Chapter 79: The meaning of drunkard

In the spring of four years, it is expected that the spring cold will not be retired. It is already the day when the second dragon rises in early February, but it is still suffocating into ice, wanting to get up early, It takes a lot of perseverance.
Seeing that the sky was already in the morning, Xu Xingzhi was still lying on the soft bed of the inn, and he was very bored. He simply lifted the left hand that had been frozen in the quilt and rolled it up. He just woke up and had no eyes. When I opened it, I caught my own puppies and licked the scorpion on the back of the neck and pinched it.
Meng Zhongguang screamed and rolled into the arms of Xu Xing, grabbed his hand on his chest, and kissed him hotly on Xu Xingzhi. It was like a fish, stirring up right and wrong.
The Lancome atmosphere that was provoked in the house last night has not yet spread, and Xu Xingzhi was folded by his waist and folded: "Meng Chongguang, you are not wearing your pants... oh..."
The two had a good time, and they hugged each other. They planned to experience the feeling of sleeping until they were cooked. But when they just squinted, they opened their eyes and looked at each other without any extra words. Turn over and wear clothes.
In Russia, the wooden door of the room was shaken by a sword.
When Guangfujun stepped into the door, he saw that the bedding was messy and there was still room temperature. However, the two people in the room had disappeared. The window door was wide open, and the cold wind blew the bell around the window. The sound is loud.
He was not willing to take the quilt off the ground with a sword, and shouted in the goose screaming: "Xu Xingzhi!!"
However, several Fengling disciples who came with him saw their eyes sighed and sighed with relief.
Yuan Ruzhen took the boss who had heard the news and paid some silver money to compensate for the damaged house door object. He also apologized to him for a long time.
When the boss saw the face of Yuan Ruyi, his heart was already eight points, and then he saw the silver money. He even had half of the complaints, and he went away with joy.
Some disciples asked: "Uncle Shi, still chasing?"
Guangfu Jun cuts his teeth: "Continue to chase! You are still warm, they must not run far!"
The disciples have looked at Yuan Ruyi, revealing the color of help.
Yuan Ruxin took the lead and went forward to calm down: "Master, we have to chase the brothers..."
Guangfu Jun is a glimpse.
Yuan Ruyi immediately changed his mouth: "We have to chase Xu Xingzhi, it must be unexpected, attacking it is not ready, otherwise, we are on him and Meng Shi... Meng Chongguang, indeed, there is no chance of winning."
Guangfu Jun did not intend to obey her: "Chasing!"
Yuan Ruyi and a few disciples had no choice but to look at each other. The disciples could only turn around and go downstairs, distracting the Quartet and chasing each other.
Yuan Ruyi was the last to leave.
She looked around in a circle and found a white puff on the ground. She looked like a man with her belongings. She thought about it and leaned over, but she faintly heard the wind coming from her ear. She was also alert and swift. After smashing the body, he won the hand and used Jinpa to catch the thing that flew towards her.
She fixed her eyes and looked at it, but it was a golden butterfly and jade, simple and generous, quite ancient.
Along with the handwritten book, the handwriting is left to the left, there are still some irregularities, but there is some ridiculous indulgence: "Little sister, hanging out on the street for the brothers some time ago. I saw this thing and wanted to come to suit you, so I bought it. You like it?"
Yuan Ru's eyes were reddish, and several moments rushed to the window and looked out, but only saw a piece of evergreen cypress wood that slammed into the wind, and there was the shadow of that person.
Yuan Ruyu holds the jade, only feels the infinite tenderness in his heart, muttering: "Thank you brother. I don't care what my brother sent me. I like it very much."
Waiting for her to leave, Xu Xingzhi, sitting on the edge of the roof of the inn, gently stepped on the tip of the cypress, and pointed at the bottom of his foot. He smiled and said, "...like it."
Meng Zhongguang sat on his side and his mouth was subtle: "The brothers are very savvy."
"Isn't it awkward?" Xu Xingzhi held his hand and kissed him at the tip of Xiujie's fingertips. He screamed at him softly. "It's all too wide to give me everything for you."
