He shouldn’t touch the shame if he shouldn’t touch it. He’s not like a phoenix.

Besides, if he wants to be ashamed of the sinister little child, he will not use the hand of Nanhua Jun... cough, when he did not think about this.

"One day is a teacher, life is a father, the master is equal to the father, care for you for the father, how can you say it is not serious?" Ziyi said seriously, he converges the smile of the demon, as if it has become Nanhuajun, if I can ignore the sentence that comes out of his mouth.

Xiao Yu’s mouth was pumping, and he said without a word: “Thank you for your concern, second, you are going to Shenfu to save me!”

Second?

The purple forehead slides down three black lines, and there is a kind of old feeling. The stone that I moved is the one that hits my own foot. He can’t shout pain. He raises his hand and touches Xiao’s head. It seems like it’s getting old. Years old, the language is long and heavy: "It is a good boy who is filial."

Xiao Yu is speechless: "..."

Shen Fu.

The scent of scented scented things in the room, the precious porcelain that was broken all over the floor, as if every piece was Xiao Yu, and the smashed smashed.

There was a rapid footstep outside the door. The person had not entered the room yet. He only stood at the door and called out: "Missy."

On the knees thrown out by the Shenmo core, the porcelain of Shenfu was made from a rare white mud mud. It is not only harder than ordinary porcelain, but also has a natural aroma mixed with aura. Miss Zhang’s favorite.

Now I can suffer from the shackles of the shackles. The knees are sorely hurt. It seems to be broken. He can’t help but squat down. The cold sweaty sighs: "South China and Xiao Yu are coming again, the villain is Will you please come in? Or go out?"

He is here to ask for help.

When Shen Mo core heard Nanhua Jun, her hand shook slightly and her heart trembled.

She is hoping that Nanhua Jun will return, but she hates Xiao Yu. Why is Xiao Yu so shameless? Have already rolled, and come back with Nanhua Jun?

A little monk with no face and no skin.

"You said... Nanhua Jun is back?" The anger in Shenmo’s eyes slowly diminished.

"Yes, Missy, and Xiao Yu, she followed Shenhua with Nanhua Jun." He also mentioned Xiao Yu once, as if reminding Shen Mo core.

Shen Moxin did not hear clearly. She deliberately ignored Xiao Yu. The subconscious mind felt that Xiao Yu was stunned. She was not worthy of being with Nan Huajun. Even if she said that she was not worthy, she would be very angry.

Shen Mo core was really angry, and the beautiful eyes were dark and horrible. Like the devil's fangs, she kicked it. The broken porcelain on the ground flew up, like a dart that was shot out, and it fell on the next person accurately. Like the face, the sharp porcelain mouth, like a blade, cut his face and mouth, and instantly became a **** man with blood on his face.

The next man squats on the ground and does not dare to move. With his cultivation, he can avoid these tiles, but he does not. He does not dare, he would rather not be disfigured.

"Don't mention that monk in front of me." Shen Moxin said coldly.

"The villain knows the wrong thing." He bowed his head, and the blood smashed the blood of the long line, continually dripping down, and quickly dyed the ground.

"What swearing, provoke us Missy is not happy? I went to teach her." A young and handsome man appeared at the door of Shen Moxin, saw the pieces of porcelain in the room full of pieces, his eyes flashed surprised .

These are the jade white porcelain that Missy loved. They were carefully guarded on weekdays. Even the lord accidentally knocked out one and broke the corners. Missy is very distressed. Now how can it be done? "The body"?

How much sorrow should Missy have to crush these beloved jade white porcelain?

Ouyang Qilin’s black skull sinks and his fingers are tight. He wants to teach the monk to the monk.

"Qi Lin..." Shen Moxin called Ouyang Qilin. He is the eldest son of Ouyang Changming. The young spiritual power has reached the level of his father. The speed of cultivation is extremely terrifying. Even the young lady of Shenmo. He is looking at him differently.

Ouyang Qilin grew up in Shenfu since he was a child. He knew very well that his existence was to protect Shen Moxin, the young lady.

When Ouyang Qilin heard her calling him Qilin, then for a moment, he would feel instigated in his heart, how intimately he called, as if his relationship with her was not ordinary, and in a flash, Ouyang Qilin returned to reality. He looks as usual, as if he has never been shaken.

He knows his identity and will never become the one in Shenmo's core room. He shouldn't think about it. He hides in his heart and bury it forever. He will always know it alone.

"South China is here, I don't want him to leave so soon." Shen Mickey's eyes reveal the shyness of the girl, she likes to call him Nanhua, instead of the name, it seems strange, in front of Ouyang Qilin, she is against Nanhua Jun The love is even more unbridled and vivid.

Ouyang Qilin is her most loyal person and her best listener. She has any thoughts, even if she dares not tell her father, she will tell Ouyang Qilin that this is a habit that is cultivated all the year round, and because he is Her Qilin.

Ouyang Qilin was shocked. In the place where Shen Moxin could not see, the twilight of his far-flung flashed through. When he came, he heard that Nanhua Jun came.

He still remembers that the name of Nanhua Jun was seven years ago. Shen Moxin told him personally. At that time, he was only a 13-year-old boy. He didn’t understand the love and love of the world. He only knew that Shen Moxin said it every time. When she came to "Nanhuajun", her eyes glowed like a glass of glass.

Gradually, she said more times, Ouyang Qilin will be uncomfortable in her heart, but she will still listen to her, he likes to see the smile on her face, the glare in her eyes.

I don't know when Ouyang Qilin suddenly understood that the young lady he guarded had a feeling for the man named "Nanhuajun".

Ouyang Qilin lost, he is not jealous, he is her forever guardian, not qualified for jealousy. .