Chapter 313: Dadi, where is the Qingqiu (1)

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The gentle and pleasant Miss Asada Sakurako, who turned his face, turned his face, and Sun’s translation was first embarrassed.
She doesn't really need to translate at all. This translation is just for people who are hiding people's eyes and ears, close to Taocun. Now that I have finished using it, Asada Sakura first remembered the ugly state of being scared of his pants that night. When I look at myself, I look away from the gaze.
In other words, Asada Sakurako is more concerned about her being suppressed by Lin Luoran.
At the beginning, everyone was also in a secret environment. At that time, Lin Luoran was already a small man, and it was the highest among the young Chinese monks. Although it was embarrassing, it was not mad... because at that time, Lin Luo Ran, people look up, but not afraid.
However, in just a few years, she has already got rid of the title of the first person of the Chinese junior - not because she has fallen, but has entered the higher class with her own strength!
The status of Japanese women has always been very low. Asada is born in the sacred family of the big family. Her mother is a geisha named Tokyo. She is born with the flesh and blood. She dares to conceal the blood of Asada, and is known by her family. Huaxia Shandong... If she was not able to be examined when she was a few years old, she could not be taken back to Japan after she was exiled. Even so, she is not bullied at home...
Asada Sakura wakes up from the memories, blames herself, never gets sympathy from others, only becomes stronger. For example, Lin Luoran, like Huaxia, also rises from the cold door, and now also becomes a significant woman in the Chinese practice circle. repair.
For example, if she can get the Qingqiu treasure, return to Japan, return to Asada, who would dare to look at her again? !
Asada’s Sakurako smiled from Hong Er’s grandfather, and the whole person was full of fascination. It was a three-point style of her mother’s geisha.
The chicken of Hong Er’s grandfather was unstable again and fell to the ground. He is seventy and eighty, of course, it is impossible to be confused by the beauty, but the smile of Asada Sakura, in this big summer, it is really scary.
"Mr. Hong Lao, let's sit down. You slowly tell Sakurako about the story of this jar?"
Asada’s Sakurako smiled and helped the uncle who was obviously unstable.
The hot sun is not able to warm down the heart of Hong Er’s gradual sinking.
These Japanese people will not be able to think about the people in Taocun... Hong Er’s grandfather can’t think about it.
Asada Sakurako holding the painted pottery in his hand and forcing Hong Er’s grandfather to walk back to the back hall, the vivid fox back, in the moment of alternating light and dark, there was a flash of blue light.
This is a very unique kind of pigment. The painted fox looks like nothing unusual. In fact, it will appear cyan under special light.
Asada’s Sakurako was discovered at this time. Looking at the back of the green fox, she became more and more sure of this Taocun, who was moved from Qingqiu in ancient times.
If you want to find the country of Qingqiu lost in time, in this world, I am afraid that only these Qingqing old people who don’t know how many generations know the entrance.
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Hongbin had nothing to do, and he began to listen to the work in the corner.
After a few days, he had already felt that the Japanese Miss Sakurako and the gentle temperature, often take sugar to the village's friends to eat, should not be as bad as the three people on the hillside said?
He was so angry that he took Lin Luoran a hundred dollars and was ready to wash his hands. Today, he was "working" on the last day. Hong Bin thought silently, and opened a rubble on the mud wall and saw it. The second grandfather's house next door.
When I heard the Shandong dialect, the eleven-year-old Hong Bin was a little clever, but he didn’t quite understand what the words of these literary words mean. He was surprised that Miss Sakura said what Huaxia said?
Putting his eyes in the hole, Hong Bin held his breath and looked at the yard of Hong Er’s grandfather’s house.
The three Japanese men stood in the door with a serious look, as if they were guarding who came in. It’s a pity that Hong Er’s uncle’s clean chicken fell on the ground. Hong Bin swallowed and swallowed, but saw Miss Sakura’s hand took a picture of Sun’s translation, and he fell.
Hong Bin originally thought that the translation of this surname Sun was really an embroidered pillow. After a while, Miss Sakurako helped the second grandfather to go back to the house. The Sun translation had not yet climbed up. Hong Bin had already felt wrong. He Moved his eyes and saw the translation of Sun, who fell to the ground, leaving a thick black liquid on his mouth...
These Japanese people really are bad people, what should I do?
Hong Bin was sweating, and it took a while to remember to go to the hillside to report the letter. Lin Luoran used a piece of bamboo stick to nail the "bamboo leaf green" on the tree and flashed in his mind. Perhaps the three people on the hillside, the sister of Lin, can save the second grandfather.
Hong Bin stumbled and ran to the village and found one of the Japanese men standing under the banyan tree.
Finished, there is an ambush!
"Children, where are you going, go?" The blunt Chinese words were spoken from his mouth. Hong Bin was full of sweat, "Go to mow...!"
Japanese men look serious: "Go back, otherwise, die."
What kind of grass is empty to cut? Did this Chinese child discover that something is wrong and want to escape? Although Yamamoto is not worried about the ability of a child, but when he thinks that this is the land of China, he has some guilty conscience.
Hong Bin had no choice but to go back.
Yamamoto stunned his eyes. It seems that Miss Sakurako is sure to succeed.
He didn't notice that the eagle-sized golden eagle flew up into the sky and flew to the hillside a few miles away.
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"They want to lick the green hills..." Lin Luoran looked at the small fox in a complicated look. He held the jar and didn't know what he was thinking.
Although Xiaojin is only as old as a child, he has been in the secular world for a long time. Even if it is not sensitive to Lin Luoran, it can understand the meaning of some simple words. For example, "Qingqiu", it and Xiaoqinghu have been caught by the human being. He is also in the Qingqing fox face all day long, "green hill" and so on, it also remembers the word, because every mention Get up, this little fox, who is not forgiving everywhere, must be stupid and full of bites and tears.
As for the beasts, Xiaojin and Xiaoqinghu have no obstacles.
- Hey, how are you crying?
Xiaoqinghu held the jar and ignored it.
Xiao Jin is reluctant: They always say Qingqiu, where is that?
Xiaoqinghu is still unreasonable. Xiaojin couldn't help but take the squat and gently licked its claws. This was a kindly amiable closeness of the arrogant Xiaojin. The little green fox's claws were loose, and the jar held in his hand naturally fell.
Hey - the crush of the fall.
Xiaoqing Fox glared at each other. Xiaojin knew that he seemed to be in trouble. He didn't know what to say. He changed the cold arrogance of the past, and the little crown was awkward.
Qingqiu, these people always do not give up looking for Qingqiu!
It wiped his eyes indiscriminately and ran down the hill.
Lin Luodong and Huang Weijian had to keep up and were stopped by Lin Luoran.
"It's fine, let it vent it, the little fox is very fast, and the Japanese can't catch it anyway." Is the Qingtianqiu a person from Asada, or is she just an island country to take the lead? Lin Luoran hesitated. If he appeared at this time, he would not be amazed and could not completely destroy the island’s actions.
Then again, that night, the Japanese people did not seem to see the little green fox hiding behind the tree?
If it appears at this time, you may still receive some unexpected effects - Lin Luoran feels Xiaojin's head, you are not intentional, don't blame yourself.