Meng Zhongguang was pleased to be happy, and he was also comfortably and lazy to Xu Xingzhi. Xu Xingzhi took his fingers and carefully waited for the chin of the little things in his arms. The soft and crisp meat was pinched up. Meng Zhongguang was overwhelmed by him, and he was really like a white-haired cat.
Look at the appearance of the two people leisurely sun, where is the person who is being chased.
I don't know if they got a letter from Guangfu when they went back to Yingtianchuan. Shortly after they left Yingtianchuan, he went all the way to the town where they lived.
In the past six months, the two men have escaped all the way, and Guangfu Jun has been chasing all the way in the back. He has not killed the momentum of Xu Xingzhi.
The grape rack was gone, and the dog that had been said to be raised was gone. But Meng Zhongguang and Xu Xingzhi don't care about this.
Compared with being chased, Meng Zhongguang has infinite regrets about the grape rack.
He shouted: "I was expecting the summer grapes to mature with the brothers on the vines..."
After listening to it, Xu Xingzhi screwed his waist and smiled and told him to read less of the mess.
Meng Zhongguang is very shameless, and slaps on him: "I like my brother, I have to please a lot, so the brothers will not be tired of heavy light."
"...you can't afford to be a good person."
"Where is the regular brother?" Meng Zhongguang lay comfortably on Xu Xing's lap, licking his thin waist and kissing him, softly, "How can ordinary people like this to focus on light?"
Xu Xingzhi was so funny and helpless. He simply put it in his ear and made his earlobe with his lips. The tone was hoarse: "Who told you to be my little ancestor?"
Meng Zhongguang listened to this statement and used it very much. He groped and clasped Xu Xingzhi’s left hand.
Soon, Xu Xingzhi felt that there were more hard-boned gadgets on his left hand.
He looked down and saw that he was wearing a storage ring in the hands of Master.
The decorative blue jade was replaced by Dushan jade, but the scratch marks on the copper ring, how each way came, Xu Xingzhi is clear.
The spirit of Xu Xingzhi was awkward, and the palm of his hand was stroking the body. The lips were raised with a smile, but the body was cold.
He asked: "How did you get it?"
Meng Zhongguang did not know how the ring was in the quiet room. Observing the look of Xu Xingzhi, he vaguely felt that he was not quite right. He had to be careful: "When I retrieved the 'quick pen', I joined the ring together. I got it back. At first I was afraid that my brother would look at the ring, think of my own hand, and feel sad when I was sad. I found a suitable Dushan jade a few days ago and thought about re-doing a style and giving it to my brother. If the brother wants to take something, it is also convenient..."
Having said that, look at the look of Xu Xingzhi, and Meng Zhongguang’s heart has sunk.
This ring... seems to be not supposed to be sent.
The huge wound left in Xu Xingzhi’s heart because of the death of Qing Jingjun is still there. In the past year, there have been no signs of healing.
Meng Zhongguang still underestimated Xu Xingzhi's feelings for Qing Jingjun.
When he was slightly helpless, Xu Xingzhi quickly showed his face. He retired the ring and grabbed Meng Zhongguang’s hand: "Come."
Meng Zhongguang had been very sorrowful. He asked the brothers to be disheartened. Instead, he caused the brothers to feel sad. When he saw his brother, he was willing to pay attention to him. He naturally had the grace of the heavens to spread his hands.
Xu Xingzhi put the ring on him.
Meng Zhongguang is both happy and awkward: "Brother, don't you like it?"
Xu Xingzhi smiled: "I like it very much. It's just that I am inconvenient with one hand. It is better to take things for you."
After all, he tasted the lips of Meng Zhongguang warmly: "Moreover, people are yours, and what are you using?"
Meng Zhongguang knows that the brothers are so sympathetic, they are nothing more than sad in their hearts, and they are not willing to provoke others to increase their wounds with him.
He also knows that the brothers have been like this in the past year, not only because they like it, but also to eliminate the pain in their hearts.
Therefore, he has to give his brother more sweetness to make up for him.
Xu Xingzhi was quickly removed from his coat and was thrown to a nearby cypress branch.
This cypress tree is a hundred years old tree. It is very strong and flexible. Xu Xingzhi’s body is thrown on the head and only shocked two earthquakes.
