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read2();　　 "Yu Pengfei, what have you been doing these few days off?"

　　 On the road leading to the central university hall from the Great Summer Academy, Yu Pengfei and the two small figures walked side by side with the fry. Then the little girl with white skin and the snow fry raised her right hand and put it to her mouth. He stretched out his tongue and licked the sweet sugar man lightly, narrowed his big eyes, and a soft question came out.

　　 Xiaowa Yu Pengfei heard the words, hesitated for a few breaths, and then responded:

　　 "I, I just follow my grandpa around Shenjing City. Since the opening of the Shenjing Station, many people have swarmed into the Shenjing City. It is very lively, but it also keeps Grandpa busy lately."

After Yu Pengfei finished speaking, he slightly retracted his right hand back to prevent the little girl beside him from seeing the tiger’s mouth, the wound that was formed by swinging the knife too much practice and then torn. His eyes lit up and he said loudly:

　　 "But do you know the fry? Yesterday, a big event happened last night!"

　　 "I know, the sacred battle between your Majesty and Murong He, and our Majesty has won!"

Speaking of this, I was licking the fry of the sugar man, showing a strong color of pride, the whole chest was straight up, and his face was smiling, as if he had won this battle of life and death, but beside him Yu Pengfei's little baby is also full of pride, and the expressions of the two are almost surprisingly consistent.

　　 Then Yu Pengfei's eyes lit up, his fists were tightly clenched, and the longing voice came out:

　　 "I really want to see what a real monk fighting looks like. It must be extremely powerful and murderous at every step."

　　 "Then you should seize the time to learn to read. The old man said that if he wants to practice, he must at least read books."

　　 Yu Pengfei's face suddenly became bitter when the fish fry sounded out, and he patted his head with some annoyance.

　　 After a while, the fry licked the last bit of sugar man in his hand, and then squinted his eyes contentedly, looking at the many little children in front of them, carrying a small cloth pouch to the lobby to listen to the lecture.

　　 Suddenly, on the little girl's delicate face, her eyebrows wrinkled slightly, revealing a slightly unpleasant look, and at the same time, the pace that was originally forward happily was also a little slower.

　　 Yu Pengfei next to him saw this and looked forward, his expression also changed slightly, then his right hand moved back quietly, preparing to hold the handle of the wooden knife behind him.

I saw that on the road in front of the two, a group of young children in brocade clothes came to face each other. These people were headed by a plump young boy, perhaps from a good family background. The surroundings are much taller.

　　Then the fry stepped forward halfway, guarding Pengfei behind him, his eyebrows were erected, and he spoke in a loud voice:

　　 "Fat Dun, with so many people, come to revenge aggressively? Are you going to be beaten by your aunt again? What about your wooden sword that never leaves?"

After the loud shout of the fish fry, as usual, the chubby little boy would definitely open his mouth to fight back. Although he would be beaten by the fry almost every time and could not find the north, Wen Dou was never ambiguous. However, today, it is not only He, as well as the little children who came along behind him, all bowed their heads, looking listless and demoralized.

　　 Then the chubby little baby raised his head and looked at the fry. The corners of his mouth collapsed and he said with a crying voice:

　　 "The sword was lost by my dad. In the morning, dad suddenly said that there is no way to cultivate swords, and he won't let me touch the sword again, wow!"

After 　　 finished speaking, the little baby who spoke could no longer control her, crying, and now the fry on the opposite side and the nearby little children panicked, feeling helpless.

In fact, this little baby who is howling and crying is just an extremely small microcosm of Daxia Jianxiu this morning, but for the sword-saver who wakes up and finds that the road ahead is cut off, this mood is far from crying. Can represent.

　　 It was a completely dark and boundless despair in the future of cultivation, just like a traveler who had walked a long distance on the road of thorns, suddenly found that the road in front of him had become an abyss, and at the same time, he couldn't look back.

　　 So this morning, when the light dissipated the darkness, and hundreds of millions of people were celebrating, there was a gloomy sword repairing deep into the bones.

　　 White Emperor Palace, Royal Garden.

With the advent of spring, the garden in the Baidi Palace, which gathers the most cherished flowers in the vast land of China, has completely entered the season of recovery. Under the colorful flowers blooming, a burst of floral fragrance is accompanied by a breeze blowing around. , Also blows under the green Xuantian.

　　 "Your Majesty, don't move, let your concubine see the wound on your face."

　　 Under the mysterious sky, a gentle voice sounded, and then Zhao Yu, who dominated the entire Daxia, was wearing a black uniform at this time, like a student listening to a teacher's lecture, sitting tightly and motionless.

Next to Zhao Yu, Rouge leaned over her body, stretched out the fingers of her right hand, and gently wiped it in a small delicate jar, and then gently applied it on the young emperor’s right cheek, with a trace of fear in her big eyes. Continue to speak gently:

　　 "Your Majesty, although the wound on your face is not big, it is still a bit deep, and if you go up a few points, it will hurt your eyes."

　　 Rouge leaned over his body and applied it lightly, so under the sunlight, Zhao Yu could clearly see the fluff on the girl’s white face, and then the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a smile, deliberately increased the volume, and responded:

　　 "This injury is not in the way, Murong and the sword are too sharp, so it will take a few days to heal themselves. Don't worry about rouge."

　　 When Zhao Yu responded, a little bit of heat directly hit Rouge's face in front of him, and then in the eyes of the young emperor, Rouge's cheeks turned red, like a sweet and delicious red apple.

　　 Then Rouge blinked, and leaned on Zhao Yu's upper body to straighten up, staring at the handsome face of the young emperor, smiling and continuing to speak:

　　 "Your Majesty, the concubines had nothing to do before. They collected the essence of the flowers in the imperial garden, combined with the purification potion and the fountain of life to formulate the balm. Maybe it has some effect on this injury and can heal quickly."

　　 The faint voice of rouge fell, and Zhao Yu's eyes lit up, because he felt an extremely cool sensation in the wound. After cooling, it was numb and itchy.

　　 stepped into the palm edge birth and death realm, Zhao Yu, who had extremely complete control over his entire body, could feel the kendo edge that had been left in the wound was constantly dissipating, and at the same time the wound was healing continuously, and disappeared completely in a blink of an eye.

　　 "The efficacy of this cream is beyond my imagination, and it may be of great use in the future!"

　　 For his wife, Zhao Yu naturally praised her without hesitation. Rouge's eyes were narrowed and a big smile appeared. When she smiled, the countless flowers in the Yu Garden opened even more.

　　 Shows a smile and a hundred fascinating, colorful and no color.