"I heard that Xunzi had a jade leaf flower, Rong'er, do you want it?" Jingyu said with a smirk.

In the ancient times, there was no pollution in the air. In addition, it was located in the mountains, and the surrounding area was greener and more scented with birds and flowers, which really made people feel happy. Walking on the way to the Mo's secret retreat, Duan Murong glanced at his expression and couldn't help laughing. She understood that he was the emperor, and it was difficult to change the naughty side of this character.

"Although the jade leaf flower is precious, it is not better than the person you gave me to participate in Ganoderma." Duan Murong's expression was elegant, and a little meditation had captured the key. "You will mention it to me. What's so special about one piece?"

"Hum hum, really worthy of Rong'er, it will show through!" Jingyu laughed a few times. "It has nine blades."

"Nine Springs Biyu jade leaf flower?" Duan Murong was surprised, his footsteps stopped. It wasn't until Jingyu took three steps ahead that she chased it again. However, this time her expression also changed a little bit, "You, can you really get it?"

If there is anything in this world that can make this ethereal medical fairy impressed, only these precious medicines are available. At first glance, even with her beautiful purple eyes, there was a strong emotional wave of anticipation.

Seeing her hook, Jingyu raised her lips quietly, "It's okay to get it for you, but, Rong'er, how do you thank me?"

Duan Murong stayed for a while, but he didn't think he would say conditions. Of course, he also mentioned some small requests before, mostly to take advantage of her. Only now, heart and body are given to him, what else can she cater to his ‘bad and bad interests’?

Jingyu has been watching Duan Murong's expression changes after he said that. Seeing her thinking for a long time was still puzzled, and she couldn't help laughing. She took her hand and led her to her side, and whispered in her ear:

"I want to be able to take the initiative when you are doing the wedding ceremony with you."

Duan Murong had a hunch when he was close to him, and still inevitably blushed after hearing this sentence. She panicked left and right to look at the residence of the chiefs of the secret retreat not far in front, but there was no one nearby. White glanced at him, and said:

"Don't say this kind of thing outside the house, and don't mention it during the day."

After breaking free of the hand he was holding, she quickly walked forward, and the crystal earlobe was still red.

"Rong'er, what's your answer?" Jingyu yelled behind her and almost jumped Duan Murong's heart out of her chest. She was really afraid that Jingyu just said it so brightly that she would be listened to by others, but she didn’t have a face to see anyone. It’s good that he didn’t do that.

Duan Murong stopped and didn't turn back. What kind of thing would she say?

Jingyu walked behind her and patted her chest with her hand. "I am a husband." He touched Duan Murong's vest again. "You are a wife! We are happy, aren't we?"

Jingyu is not praying for her depravity. She is too confined to her heart, too many things to obey. The teacher’s teachings and expectations, the physician’s duty, the Mohist teachings, and the role of Sister Yue'er as an example, maybe she still has the power to help him instead of being burdensome. She deserves more freedom, not because these constitute Duan Murong, and Duan Murong chose to do this.

This passive and active relationship, she has not yet changed!

Perhaps she was willing, but she did not live happily. Jingyu wants to liberate her. Since the first confrontation, he has been working hard. She should not take all the blame on herself. She is just a little woman who needs protection and has a weak heart.

"Do you feel the temperature of my palm?" Jingyu said, "It is power, and I can support your proof."

Duan Murong felt his heart. That eliminated her shyness and made her feel ashamed, and had the urge to turn around and embrace him. However, she has no way to respond to all his requests at once. In other words, she has lived like that all the time, and some don’t know how to change, how to take the first step? So hard!

There were two footsteps not far away, so Jingyu didn't say more. Gently patted Duan Murong's shoulder, "I will help you, so don't let your life go too anxiously." He said, turning to look at the two comers.

"We're back." The robbery waved away from a distance, and shook a black barrel in his hand. "It's done! Hey, he stole the invincible hands all over the world, but it's not a worthy name." He was obviously very proud.

"Cough." The big hammer walking beside him suddenly coughed twice.