Xu Xingzhi thought that it would be on the roof. Who wants to be thrown here, his muscles are tense when he is on the body, and his mouth is white and his mouth is open: "Meng Zhongguang! There are ants, I am fucking!"
Meng Zhongguang was light on the branches, and when the toes fell on the branches, he could not even shake the branches.
He hugged Xu Xingzhi, driving spiritual power and softly comforting him: "Nothing, brother, I am here."
Xu Xingzhi knows that Meng Zhongguang is physically and specific. There are few people in the world who are not afraid of his breath. The snake worms and ants are even more afraid of it. As long as he is by his side, he will not have to worry about these little things.
He was stunned twice, although he was a little embarrassed, but fortunately not so nervous.
Xu Xingzhi grabbed his clothes and warned him: "Meng Zhongguang, this bright day, the uncle, they have not gone far, you can whisper."
After a year of reconciliation, the two have already had a good match, and they have to burn each other.
The pine and cypress leaves and sings are singular, such as the chorus and the humming, because the spring cold and the branches of the branches are dewdrops, and the inn window sills are not wet.
The morning ushered in the cool valley, and the mornings that Xu Xingzhi and Meng Chongguang are experiencing are generally the same, but Wen Xuechen got up early and concentrated on the chores in the school.
Soon, a near-serving disciple walked in, slammed the door, bowed down, and asked for security. All the rules and regulations passed by, and then he slammed: "Wen brother, the magic road sent people."
"Magic Road?" Wen Xuechen frowned. "What are you doing here?"
"Return to the warm brother. Say it is to give gifts." The disciple replied, "for the birth of Wen brother."
When Wen Xuechen’s eyebrows were lifted, the disciple’s heart was a glimpse, and he bowed his head and could not speak.
Wen Xuechen did not feel angry for the rush of the people of the Magic Road, but did not expect that they would come so early.
His birth is indeed coming soon.
In the year after Xu Xingzhi’s accident, at the festival, the Jiuzhi lamp will still be sent as a gift, as thoughtful as it is. When Qu Chi and Zhou Beinan were born, he sent something that was not particularly expensive, but it was enough to reflect his mind. It was neither pleasing to the eye nor asking them to find a reason to refuse acceptance.
In short, he did a very good job.
Wen Xuechen once passed through Zhou Beinan. They have to check the gifts so that they don't hide anything, but the results of each inspection are all abnormal.
Zhou Beinan also laughed at him and thought more about it. He said that he would not only be whiteheaded but also hair loss.
... is really nonsense.
Thinking about this, Wen Xuechen wrote: "Where is the giver?"
The disciple answered: "Southwest Flower Hall."
Wen Xuechen's eyebrows wrinkled again.
If the person is privately gifted, he will be a disciple to cope with it. However, the magical disciple who has given gifts has passed the Mingtang. If he does not go, there is a rudeness, and the injury is the decent of the entire cool valley.
After a short while, he screamed: "You told him to wait a little, I will meet after changing clothes."
After the cool valley disciple respectfully retired, Wen Xuechen waved the wheelchair through the desk. He was about to return to the room, and he heard a burst of bells and bells, which sounded from outside the study.
Soon, the owner of the ring tone appeared: "Dust brother."
Seeing the Zhou Xian, Wen Xue's eyebrows piled up the snow, and carefully shook out two steps forward, reaching out to hold her round and radiant as a bead: "All in July, how can you still have a casual activity?"
Zhou Xian is quite funny: "I walk around and move around, and it is good for production. Isn't this what the dust brother told me?"
Wen Xuechen is right: "When I go to the afternoon, I will take you around."
"But I have a waitress..."
Wen Xuechen said indifferently: "I am doing things better than them."
Zhou Xixian's abdomen in the abdomen was big, and he couldn't bend his body. He squatted down slightly, and his cheeks were red and kissed with a warm snow dust: "Yes. I listen to the dust brother."
Wen Xuechen has always been arrogant, and this kiss, even if no one saw it, made him slightly reddened: "Noisy."
Zhou Xian eyes stared at him brightly: "...dust brother."
Wen Xuechen was helpless, reached over her arm and lifted her up: "Be careful."
