Since returning to the Academy on the Blood River battlefield, Xuanyuan Lingtian has become extremely decadent

After seeing Ji Lingqi for several times in a row, he poured his sorrow with wine all day.

There were wine bottles everywhere in the room, and there was an unpleasant smell in the air, but between the bottles there was a young man with dirty clothes and shaggy hair.

The sun shined through the window into the room and hit the face of the man lying on the ground.

Perhaps stimulated by the sun, he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were cloudy, and the corners of his eyes were covered with dung.

"Ok!"

Xuanyuan Lingtian stretched out his hands to support his body, and then sat up slowly, but his head was heavy, he rubbed his temples, suddenly remembered something, and began to look around.

He picked up a bottle around him, raised his head and pointed the bottle at his mouth, but the bottle was empty and there was no drop of wine left.

"correct!"

He suddenly remembered that he bought a lot of wine yesterday and put it in the storage ring.

But he searched in the storage ring and couldn't find a bottle of wine.

"Did you finish drinking? Damn it!"

Scolding for a moment, he staggered out of the room full of bottles.

I can't help flashing my mind, and the words of the aunt Ji Lingqi, Luer, said, "Sister Xuanyuan, don't come here, our lady won't see you!"

Thinking of this, his chest was suddenly undulating, and his face was even heavier.

"Why? Why didn't she see me, and why did I chase her hard, but she looked at a young boy in the early days of the Grand Master?"

Just then, Song Yong's figure came to his mind again.

"boom!"

Xuanyuan Lingtian slammed the wall with a punch, and then he laughed at himself: "Xuanyuan Lingtian, Xuanyuan Lingtian, you ca n’t even fight a master in the early days, you are a waste, waste! Wine, I To drink! "

Stumbled, Xuanyuan Lingtian walked out of the yard, stumbled out of the college and came to the city.

"Hey!"

Dozens of people away, an old figure sighed softly, full of helplessness and disappointment.

The next moment, the old man flickered and disappeared.

A cold wind blew and awakened Xuanyuan Lingtian lying on the window table of the restaurant.

When he came to the restaurant, he drank for a while, and then drunk quickly.

"Brother Xuanyuan, you are awake."

A young man sat opposite the wine table, with a smile on his face.

Drinking too much, his brain was a bit dull. After thinking about it for a while, Xuanyuan Ling realized that this person was Yan Dongyu.

"It was you, why did you come to me for a drink?"

"Brother Xuanyuan, why do you look like this?" Yan Dongyu sighed, with regret in his expression.

Without any warning, Xuanyuan Lingtian became angry and growled at Yan Dongyu: "If you don't want to drink with me, please get away, I have no interest in chatting with you!"

In this regard, Yan Dongyu was not angry at all, but was concerned: "Brother Xuanyuan, why are you doing this?"

"roll!"

Xuanyuan Lingtian stared at him coldly.

"Hey!"

Yan Dongyu sighed deeply: "Women do n’t want to be robbed, so why would Brother Xuanyuan torture himself like this? You torture yourself like this, but in the end you are the one who is losing, but the other is happy, and Ji Lingqi has not invested In the arms of the other side, you still have a chance! "

Next, Yan Dongyu launched a three-inch tongue that persuaded Xuanyuan Lingtian, and his irritable emotion seemed to be quiet.

Seeing this, Yan Dongyu said more and more vigorously.

After a while, he looked at Xuanyuan Lingtian and asked, "Brother Xuanyuan, what do you think of me?"

"Not good, get out of here!"

Xuanyuan Lingtian waved his hand impatiently, and then yelled at Xiao Er, a not-so-distant shop, "Little two, drink!"

Suddenly, Yan Dongyu's expression was stagnant, and his heart was a little angry: "Xuanyuan Lingtian I look down on you, you are a coward!"

A chuckle emanated from Xuanyuan Lingtian's mouth, and he looked at Yan Dongyu with a sarcastic look: "Don't think I can't see what you're thinking, and want me to help you deal with Huang Liang, hehe, you dream!"

Although Xuanyuan Lingtian looked to Song Xuan as a secondary 2 student, he was not a fool. Yan Dongyu seemed to be persuading him, but in fact he was provoking him to deal with Song Xuan.

Although he hated Song Kun, he was not his opponent.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be so helpless, all day drinking wine to worry.

"Brother Xuanyuan, there is a kindness in Xia Nai. Since you have no intention of acting as me, let me say that just now, and say goodbye!"

Yan Dongyu stood up angrily and wanted to leave.

Xuanyuan Lingtian didn't keep him, even with a bit of drama in his eyes.

"Mom!"

After standing for a few seconds in the place, Yan Dongyu could only curse and strode away.

Looking at the back of Yan Dongyu's anger, Xuanyuan Lingtian flashed a sharp corner of his mouth: "I really treat Xuanyuan Lingtian as an idiot.

Returning to his yard, Yan Dongyu finally shoved his favorite set of tea cups into shatters.

"Damn Xuanyuan Lingtian, **** Huang Liang! You wait for me!"

the other side.

Song Zheng is trying to figure out the Kendo notes that the Great Dragon Sword Master gave him.

Xiu has raised a realm. Looking at this note again, he adds a bit of insight.

After Jianyi is Jianxin.

Before he got the notes of Dalong Jianzun, Song Yan had already stepped into the level of sword heart.

But after reading Dalong Jianzun's notes, he discovered that the sword heart he had learned was only a little fur, so what he had learned was nothing more than a fake sword heart.

To gather the true sword heart to understand, what is the purpose of learning swords?

So, once you have time, Song Yong will think about this issue.

At first, he felt that he learned swords to be powerful.

But after going to the Blood River battlefield, after learning about the cruelty of the demons, after he waved his sword to the demons, he felt that he learned the sword to kill the enemy.

However, yesterday, after he cut off the two palms of Yan Shao with a sword, he recovered justice for them, and he added another layer of understanding and guardianship.

powerful? Kill the enemy? guard?

Both, or neither.

Putting down the Kendo notes in his hand, Song Kun was caught in the memory. He was originally just an ordinary student, and then picked up a ring and obtained a system.

With the help of the system, he became strong, and the honor he received has been favored by the beauty, and even harvested his family.

But as if there was no system, would he live a lifelong life.

Or will the system leave him in the future, will he be beaten back to his original form?

For a moment, he panicked.

Can I be so powerful without the system?

Song Kun was lost in thought.

An hour.

Two hours.

Three hours.

Song Yan's brows grew deeper and deeper.

Finally, in the past two hours, a voice broke out in his heart: "No, even if there is no system, I will go on unswervingly!"

After shouting this voice from the bottom of his heart, Song Yong suddenly felt clear-headed, and at the same time, he realized his own persistence of Jianxin!

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