Vol 7 Chapter 9: The age of evil

Chapter Nine Times
"I was very powerful!" Yun Lang emphasized, staring at his eyes. "But, I don't dare to move that woman."
Huo went to look back at Yunlang and asked with a smile: "How is Lingxi compared to Liuling?"
"Almost." Yun Lang pouted and said.
Huo went sick and laughed, showing white teeth, and said thoughtfully: "Conquering such a woman, does it have a feeling of conquering the Western Regions? I just don't understand, she clearly hates you, why is it suddenly? He embraced again, and the sound was so exciting. "
"Have you heard?" Yun Lang looked at Huo Quwei strangely, and suddenly felt a sense of jumping into the Yellow River.
In fact, Yun Lang couldn't figure out what was going on in Ling Xi's brain. This woman was like a snake and like Gillian.
Everything about her is like a means, even a woman who can wash out the waves can be imagined.
What makes Yun Lang puzzling is that this woman is so and so, what else do you want to get on him, he is so poor at this time.
Huo went sick with his hand on his cheek, looked at the ant nest on the ground, and said, "I'm afraid you will be swallowed by that woman."
Yun Lang laughed speechlessly, and followed Huo Qubing to watch the ants move. It seemed that there was a thunderstorm coming.
On a certain ant, Yun Lang saw his shadow, and the ant was lost in the way of moving.
Yun Lang wasn't lost in direction anymore. He was thrown around by the gods. How much time and space was left behind him.
Today, Yun Di Lang has no idea what kind of existence he is in this world.
It's still a human being, but it must be a different person from the world.
He suffers so much!
"A Lang, I suddenly wanted to know what your ideals are?" Huo Queyi suddenly asked.
Yun Lang laughed, ideals. When he was young, he had talked about his ideals countless times, and he struggled for the ideals and read the book at night.
But now, what is an ideal?
Yun Lang had no concept at all, he had ideals in later generations, and he also had ideals in the Han Dynasty.
But here, it's enough to be alive. How can you be happy and do what you want to do? Zuo Zeng is troubled.
He was the lost ant, and God wanted him to take a pit, then he would take it.
Looking at different worlds and different scenery is a great thing in life.
Yun Lang's sudden laughter made Huo Going sick feel weird. Yun Lang, who was so clever and wise, was not normal since he stepped on this place with one foot. However, it is easier to get in touch with. This may be considered a good thing or a bad thing.
"Is that ideal so funny?" Huo Queyi asked with his eyes squinted.
Yun Lang exhaled a long time, and said, "The ideal is really funny, especially now that you and I are in the situation, it is even more funny to talk about it. In the Great Han Kingdom, you and I are the ideals of others. Spring breeze is considered ideal. "
This is a bit of a blow to Huo's illness. Here, he has a higher ideal!
He wanted to be a master of martial arts, the kind of standing at the peak of force, did not want to be a wild grass that could be ravaged arbitrarily.
The old Kyushu dart board has finally changed its mind.
The brand new gold signboard, there are two white guards standing at the door. Although not very powerful, the facade is there.
Under the side of the gold signboard, there is also a signboard with Yun Lang's handwriting: Send all the goods!
Courier is delivery. This is what Yunlang likes very much. Not only can he earn money, he can also make waves everywhere.
In this world of ignorance, the most attractive thing is to watch around and understand the world.
When a person does not even understand the environment in which he lives, all his efforts are like a joke.
In order to cope with what needs to be done next, not only was he cut off on the way of delivery, Yun Lang made a lot of preparations.
For the past few days, he has been almost sullen in the room, unable to move.
Ling Xi couldn't find a chance to see Yunlang.
This made Ling Xi very depressed. On several occasions, she tried to break into Yunlang's room, but she was blocked by Huo Going.
In terms of force, Ling Xi is naturally not weaker than Huo Going sick. She just has no reasonable excuse to enter Yunlang's room.
After Ling Xi came a few times, she found that if Yun Lang didn't open the door, she would never go in, and she never came again.
However, she did not leave the Kyushu Darts Bureau, but she has since become a simplistic figure. She used to go out from time to time, but recently she did not even go out.
I also learned to be like Yun Lang, and kept myself in the room almost all day without knowing what I was doing.
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Suddenly, there were many strangers in Xiaoyao Town. The appearance of these people, even the arrogant Jinjiamen shrunk.
Things are too abnormal, and it is almost impossible to let people know.
Huo Qubing is now quite familiar with this Xiaoyao town, and the appearance of those people naturally failed to escape his eyes.
"Old Bai Ming, this town seems not quite flat lately!" Huo went sick and lay lazily among the branches of the locust tree and said to Bai Ming who was guiding the dartsmen.
Old Bai Ming raked his waist, shook the rattan in his hand, and said: "The world is not quite flat. If the town is too flat, it would be strange."
"You old man, how can you talk with Alang like a cloud? Tell more words that people can understand." Huo Goiyi sighed and said, after listening to too much truth, the truth is still that way, he felt a little tired.
The old man Bai Ming laughed, kicked the dartist who had a skewed body, and then said: "The old man, I'm telling the truth, it's that the world that people disturb is not peaceful, and it makes this smile not very peaceful. It's okay , Just stay here honestly, or try not to go out. "
Huo went sick to climb the branches of the locust tree, turned over, and hugged the king lying in the prosperous cluster above his head, hugged in his arms.
He decided not to think about these things anymore, and the group of people was not the Huns, what mattered to him.
"Old Bai Ming, when will you teach me?" Huo whispered to the sick, he was still more concerned about this matter.
Huo's first thought of coming to this world was to have a powerful martial art, which he thought was an ideal in Yunlang's mouth.
Moreover, Huo Qubing felt that Bai Ming Old Man should be able to help him meet this ideal.
Old man Bai Ming was tickling his rickety waist with rattan, and tickled, hearing Huo Going sick, he could not help raising his head ~ EbookFREE.me ~ A gleam of light flashed in his turbid eyes, but the moment disappeared, and he laughed Said: "Huo Xiaolang, you shouldn't laugh, what should I teach? Just my bad old man, this can't teach you."
Huo went sick and gently twitched the ear of Tiger King and said, "Old Man Bai Ming, you can accept me as a disciple."
"No loss, no loss, how can there be a loss, I'm too happy to be too late! It's just that I am a bad old man, but there is really no workmanship for you." Old Bai Ming shook his head, smiling with a big yellow tooth Said.
The Tiger King was also irritated by Huo Que's illness, and whispered in his mouth. He extended his sharp claws to dig Huo's face, but was raised up by Huo.
Glancing back at the old man, Mr. Huo went sick and muttered: "Sometimes you will teach me!"
The old man Bai Ming smiled inexplicably, and continued to stare seriously at the dart masters, practicing Zamabu.
This is the way to get from Yun Lang, Yun Lang has no time to stare at those people to train, not to mention his strength, not enough to teach others.
This matter also fell on the body of the old man Bai Ming, the old man Bai Ming gladly agreed, doing one by one is extremely serious.
Huo went sick to play the tiger boring, watching the boring training under the tree was even more boring.
Huo Qie has seen it before, and he has seen him, but he has never seen such a bad dartist.
It's simply that the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled are gathered together for exercise, which should almost be a waste of time and a waste of money.
Bai Ming old man has real material, this Huo Qie disease has been confirmed.
But he couldn't figure it out. Why did the old man prefer to teach the dart master who couldn't help the wall with mud, but he would not teach him.
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