Chapter 1968: Juvenile feelings are always poems (4)

The battlefield wanted to die. He thought that Xerox found out that he liked Shen Yanxiao. As a result, he did not expect it to be such a big oolong.
"You don't disgust me, how can I like that woman?" The battlefield frowned, the original shame had already vanished, and the eyes were full of disgust.
Like the piano? It is better to kill him.
"Isn't it a violin?" Xerox looked at the huge contrast between the battlefield and the wild, and vaguely felt that he might have guessed wrong.
"No! How can I like a woman who betrayed the Emperor Yandi and said that the Emperor Yan of the Emperor is ill-informed!" The battlefield is anxious to explain, and does not say that he does not have such a mind on Qin Qin, just his love for Shen Yanxiao. As well as Qin Qin’s actions on Shen Yanxiao, he has already hated the hustle and hate of the piano. He did not add her hands. The principle of male undead is restraining him.
"Then I will be relieved." Xerox breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the battlefield with a smile. "Stinky boy, honestly accountable, isn't the Qinqin? There are many sister papers coming over with her that day, although they I have left us here, but most of them are enchanted by the piano. The essence is not bad. If you like someone, tell us that our team will help you."
As long as it is not a hammer, everyone can say it.
"You don't add chaos. I have a lot of things in my heart. I just want to improve myself. Others don't want to think too much." Knowing that Xerox didn't guess Shen Yanxiao, Warfield didn't plan to explain it.
Also help him, this group of guys does not kill him is not bad.
If the Emperor Yandi knew that he had that thought for her...
The battlefield simply couldn't think about it. He didn't have much ambition. He just wanted to hide this thought and watched Yan Yanxiao silently.
Xerox used countless methods and did not lift his sweetheart from the battlefield. He could only return to the feathers.
For the sweethearts of the battlefield, the members of the Red Yan team have been pondering for a long time, and they have not come up with the correct answer.
Until the next day of class, Shen Yanxiao will be close to the martial arts of Taijiquan for the first time to the warfield, because Taiji is a soft-kun, for the undead, it is extremely difficult to get started, Shen Yanxiao can only teach hands-on.
It has been quite smooth to teach a few, but in the battlefield, the situation is different.
"Don't be nervous, relax." Shen Yanxiao tried to change the action of the battlefield several times, the effect is not too Li Xiang, the ability of the battlefield to comprehend in the red Yan team is top, but somehow, somehow, face Tai Chi, his movements are very stiff.
Hey, this bear child’s hand is shaking.
Shen Yanxiao held the battlefield nervous to the trembling wrist, pulling a little inward.
A wild heart jumped directly into the eyes of the blind man. He could clearly feel that Shen Yan’s fingertips touched the temperature of the direct skin, and the face of the battlefield became red at a very fast speed. Can't say it.
Shen Yanxiao thought that the battlefield was because he wouldn't learn Taiji, he was so angry that he knew that the other party was so shy in his own touch because of his own touch. She said kindly: "Come on, don't worry, before you Already done very well, there are always bottlenecks, break through this layer, you will have better achievements." Special care, special teacher feeling.
unfortunately……
The battlefield is crying and sorrowful. If Shen Yanxiao is so close to him, he will not be able to practice it in his life.