"Oh, no!" said Dry Di Heng, immediately screaming at his forehead. "I said how I felt that something was wrong. It was here! I never thought of going to a jade temple!" ”

Saying, this is not much to stay, not to say a word, turned around is to fly out of Dongfu.

"Yangyang, you have to look at the past with Di Diheng~" Helplessly wake up and hurriedly shouted.

"Yes, this is the disciple!" The same excitement on Xiangyang's face, quickly catching up and flying to the sky.

"Zhu Shishu..." Xue Xue looked at him. Both of them walked over and talked with Zhuo Minghui. Although there were not many topics, they could quickly, Zhuo Minghui’s shyness was nothing, even Still whispered to some private words with them!

However, it is a time, Xiangyang and Gan Diheng are turning!

"Grandma's, Laozi really plainly left a few tears to the scorpion!" Dry Diheng is a bit embarrassed, "I know that this long-lived tightness will definitely not go like this!"

"How?" Helplessly got up and asked, "Hung Ho? His life card..."

"Oh, good teacher father knows!" Seeing the inside of Dongfu is an anxious look, Xiangyang smiled, "the disciple and the younger brother arrived at the Lei Lei Palace, and did not enter the Yuxi Temple!"

"Hey, the Yuxi Temple of the Thunder Palace was closed by the head of the martial arts war. If there is no handcuffs, no one can enter!" Dry Diheng is a little embarrassed. "Even if I am Laozi, I can’t enter. Yuxi Temple!"

I couldn’t help but listened, my face sank. Glanced at the sun and said: "Since you have not entered the Jade Temple, you are happy!"

"Master!" Xiangyang lost his smile. "The disciples did not enter the jade temple. However, the disciples saw the goodness of the jade temple!"

"What did he say? He knows that Hongjun's life card is not broken?"

Xiangyang smiled and explained: "The head is also ordered. The disciples guarded by the Yuxi Temple are not allowed to sue the life of the deacon, and others are forbidden to leak!"

Helpless and speechless, he wants to sway to the sun. Can't be too lazy. After talking for so long, he still doesn't know about Cui Hongjun and Xiao Hua's fate.

"Xiangyang, then how do you know that Xiaohua and Cui Hongjun have nothing to do?" Zhuo Minghui smiled, she knew that Xiangyang was steady. If there is no exact grasp. Not so laughter.

"Good teacher girl knows!" Xiangyang said. "When you see the disciple and the younger brother, you have to explain it to the disciple who is going to be a hard-pressed jade temple."

"Oh? Smile?" Zhuo Minghui said. "What did Yan Liang say?"

"Yan Liang said that as early as a few days ago, the disciples of Gan Lei Palace had already come to the Yuxi Temple, and they had specially watched the life-threatening card of the disciples of the Zhen Lei Palace, and they came again yesterday, holding the handcuffs in their hands. Some of the disciples of the Shenlei Palace were specially banned, and no one can look at them except the head!" Xiangyang bite the words "some disciples" as if they were explained by Yu Liang.

"Hey, that person is a dog-like thing!" Gan Diheng grinned and sneered. "I don't let Laozi go in, but I still hint around! If he said that he is related to Laozi, Laozi will not let him look good!"

Helpless, I don't care about Di Heng, a little meditation, and cautiously said: "Xiangyang, can you be sure that what Liang Liang said is related to Cui Hongjun and Xiao Hua?"

"Yes, the disciple can be sure!" said, Xiangyang said the sensation and Xiaohua, and explained with a smile, "Xiao Shidi and the lyrics are not ignorant, if he sees Xiao If the younger brother of the prince is damaged, he will secretly tell the disciple how he said that he did not violate the regulations of the Jade Temple and told the disciples the message of the two younger brothers!"

"Well, I understand it for the teacher!" Helplessly relieved, Zhuo Minghui and others also looked better.

"Just, the head knows that Xiao Shidi and Cui Shidi and others have not fallen, why should they be awarded a commendation order?" Xiangyang said with a brow.

"To the brothers, this is the matter of the head of the family. There is nothing to guess!" said Dry Diheng, who was rude, and then rushed to helplessly, "Unfortunately, uncle, since Xiaohua is not dead, disciple I just said that it was a slap! The disciples still have things, leave!"

"Good!" Xiangyang nodded, but also to Xiangyang Road, "Xiangyang, bring the teacher to the guest!"

"No need! Disciples are leaving!" Dry Di Heng was rushing to the crowd and nodded. He turned and walked away, the same as when he came.

"This guy~" He glanced at the back of Di Diheng, whispering, "Unless Xiao Hua is there, no one in his eyes will look down! No one will say anything more!"

The Xiangyang next to him listened, and his face smiled bitterly. He said: "What is this? You haven’t seen the tossing in the Jade Temple. If there is no head to let it go, he really has to rush into the jade. The temple is over!"

