Vol 6 Chapter 96: Unforgettable past

(Dingtian novels.dtxsj.) Fu Qingying, if not you, how can I drink and drink...
Who is Fu Qingying? What have I drank?
Ping pong!
"Go to your mother!" Li Qingshan tea was drunk, the teapot was smashed on the ground, and the willow branches were thrown aside and strode to the building. (Look at the novel to the leaves, Yu ~ You M) (search for the nest.)
"Fu Qing, you give Laozi out!"
Although I forgot who you are!
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This alliance will require all Zhuji monks to participate, but not necessarily.
A hundred schools of thought, the painter Jingshe.
The disciples who had retired all the costumes supported the body, and got up from the bed, went to the window, staring at the faint spring light outside the window, and the waves shimmered in the willows.
His eyes are also flashing, I really don't want to die!
The practice of the First Life, the origin of the request, is still in the word "longevity", because there is hope in life, there is everything in front of it.
He forced himself to look back, and he took it out of his arms and slowly unfolded.
The person in the painting is glaring at him with his black eyes, the blue-colored skirt, the rouge-colored lips, and the strokes, all of which he painted in the past, but now it seems, but not like.
"A Yan, I am hungry."
Just after the completion of Yanshi Dao, there was a fragrant wind blowing the face, not the powdery fragrance, but the ink fragrance.
"Old stuffed me in my arms and the paint dried up."
The woman walked out of the painting and took the axis of the painting from the hands of the teacher. The end was hanging on the wall.
As if I didn't notice the faintness of the face behind the teacher's face, I touched my skin in the mirror. (When I read the novel, I went to the leaves, I want to eat M). I didn’t ask what he wanted to eat. When I went to the kitchen, I heard the smoke and smoke in a while, and then smelled the dishes.
Yan Shidao sat down on the table and took out a vine yellow jug and placed it on the table. There was not much hesitation. Open the lid and pour the golden liquid from your heart into the jug.
Not much effort. A Yan Duan served on the table, Yan Shidao tasted a bit: "Salty."
"Don't want to eat, don't eat." A Yan did not feel good.
The wine is poured into two wine glasses and gently touched in the hands of the two. Drinking each, they are speechless.
It’s not a silence, it’s been a hundred years, and if you want to say it, you’ve already said it. Even if one wants to say something, when the eye touches it, it feels that there is no need to speak.
"Do you have anything to look at me?" A Yan looked at the teacher with some suspicion. Today, in his eyes, there are some hidden things that make her invisible.
"What can I have to win you?" Yan Shidao smiled and raised his toast.
Not a while. A pot of wine was consumed.
"This wine is so weird, how do I feel like it is drunk." Ayan held his forehead and his mind was a little dull.
"I am also a little drunk." Yan Shidao smiled slightly, and the past was like smoke. They drifted together, drifting together, and the only remaining anger in his body.
A slamming sound, the cup on the table was smashed, and the trembled together. I didn’t move, I just passed away.
With a bang, Ayan stood up and met the chair: "Hey, you... who are you?"
When sorrow still spreads in the future, it becomes a loss. The more you look back, the more you want to catch it, the more you start.
Inexplicably hot on the face, she touched her cheeks, it was already wet, and her tears were flowing.
The spring outside the window is getting more and more fascinating.
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When everyone is attracted by the "moon devil" in the water moon plate, if the heart is approaching this terrible demon, it does not care. The concern is: "You are fine!"
Li Qingshan’s performance in the confrontation with Fu Qinglan was extremely calm, but he felt the tension in his heart, which had nothing to do with the delicate thoughts. Li Qingshan’s acting skills were flawless. [叶子]【悠悠】
Have a heart? If the heart sneered at it, and had a good heart with his heart, but also could not help but anxious for him, then I remembered the existence of "forget water."
Forget water, she did not drink, just found a few mortals, under the temptation of heavy money, no one is interested in their memories, and even did not even think that there is a certain part of themselves, can be worth so much money I sold it without hesitation.
The effect looks pretty good. Her forgotten water certainly has no power in the legendary Mengpo soup. It can wash away all the memories of people, otherwise they will not dare to drink Li Qingshan.
The effect is roughly the opposite of Yishui. Recalling water is something you can remember when you remember something, but the more you forget the water, the more you want to remember something, you will forget something. When she was refining, she referred to the formula of Yishui, and selected many medicinal materials with opposite medicinal properties.
