Su Jing had to shake his head, but Lang Lang Xian didn’t stop "shaking his head? Dare not marry? But don’t think I deserve you? "
Su Jing continued to shake his head. "First, I’ve got a lover to accompany me and then ask for it;" Even if you take a step back, you are not living. "
Her eyes blinked, and her eyes were clear, and she giggled. She also knew that she was not a Japanese, and she said, "Are you a Moyer, too?"
If you know your name, you have to marry me; You can’t give your name and life until you get married. Although you are different, it is similar. No wonder that willy will ask this question. Langxian waved his hand. "Moye, I have never been to that place. I heard that there are all women who build houses and men have children."
The former Langlang Fairy has already talked about a "key" place. She said that the Three Corpses are not Su Jing’s two places at once. It is necessary to know that there is no such thing as "three places at once" in this world. At this moment, she makes Moyer’s things as if they were two places at once. Where did she come from?
"What’s your name?" Pick flowers and ask questions, and marry whoever you tell your name. The one who is afraid of her! After asking, he stressed, "Where are you from?"
"My name is Mao, even if I haven’t thought about it yet." What should the girl do? "Marry or not" is rooted in her joke that she didn’t come from the square corpse group and went to the bee overseas. She held out a pair of hands that were almost rotten and bone-broken.
Bee Qiao was born in a famous family, but his face did not change color and smiled. "What?"
"I like your beautiful sister." There was some envy in her tone, which was even worse. When she spoke, a tooth fell from her mouth, and the ugly fairy looked at her tooth falling to the ground. Suddenly, it turned into dust, and her eyes were slightly dark with the wind. But soon, she got up again and hugged her arms again. "But I like you better. You are beautiful and you smile so brightly."
If you don’t listen, it’s a charming girl. "Come and see us often if you like us."
"Then you should learn to cook with Master Su quickly." Little Yuan Shen’s secret language can’t hide from Fairy Waves, but Fairy Waves is ugly, but it can’t make people dislike her. Then she turned to Su Jing. "I like you the most because you can get along with the authentic practice of refining corpses." Talking, stepping and looking at your arms before is to give Su Jing a big hug, but when you get to the front, she stops. "Can’t men and women give and receive?"
Words are the place where words can control people. How can there be such Chinese ethics words?
I like this one more, and I like the one who likes to give and receive waves and waves. The head of the fairy city turned around a little, and when it floated up, it was as thin as a leaf. I waved my hand and smiled, "I have to come and see you after I left!"
Suddenly, she remembered another thing when she was about to leave. She turned around and pointed to Su Jing’s sword. "Are you good at fencing, too?"
When I first came here, Fairy was arrogant and listened to Su Jing pour out. Wouldn’t it be nice if she led these sugar people to rob the corpse directly and left?
At that time, djinn Sizhao, an ink in the sea, saw at a glance that the terrible wave fairy of "Zhang Yi" was much stronger than that black monster. How could he not see the sword king’s anger and biting!
From calm when meeting to relaxed when betting, and finally when everyone is talking and laughing, their hearts are at ease. On emotional expressions such as changes, Su Jing, a god, is always firmly concerned about the change of fire. No big deal, Lohan’s baguette is gone, and he has his own life. Who is Su Jing afraid of?
Maybe the wave fairy is not afraid of Zhang Yi, but she knows where Excalibur is fierce and will touch this bad head again, but when it comes to contact, it will be a little longer, as she said … I think they are quite close.
"I’m a cripple because my meridians are damaged."
Can Lang Lang Xian see through Su Jing’s details? That’s her eyes and things. Su Jing insisted on her "attitude" and then asked, "You said that I am good at fencing, so I came here?"
Is there any other sword repair in this world? Su Jing is a little tempted. Organic conversation must be seen.
"Well, it’s very good to see individual swordsmanship a while ago, but it’s a fool … he doesn’t have much strength to fight against Armageddon with swordsmanship, don’t say it’s still good."
"Can you see what he looks like?" Su Jing asked
"At that time, I was in a hurry to catch a glimpse of it, but I didn’t see it clearly … I was dead." When the last sentence fell, the clouds were driving away and the waves had already disappeared.
Chapter seven hundred and eleven Run over the city
In summer, the hills of Baitouqiu stretch one after another for 600 miles, a lair of "Fanrenman".
