Chapter 232: Your master must be a woman in his life.

Mo asked to look at the Xianzong cattle drink should taste the good tea, pick a brow, look at the smooth stone surface in front of him, eyebrows smile, but no longer speak.
Yin Zong still feels thirsty. He asks if he doesn't talk, and Yin Xian tears. He doesn't dare to speak.
At this time, Gu Xinglang was sitting in a small sedan chair in a blue car, and Li Wei was sitting down beside Gu Xinglang. After the big car was behind the car, Xiao Wei walked in the front and started. People stopped at the gates of the palace until they stopped.
A general of the banned army personally opened the curtain.
Li Wei put his head on his chin and leaned against his chest. His nervous hands were tied together.
"He is the guardian of the Hummer," Xiao Wei said next to the general.
The general thought that Li Wei was not right, and the clothes did not fit. The person was obviously in a jealousy. A large internal guard escorted the horse to the palace, would you be afraid to tremble? "Which commander are you under?" The general of the banned army asked Li Wei.
After Li Wei entered the palace, he ruined his face and stayed in the temple. Where can he know the names of the chief guards? The body is shaking even more.

Why don’t you leave?
Gu Xinglang squinted and said,
I’m not feeling well, how long will I have to wait?

Xiaowei reached down and put the curtain down. He said: "General Liu, after returning to the government, he still needs to see a doctor. Do you see this?"
General Liu said: "What are their tokens for the palace?"
"Shang's mouth," Xiaowei said: "Out of the palace token, General Liu can ask the father-in-law on the side of the holy."
General Liu still wants to say something more. Another general who surnamed the money came over and said, "Since you are unwell, you should return home as soon as possible. Don't delay your illness."
"Well," Gu Xinglang said in the car, it is lack of strength.
"Let's go," Xiaowei did not wait for General Liu to speak, and ordered two eunuchs to lift the sedan.
After the big master walked out of the imperial palace with the small sedan, he breathed the air outside the palace wall. Although there was no difference in the air outside the palace, the big master felt that he was alive again.
The two generals of the banned army watched Gu Xinglang and his party go far away. The money general whispered to his colleagues and friends: "The long princess and the family are now being favored. What do you like to punish Gu Xinglang?"
"But the big inside guard in the sedan..."
"Don't say it," General Qian interrupted General Liu's words and said: "Gu Xingnuo is still in the palace, and the Holy One will not ask questions. You ask what is wrong, who is going to invite?"
General Liu did not speak. The young lady of Zhao’s family did not know the finals of Yongsheng Temple. No matter how the matter was finally settled, General Liu did not believe that Zhao’s family could turn over.
"But why didn't the princess return home with Ma Ma?" General Qian said that he would not say anything to himself, and he said to himself.
General Liu did not answer this question. People like the princess, they can only look up, close to the estimated death?
Where is Yu Xiaoxiao now?
Yu Xiaoxiao stood on a roof of the small courtyard last night and stood here. The whole small courtyard was unobstructed in the eyes of Jade. In the courtyard under the house, there are three scorpions' bodies and bones. The three are followers. Yu Xiaoxiao felt that he was late, and the three unhappy men died, indicating that Mo asked that he had already started.
I go.
Yu Xiaoxiao’s feet were on the same roof as the drums. Gu Dage also asked her to be careful not to be tracked by Mo’s people. As a result, the intelligence work of the people had reached the point where they could find the enemy without tracking. What should I do next? Yu Xiaoxiao asked himself, go back and ask Mo to ask someone?
Just when Yu Xiaoxiao thought about returning to the Imperial Palace, she heard a very slight snoring behind her. Yu Xiaoxiao turned around and there was a small courtyard behind the house, but with the little eyesight of Yu, she did not I saw someone coming in this courtyard. Leaving from the roof, Yu Xiaoxiao stood in the middle of the courtyard, listening carefully and listening carefully. This time, even the voice of the pedestrians on the street outside the courtyard, the Princess’s Highness can be heard clearly.
In the dungeon, the dusty and dead body was released after a night and another morning, and it smelled rotten. The two hearts that fell on the ground were incomplete, and they did not know whether they had been eaten by rats or cockroaches.
The two monks stood in the cell and stared at the dusty bodies for a long time.
Outside the cell, there was no wall of joy, and there were five monks standing beside him, and he was seen as strict.
"The swearing people of the dust-killing class, are you going to do the right thing with the host?" The monk standing in front of the no-speaker turned and looked at the no-happiness. This monk is already over 70 years old, but his eyes are fine. Bright, one is the person with deep inner kungfu.
No joy.
Standing on both sides, the two monks who had no hands and no hands looked at the questions of the old man, and they all used their strength.
No joy snorted.
The old man looked at him with no joy and said: "In that year, the host should not value you."
After the pain of Wu Huan and other wrists passed, he said: "Let you the owner of this martial arts school to deal with me, it seems that the host is still very capable of seeing me."
The old man said coldly: "What is the use of you with a poor mouth? You still have to think about it, how can you tell him after seeing the host in a while?"
There is still a wooden mask on the face of no Huan, and a large piece of blood on the mask is like being painted with red paint.
"Take the dust out of the dust," the old man ordered. "Put this person to the host."
Several monks pushed away without a joy.
The old man is like a singer who does not dare to resist, and carries his hands behind him without a joy.
The two monks in the cell took off their coats and wrapped the dusty bodies. One person hugged one and read Amitabha before he walked out of the cell.
In the eyes of these seven monks, there is no such a happy national teacher, the former teacher of the Yongsheng Temple is already a dead person, and he will not say the same day, this person also killed two sorghums of the dust generation, so The sin, the host asked if he would not die, how to make the eternal temple tens of thousands of people convinced?
The dungeon's room was opened, and the sun would hurt the eyes of the unhappy.
"Go!" The monk behind him pushed a lot of joy.
No joy to go forward, he was not traumatized, but his shoulders were dislocated, and several large holes on his body were sealed. The martial arts did not say anything, but he wanted to fight against the seven monks behind him. Not enough.
"Who is this?" At this time, the old man did not leave the dungeon door, and suddenly he asked.
Desperate in no heart, look up and look forward.
Yu Xiaoxiao’s backlight stood in front of Wuyou’s face. He looked at the seven people who didn’t have a good time. He said,
Your master’s life must be a woman. After you go to bed, you will be abandoned and killed by you. Otherwise, this life will be He won't kill you so much."
The sorghums of Wuhuan and Yongsheng Temple...
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