Chapter 67:

Chapter 67
The roof is not high.
For martial arts masters such as Zhao Jiangui and Ji Han, climbing up such a roof is really an easy task.
They took the wine and turned it over to the eaves. The house was breezy and the moonlight was just right. The two of them toasted together and they didn’t have any fun.
Ji Han looked at the warm water in the cup and sighed softly: "If this is wine, it will be fine."
Zhao Jian returned: "When you are hurt, I will not be late with you."
Ji Han is about to talk, and suddenly a fireworks rises and blooms in the sky.
Both of them were attracted by the fireworks.
Zhao Jian has never liked to watch fireworks.
He feels that this thing is too illusory, although it is beautiful when it blooms, but after all, it is fleeting and unpredictable, not to mention that he always thinks that the fireworks are like this, and the girl likes it. He is a hero, if he says he likes it. Fireworks, somewhat feminine.
But now he is sitting with Ji Han and looking at the fireworks, but he is very happy.
He thinks that no matter what, watching it with someone he likes, it will become extraordinarily beautiful.
Of course, this also includes people.
Ji Han is leaning on his side, and his face is also very beautiful.
Xu was aware of the eyes of Zhao Jiangui, and Ji Han could not help but turn his head to look at him.
"What's wrong?" asked Ji Han.
Zhao Jian returned: "Nothing."
He felt that he was like a little baby who was caught by his mind. He was a little cramped and hurried to the beginning.
Seasonal cold call: "Zhao Jiangui."
Zhao Jian’s rules and regulations promised:
Yes.

Ji Han asked him: "Is it good?"
Zhao Jian nodded.
He heard the cold of the season and smiled.
Ji Han called him again: "Zhao Jiangui, you turned around."
Zhao Jian turned his head and Ji Han was looking at him.
Zhao Jiangui has never seen this look on the face of Ji Han. The smile is on the lips, his eyes are slightly scorching. He grabs Zhao Jian’s clothes and slowly gathers them up.
"Zhao Jiangui." He whispered, "I am sorry for you."
Zhao Jian was guilty of his heart. He didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but he couldn't wait for his export inquiry. Ji Han suddenly kissed him up.
Between the lips and tongues, Zhao Jian returned to the cold season and took the initiative to kiss back. His mind was slightly faint, but he still thought that there was no way to say how to kiss. This is indeed enough to be self-taught. Things.
He thought so in his mind, and suddenly he felt a dull pain in the acupuncture points on his waist.
Ji Han gently pushed him away.
"Sorry."
He repeated again.
Zhao Jian is very upset, his hands and feet are sore and no strength, and the internal interest seems to be dull in Dantian. Of course, he knew what the reason was. Ji Hanfang sealed his acupuncture points, and at that time he was indulging in the active kiss with Ji Han, and he was unprepared.
Ji Han squatted and gently turned over the eaves, and his body was light and light, apparently not as bad as Zhao Jian’s imagination.
Many people appeared in the hospital in an instant.
The elders of the elders led the high-level guards of the demon to stand in front of the season, and bowed respectfully to him.
"Teacher," said Elder Wen, "the traitors in the teachings have been put into the dungeon."
The smile on the face of Ji Han has long since disappeared, his look is cold and he nodded slightly.
Zhao Jiangui suddenly understood.
The traitors in the teachings must have referred to Kobayashi, and Ji Han seems to have...have already discovered their plans.
The elders said, "Zhao Jian is very high in internal strength. It is not how long it takes to seal acupuncture points. He needs to feed him some cartilage."
The season has not stopped.
The guards took the cartilage and forced Zhao Jian to eat it. This locked his hands. The cold side said coldly on the side: "Put him down with the traitor."
Zhao Jian was stunned and still tried to turn his head and look at him.
Ji Han also looked at him with no expression on his face, his look was as cold as he was when he first saw it, and there was no wave in his eyes.
The guard has dragged the person away.
The cold season turned and walked slowly along the corridor behind him. The teaching was very cold. There was no such thing as a festival. There was no light under the gallery. He went to the end of the corridor and gently pushed open the door in front of him. .
There was a solitary lamp inside the house.
He walked in, walked to the lonely lamp, turned around, and seemed to be sitting alone in the darkness of the house.
A gray-haired old man.
Ji Han was slightly in the same place, and he went down to him.
He whispered.
"The righteous father."