This time, there were a large number of people, and many of them were well-versed in fierce lawyers. But not long ago, they went to Qingliang Mountain to kill senior officials of the ancients, but they came out of nowhere. Without a word of nonsense, a group of sugar men directly killed many people. The leader of the Wu Zhong School suffered heavy casualties, and the defeated soldiers fled back to their lair in a hurry from the secret path.
The new leader who has just escaped into the escape road of Baitouqiu hasn’t come to breathe a sigh of relief yet. Suddenly, in the mountains ahead, his relatives screamed. The leader was surprised and quickly ordered people to explore what had happened.
Soon to explore the people back … Head back.
Among the people whose heads are pulled out of sugar
The blue clothes are almost indistinguishable from the color, a deep scar on the left cheek is carried out, and the body is seriously injured. It is necessary to rely on the support of the sword in your hand to stabilize the sugar man.
A plump head was thrown at the foot of Fan Tou. The sugar man in Tsing Yi looked pale and weak, but his eyes were calm. "A woman sent a spiritual message here six months ago. Where is she?"
It’s Sugar Man’s leader’s anger again. The other party is so hurt that even a gust of wind can blow down his leader. It’s no meeting to roar with his nonsense mouth. All hands around him are rushing forward … The sword light in the hands of Tsing Yi Sugar Man is bursting!
People are wise, but their language is too simple to educate them. How does Scarface Sugar Man display his swordsmanship?
In just half a meal, all the people died, leaving the leader trampled by the sugar man.
The sugar man is short of breath and his face is getting paler and paler. His breath is slightly red because he is too injured. The heart, lungs, blood and essence turn into fine fog as he breathes.
Scar-faced person can’t breathe well, and the problem in her mouth is the same. "She … Where is she?"
……
Su Jing in Linling City exhaled a long breath.
Enemies and friends are inexplicable and surprisingly fierce. Anyone who faces such a strong person will be nervous, and Su Jingzi is no exception.
Wait a moment to see each other is really gone. Su Jing doesn’t comment on the waves and immortals slowly, but tells his companions about the refining of corpses. "Like the realm of repairing homes, the corpses are divided into twelve calls and twelve towers, because it is said that the ranks of the corpses in the towers where the four big corpses lived in ancient times are also commensurate with the towers."
When it comes to the origin of "several towers of corpses", the topic naturally turns to the four ancient corpses.
The corpse can’t have a specific name or be commensurate with the code names such as Ada and Ah Er, the fierce generals. Or, for example, Su Jingshou’s "Twelve Commanders of Liuhe Qinglong" generally said that this was a funeral ceremony. If the dead had no life, there would be no name to walk in the Yangshi, but the non-Yangshi people were not allowed to be named Guan, but the four corpse immortals did not. They each had their own surnames, one was Bai and the other was Mo.
On the origin, Bai and Mo are "disciples". The same person with the white surname refines the white corpse. After the master recreates the Tao of grace, he inherits the master’s surname and loyally protects the blood of the master’s descendants for several years. Ink evil spirit is the opposite. I don’t know how to hate the master after I became a Taoist. Since the man’s surname is Bai, he will be surnamed Mo. It also took several efforts to do everything possible to kill the descendants of the White House.
This story has never been heard by the three corpses, one by one. "Are the two corpses fighting?"
Su scenic spot nodded "They are enemies"
It is said that the first two, the other two, the other two resin immortals, and their masters are not their own chances and nature. In ancient times, there were two places in Middle-earth that were famous for burying and refining corpses. The two resin immortals came from these two places respectively, and their surnames were crowned by place names.
"It’s like the East Mountain Tiger can’t see the West Mountain Tiger. Both resin fairies feel that their place of origin is the first day of mourning, and they are not friends."
Flowers hey hey smile "let’s SangGuMen several ancestors are not very harmonious."
"That’s true," Su Jingxiao said. "Those two places, one in Hunan, one in Mao, two dead immortals, one surnamed Xiang and one surnamed Mao."
Red eyes narrowed his red eyes. "Lang Lang Xian is also surnamed Mao … and her body is either rotten eyes or rotten body … and she is also a corpse?"
Thunder hissed in his mouth and gasped, "I’m one of the four resin immortals in Middle-earth with thirteen towers and waves?"
Everything is still a guess, and there is no way to determine what Su Jing laughs. "I’ll ask you carefully after meeting you."
At this time, the fierce storm at the zenith has converged, and it is "quite lucky" to see that those blocking horses have been blown away long ago, and there is a pool of white ginseng and lotus hands around Linling City.