After all, he raised his other hand and pressed it on the soft, pale lips. He touched her face like an unintentionally: "Okay, go back to the room. When I see you, come." Go back to the house to find you."
Being delayed, Wen Xuechen went slower. When he arrived, the disciples who had given gifts had already drunk half a pot of tea.
This disciple who came back to give gifts is somewhat unusual. Just looking at the temperament will be different from others.
He self-reported his doorstep: "Wu Xiang, the son of the owner of the castle under the black water."
Blackwater Fort?
Wen Xuechen remembers that about a year ago, one of the branches of the Magic Road, Blackwater Fort, was in trouble, and within a month, it was suppressed by Jiuzhi Deng.
Just look at the owner of this fortune and become a person who runs errands. You can know that the nine lights are not cruel, but they are not easily loose.
Since the other party is polite, Wen Xuechen can't lose his sense of proportion.
After a simple return, he asked: "I still have half a month from my birth, why come in advance?"
Wu Xiangru said with the endorsement: "Devils have specially explained before they came. You don't like the people of this way. If you give gifts on the day of your birth, you will not be dissatisfied if you receive them. It is better to send them in advance, and you can call them all. Your heart is looser."
This is a frank but not hurting person. Ding is Ding, and he is awkward, but it is indeed the style of the nine lights.
Wen Xuechen no longer asked, and received the ceremony, politely asked him to leave.
Waiting for the cool valley, then Wu Xiang screamed: "Hey, this surname is so timid, so scorn me!"
Two accompanying disciples who came with him and waited for him for a long time outside the valley greeted him.
One of them saw him with a bad expression, and Wen Sheng comforted him: "Wu Gongzi, don't want to be angry. Since this gift is sent out, this thing is all right, and I think there is still much benefit."
After all, he handed over the sporadic debris such as the wine sac that Wu Xiang had before he entered the valley.
Wu Xiang accepted it politely.
Just for the sake of etiquette, he made a small low in front of Wen Xuechen, and filled up his grandson. Now he is out, so he has to take a good pass and vent his power.
He unscrewed the wine sac, poured a large mouth, wiped the lips and wine, and said to himself: "What is the nine lights?! Growing up in the Fengling Mountain, the mind is toward this so-called famous decent! During the New Year's Eve, this gift is sent to the four gates, and his grandson is like his grandfather! He can remember that he is a magician? Ah?"
He licked his mouth and poured a bite of wine: "...the father is also a timid thing! The nine lights killed two striker generals, and they rushed to fall! I don't believe that these nine lights are daring. Strong enough to kill the Blackwater Fortress Lord!!"
He squatted and slammed his sword, and his mouth was still chattering, but after a short while, he coughed.
Wu Xiang did not put this cough in his heart. However, more and more foamy white foam came out of his throat. He only felt severe pain in his chest, coughing his cough, reaching out his mouth and wiping his hand. Dead fish with blood, which is also mixed with debris from the lungs.
He swayed and swayed, and he sown from the sword and fell into the deep valley.
Another accompanying disciple is part of the Blackwater Fort. Seeing this scene, he was shocked and stunned. He screamed "Sonzi" and went straight. He still cares about the sorrowful magical road with him. General altar disciple.
The disciples of the altar looked at the two disappeared in the mountains, laughing and not talking.
In a flash, his face changed completely.
Jiuzhi lamp coveted his hand and stood at Yuntou, whispering his question: "...I will not kill your father."
"I need to keep his life and let the cool valley make an explanation for the death of his only child."
The author has something to say: - Please use an animal to describe the person you are closest to.
North South: Rabbit, long ears, so good.
Xiaolu: ... Tibetan fox.
North South: What is Tibetan fox?
Xiao Lu: A very ferocious animal, much like you.
North South: Oh, that's good.

Qu Chi seriously: um... little lamb.
Xiaotao blush; ... big sheep.

Nine sisters: The brother is a brother, not an animal.

Light sister: The brothers are very similar. When I was pet, I was like a very gentle dog. When I was charged, it was like a wolf; when I was glued to me, it was like...
Brother: Oh, Teddy.
Light sister: ...