"Is it unreasonable that the uncle is going to retreat in the near future?" Xue Xue talked with Zhuo Minghui a few words and looked up.

"Well, the old man has this plan!" Nodded nodded. "However, the old man... I feel that there is some rush at this time, and even... there are still some things that are not ready! Right, I don't know if there is any spare time. The old man wants to talk to her in the past!"

"This is difficult!" Xue Xue smiled and looked at the martyr. "Master, her old man is also a retreat. It seems to be hitting the bottleneck in the middle of Jindan. I am afraid I can't see the uncle!"

"This way!" Helpless, some helpless.

"Uncle Shi and rest assured!" Xue Xue is also packing the ticket. "The uncle of this retreat will definitely be able to condense Dan, and the younger generation has a kind of hunch!"

"Oh?" There was no choice but a brow, and some were delighted. "Really?"

"Of course!" Xue Xue nodded, very firm. "The younger generation... is a somewhat insignificant hunch, just like Xiaohua!"

"Good!" The helpless heart is suddenly practical! He knew in his heart that there are countless strange people in the realm of comprehension, such as Xue Xue, who has the true blood and the monks who have strange magical powers. Since she can judge Xiaohua all the time, her hunch for herself There will be no problems.

"I have to go through the retreat for a few months!" Zhuo Minghui said with a smile, "Xue Xue, do you think the old body can condense Dan?"

Xue Xueyiyi, then smiled on his face: "Zhu Shishu, you are still old this morning, how can you wait for the children to say a little more?"

"Hey, the old man is also in the late stage of building the foundation for many years, no longer thinking about condensing Dan, fearing that there is no chance!" Xue Xue looked at Zhuo Minghui's abdomen and bite her lips. Her heart has faintly understood why Zhuo Minghui is pregnant. I thought about it and smiled. "Ming Hui’s uncle has thought a lot. According to the younger generation, the uncle has definitely been able to condense for a few years!"

“Really?” Zhuo Minghui heard, his face was overjoyed, like the flowers that were unfolding.

Xue Xue also showed a smile on his face!

The northern part of the Mongolian country has not been bordered by the Laos. Although it is somewhat chilly, the wind is bleak and the rain is playing bananas. It is not like the coldness of the country. A gorgeous room, a vermilion candlestick, and a half red candle on the candlestick!

At this time, the red candle still has the thumb-sized lamp flame, and the dripping candle tears piled up from the top of the red candle to the candlestick. The flame of the flame slammed into the fan and shook slightly, and the whole room was dark and swaying.

The light and dark light shines on the vermilion bed next to it, through the red embroidered book, and falls onto a white ketone body.

But see the snowy white ketone body, it is the volts on the bed, the body has a thin silk cover, and exposed on the skin outside the silk, revealing a dark red halo! The ups and downs of the graceful, sketched an extreme temptation, and the room is facing a dim candlelight... and a lazy atmosphere!

"啪", a soft bang, seems to be a light blow of the candle, and it seems to be a change in the room somewhere!

At this point, the ketone body on the bed slightly moved, but not the owner of the ketone body moved, but a person lying next to the ketone body moved!

This is a man,

This is a naked man.

This is a naked man with strong muscles!

This man is not a person, it is Zhang Qingxiao!

Zhang Qingxiao gently got up, turned his head and looked at the Jiao Niang lying next to him, and looked around, gently kissing on the cheeks where the Jiao Niang still had a faint red residue, and then stood up!

A handful of hands will be thrown on the ground, and a mess of clothes will be taken up. A smile will appear on the face, and a few beautiful swords will be picked out. Instead, they will hold the rest of the clothes and fly softly. out!

Lying on the bed, isn’t Zhang Yutong?

At this time, Zhang Yutong’s brows were slightly wrinkled, his eyelashes shivered slightly, and the delicate body lying on the bed on his bed bulged a piece of snow in his arms! In the gap between the silk and the swaying candlelight, the slightly darker belly is smooth and tight, and there is no half-filament of the flesh; the exposed arms and thighs are full, and the curves of each color are wonderful, far from the Tao. Female repair is comparable!

However, as Zhang Qingxiao flew out of the room, Zhang Yutong’s closed eyes were faint and there was a splash of water, and the water splashed down the eyes, flowing out of the corner of the eye, crossing the bridge of the nose and falling into the other eye. Soon, more water splashed from the corners of the other eye, along the white cheeks, into the deafness, and infiltrated into the bed...

"Qing Xiao...you, how long will you be in the end?" It seems to be a nightmare. It seems to be a whisper, and it seems to be a complaint. A voice that has been heard from Zhang Yutong’s mouth...

"What? Quanshan Mountain battle... Yu Leizong died seven people? Among them... Xiao Hua and He Cuihong?" Just inside a quiet room not far from the room, Zhang Qingxiao’s face Out of the embarrassment, holding a jade in his hand, is rushing to the roar of a monk in the early days of building a foundation.