It is precisely because of this that we can guarantee that we can erase the memory of the beauty of Yanshi Dao while ensuring her spirituality.
Although the sacred beast is said to be able to distinguish between right and wrong, it can only point directly to the heart and see the lie. If the heart is forgotten, there is no way to distinguish it.
"Do you think I look like nothing?" Li Qingshan stared at her heart, and there was no stranger in her eyes.
"Do you remember me?" Astonished, he should now think about what he forgot.
"Even if I forget who, I can't forget you!" Li Qingshan shook his head, as if he was trying to fight against the potion of water, and he wanted to see the woman in his eyes, deeply deep in his heart, never forgetting.
Like the heart, suddenly jumped, the cheeks were stained with a faint blush.
"You still owe me a lot of remedies!"
However, Li Qingshan’s next words, let the heart glimpse, look as usual, smiled: "The rest of the medicine, you have not used to buy water?"
"When!?"
"Oh, you forgot."
"You are less jealous of me, how can I forget, give me some water, it is antidote!"
Li Qingshan reached out and said that although there is no way to deceive the magical power, under the suppression of the tortoise, it is not difficult to control his own ideas and restrain the power of forgetting water.
However, this time, the brain is always a little embarrassed, and then to the initiator of the front to ask for antidote.
If you don't have a fake color: "If you have the ability, think about it yourself!"
Li Qingshan gave a slight glimpse: "Are you angry?"
"Ha?" If you return to God, you find yourself in the heart, there is a bit of indignation.
Li Qingshan smiled reluctantly: "It seems that I have to discuss with Qiongzhi."
"What is the discussion?"
"Men's husband, three wives and four wives, in fact, is very common, right." Li Qingshan smiled. In this respect, his original ambition was not small. Think of Chutian that he can hold his left and right. It doesn't seem too much.
This thought together, like a wild grass, grows like a heart, the eyes are a little different.
The two people have always been talking in a way that is transmitted, in order to avoid people being aware of the same, they are all looking ahead and communicating with the rest of the light.
But after listening to this sentence, if the heart turns around, sweet smile, transport aura, sound thunder like a bombardment on Li Qingshan eardrum: "Be your mother's spring and autumn dream!"
"I won!" Li Qingshan silently smiled, lips open, deliberately use "say."
When they get along with each other, they are always jokes constantly, to provoke each other's emotions to win. When this joke is a bit serious, I am afraid that even Li Qingshan himself cannot tell.
I only feel that I am at ease, I have always been relaxed, and I have just taken the message of forgetting the water and paying attention to it. If I haven’t studied it, I know some of his secrets: for example, he has seen the elders of the dragons and even the elders of the dragons. It must be said that the ring is in his hands.
But he didn't have any worry in his heart. He had a wonderful trust. He was so sullen and self-satisfied. Li Qingshan smiled and said: "You want to stay with the drug, but there is not much left anyway, but there is a bottle of potion in the area. It is not enough for me to forget you, you are not Meng Po!"
After listening to Li Qingshan’s words, if I don’t know what it’s like, I’m going back to God.
I’m not Meng Po... It seems that this forgetfulness is not too effective for the practitioners. No problem! It’s just a painting."
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"master!"
In the 100 schools, I felt the disappearance of the sorcerer's breath, and the painter's disciples no longer banned the ban, broke into the fine house, and screamed, and they couldn't help but cry, and they burst into tears.
See also "Mother" is standing at the table with a slap in the face, although it is full of tears, but there is not much sadness, it seems very blank. I am very dissatisfied in my heart: "The master is really crazy~EbookFREE.me~ How can a painting be worthy of a lifetime of work."
No one cares about her. A group of people carefully put the martyrdom on the bed, covered it with white cloth, and carried it to the main hall, waiting for the pro-disciple to return to the master.
Her hands were solitary in the air, but I didn't know what to do. It felt like I was back when I was just a hundred years ago.
painting!
She turned her head and looked at the blank paper on the wall. Looking at the corner of the paper, it had faded into a dark red seal. It would look like the words "褚师道", it seems over and over again.
In Zhu Xuanzhong, the teenager frowned. Although he was dissatisfied with his "hands-on", he still printed his own seal.
That was their first meeting.
Time flies like water, and the memories of flying smoke are gathered again. Chapter 474 is still the same. (Welcome to your support is my greatest motivation.)