The thieves responded, "Ah, with our iron head leading the horse, it's easy and pleasant, a piece of cake."

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The sledgehammer's bare chest full of tendons stood up proudly. He yelled with satisfaction, congratulated with the stolen high-five, and shared:

"Happy cooperation!"

Duan Murong's mood calmed down after the two live treasures interrupted. When she turned back and stood side by side with Jingyu, her face was already cold. I was curious to see what Jingyu took from the hands of thieves-both sides were like a combination lock, with three wheels marked with symbols; the barrel-shaped part in the middle was engraved with a golden dragon; the whole was metal Structure, and for seeing traces of the scroll.

As if to explain to her in general, Jingyu raised Yang Nadao: "The scroll is inside, but the lock needs to be unlocked first. If the method is not correct, the strong acid inside will instantly destroy the scroll."

Duan Murong looked at the lock as if it were an institution, and speculated: "Is it a public loss family design?"

"Yes." Jingyu nodded. "According to what I have seen so far, the public loser's organizing technique covers the scope, I am afraid it will exceed the Mo's organizing technique."

"You dare to say it!" The voice of the old man behind him sounded, "My old man hated the old man's design, and my old man will come to meet him for a while." He walked to Jingyu's side during his speech, and took the costume The barrel of the reel left vigorously without noticing a hint of joke in Jingyu's mouth.

"Dragon Master, you are here today, but is there something important?" Gao Jianli and others heard the voices of the robbery and the big hammer, and they all came out one after another. I was surprised when I saw Jingyu. It stands to reason that no major events should happen today or need to be discussed.

"Can't I just come to see you?" Jingyu said something that left everyone blank.

"Then, please come in and have a cup of tea." Gao Jianli didn't know how to respond, and only said so.

The crowd returned to the previously assembled hall, Jingyu and Duan Murong walking at the end.

Duan Murong quietly asked him, "What the **** are you doing this time?"

"Then, I won't know until I leave." Jingyu mysteriously replied.

A few days ago Jingyu went to the Mo's secret retreat. At the first monitoring site of Mo's disciples who had passed by, a white-haired old woman appeared. She described withered, wrinkled, and crutches on her back. If I look at the appearance alone, I just feel that I will fall at any time. I don’t know how I walked into this mountain alone.

Looking at the hedge over her height with her turbid eyes, she was seeing a young man dressed as a farmer working. She patted the hedge and drew the young man's attention and said:

"Hurry up and get tired. Give the bowl of water."

The youth was kind and kind and greeted enthusiastically, "Wait a minute, old lady, I'll get water for you."

The old woman promised and walked to the front gate of the fence. Sure enough, the young man quickly brought out a bowl of water and walked out with her hands. The old woman clamped her crutches under her arm and stretched her hands to pick up the bowl. It's just that the hands that had dried up like chicken skin suddenly changed strangely. Not only is it full, but it also becomes bloody.

The young man was frightened. "Grandma, your hand." Seeing that even the water in his bowl turned red, he couldn't hold his hand anymore.

The water bowl did not fall to the ground, and was caught by the red hand. Only, should it be regarded as the real form now? Has a silver pattern and black nails. There is still a grandma in front of it, which is obviously a charming tall woman in a dark red dress.

"You, you are" the disciple of the Mo family stepped back and pointed at her, but his throat jammed and generally could not call her name.

The woman used her skill, and the water bowl melted instantly and sprinkled with clean water. This phenomenon finally activated the disciple of the Mo family. He turned around and shouted to warn his companions that he had been raised by the woman holding her throat with one arm.

"I'm the last face you saw, but can't tell others." The woman said tepidly, her beautiful white face, just full of coldness.

The Mo disciple kicked for a while, unable to breathe, which led to a lack of oxygen in his brain, which caused him to lose energy. The woman let go and let himself fall to the ground. At this moment, another Mo disciple, who seemed to hear the sound and checked the situation, imprinted into the woman's eyes. Her eyes shot murderously, her body was shaking, and she was already standing in front of the Mo disciple

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