in the rainbow.
Yan Zhao sings his eyes and stares at the man, watching it up and down for a long time: "No..."
The heart can't tell whether it is lost or relaxed, but Yan Zhao can be sure that he will not admit the snow.
Whether it is the impression left in the depths of his memory, or the light and shadow images obtained from the old Yan Yan in the past two years, Yan Zhao songs clearly remember the appearance of the snow.
Although this person is also a woman, it is another person.
Moreover, the other party is dressed as a girl.
The girl was dressed in a white dress, a pair of sleepy eyes, as if she still had enough sleep.
Seeing Yan Zhaoge standing in front of him, the white-skirt girl was slightly awake, and a pair of big eyes flickered and flicked, and also looked up and down the Yan Zhao song.
Yan Zhaoge observed the girl for a long while, suddenly protruding a finger and pointing to the other side.
The girl was ignorant and looked at Yan Zhaoge unexpectedly. Some of them did not come back.
However, as a warrior, her own body moves faster than the mind, and the subconscious moves backwards.
This escaping, the practice of martial arts is naturally applied.
Yan Zhaoge’s intention is to slow down, slow down the power, give her enough opportunities to show her, and let her show what she has learned.
Just a trick, Yan Zhaoge has already seen that this girl’s body is very close to her mother’s maid, Yuhe Su, who is born in the big world, and her father’s mother’s snow. The roots of learning are in the same vein.
Upon seeing it, Yan Zhao’s song nodded slightly, taking back his fingers and no longer shot.
The white skirt girl looked at Yan Zhaoge.
"Don't be afraid..." Yan Zhao's face showed a smile on his face, and his tone was gentle, ready to explain and appease each other.
The girl looked at the Yan Zhao song, but then suddenly came up with a sentence: "The young master is handsome..."
"Ha?" The reaction of the other party made Yan Zhaoge somewhat unprepared.
The girl seemed to finally wake up from sleep and regain her vitality.
But at the moment, she looked like an admired look, holding her hands on her chest, rounding a pair of star eyes, and staring at Yan Zhao songs: "The looks are handsome, the figure is tall and straight, the Yushu is windy, the eyes are gods. Both the spirit of arrogance and the stability of the bamboo in the chest are impeccable in every respect!"
Yan Zhaoge couldn’t laugh at the moment:
I must admit, you boast that I am very happy, but you only care about this?

The girl in the white skirt nodded hard: "The nephew knows what the girl looks like, and she has seen the light and shadow images of her grandfather. But if you are young, your nephew has only seen the light and shadow images of your childhood, and I have been looking forward to being a girl and a grandfather. What will be the style of the two young masters in adulthood!"
She rubbed her face with her hands and twisted and twisted: "Girl, young master is really handsome! Little hobby is happy!"
Yan Zhao’s song is stunned and I feel that I can’t keep up with the girl’s thinking.
"That's ...... you just claim to be a little love?" Yan Zhao song is powerless to stop the white dress girl who is still intoxicated and cheering: "I just shot no evil, just to test your martial arts roots, but now look at you It seems that everything is clear."
Yan Zhao said: "My surname is Yan, Yan Zhaoge, my father's name is Yan Di, my mother's name is Xue Chuqing."
"The number of your martial arts roads is the same as that of my mother. The details are almost exactly the same. It is difficult for outsiders to copy. You should have learned martial arts with her, right?"
The little girl in the white dress nodded hard and nodded: "Yes, young master! In addition to serving the girl, the girl passed some martial arts."
Yan Zhaoge asked: "Why do you determine my identity? Is it just a look? People with similar appearance but no blood relationship are not in the minority."
Xiao Ai replied: "In order to heal the scorpion, the girl will leave me in this exotic space. The scorpion will be treated with the method of tortoise. When someone enters the foreign space with a special method, if the scorpion is injured It has been restored, but if it is asleep, the enchantment outside the bottle will automatically awaken the scorpion."
"If the other people force into the foreign space, the scorpion will not be awakened, so when the scorpion wakes up, I know that either the girl came back alone or the grandfather or the young master came."
She smiled and watched Yan Zhaoge: "My grandfather's look has seen the light and shadow image, and the young master is so young."
Xiao Ai carefully took a look at Yan Zhao's song, and squinted his face again, his body swayed, and he did not win: "A wait... No! A! The young master must be on the A!"
Yan Zhaoge didn't have a temper for this time, and interrupted her with a bitter smile. After a slight indulge, she asked: "So, I am a mother, have she left? Do you know that she is going? Where is it, where is it now?"
Little love shook his head: "I don't know."
She said with conviction: "In this world, it is easy for girls to find others, and others can find it difficult."
Yan Zhao song grinned: "This words ... I am more and more sympathetic."
The feelings of little love have become a bit low, and they have smoked their noses: "If it wasn’t for the scorpion injury, the girl’s hind legs would be dragged, and the girl would not be stared up, and the Qingming Emperor’s Mausoleum would be used to solve the chase.

Yan Zhao’s song is condensed:
Who is chasing you?

Little love is a little confused: "The blind man does not know, the girl said that the less the blind man knows, the safer it is."
Yan Zhao song nodded, looked at the altar in front of him, and looked around the void: "My mother took you into the Ming Dynasty Mausoleum? Does anyone help you?"
Xiao Ai said: "Only the scorpion and the girl, the rest of the people, according to the girl's statement, have been banned by the mausoleum, and become awkward."
Yan Zhaoge asked with interest: "I remember that my mother was not related to the sacred sacred religion?"
"The scorpion is not very understanding. The girl just mentioned it with her mouth." Xiao Ai said: "It seems to be the girl's ancestor. In the past, I met with the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty."
What she suddenly remembered, grabbed the sleeves of Yan Zhaoge and pointed to the top of the altar and said, "The young master, the girl said at the beginning, there is something unseen!" (To be continued.)
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