Legend of Fu Yao

When Meng Fu’s desire to export, he suddenly became infarcted in his throat.

She raised her eyes and decided to watch Yan’s dust. Yan’s dust didn’t look at her, her eyes fixed on the flower in front of her, and she spoke quickly.

"When, your situation, the family will not allow me... with you, the family is the royal family, it is my family, the identity is worse than the previous level, this time I ask for a pro, there is no hope, listen It is said that Auntie personally promised that the family should have been down, and there is no reason to regret marriage. Our Yan family also has to sin against the family..."

Meng Fu Sha suddenly interrupted his enthusiasm.

"Don't you Yan family, you Yan family, say yourself."

"I..." Yan was shocked, and the eyebrows were covered with a layer of sullen color, half awkward. "I am going to shake my mother. In the future, I will have a status in the continent of Wuzhou. I will learn from my appearance, and my martial arts status is indispensable." In particular, the qualifications are too poor, otherwise it will make my family shame..."

"Tell yourself!"

Yan Jingchen was so drunk by Meng Fu, which also aroused the arrogance and anger of the noble son, loudly, "I! I am fed up with your disappointment! Fed up because of you, being laughed at!"

Meng Fu took a step back and looked at the swallowing dust that seemed awkward because of his broken face.

The twilight layered up, the dark colors were painted on the earth, the leaves of the emerald green were grayish green, it looked dirty and unclean, the suffocating, the gentle boy floating in the dark background, the distorted eyebrows Unfamiliar and thin.

There is only a movement between the heavens and the earth, and there is a sound of hunting and snoring.

For a long while, Meng Fu suddenly smiled.

She smiled, like a flower in the silence of the twilight, a bit clear, but more is a decisive beauty.

"Okay, okay." She screamed at the sleeves of Yan, and the posture was like smashing the dust on the sleeves together with the Swallows, and faintly said, "I understand that you can't stand your lady. A ignorant material, you can't stand with such a fool, attending a national banquet party, being smirked in person or behind, you can't stand your perfect life, because a mismatched lady destroyed that Perfect... Yan Jingchen, believe me, you will be a perfect lady, you take her, just like the lady holding the poodle, wherever they are worth a hundred times, complement each other."

She laughed, but there was no smile in her eyes, her voice was cold and cold, like a blade that was about to pull out the cold light in the sheath.

"Congratulations, you found your poodle."

After she finished, she didn’t look at Yan’s dust and turned and left.

"Shake!" Yan Chong suddenly rushed up, and reached out to grab her sleeves. His voice also had a bit more helpless suffering. He said, "I am like you." ......"

"Leave your favorite, please please your poodle!" Meng Fu smiled and smiled, his fingers lifted, a cold light suddenly appeared in her fingers, raising the light between the fingers, straight to the interception The sleeves that are caught.

The knife was not light, and the cold was forced. Yan began to think that Meng Fu Sha would not squat, but he did not want to let it go. However, Meng Fu didn’t even stop, and he gave him a five-finger hand.

Yan was shocked and immediately shrank hands, or a slower step, the five fingers were drawn a neat red mark, the initial white skin, half a sputum, bright red blood infiltrated, silently dripping into the dark ground.

"you……"

"I!" Meng Fu shook his head and did not return. His back was straight, and he outlined the outline in the darker night. "I want you to remember, there are some mistakes, just like the wound you just had, at the beginning, everything. I can't find it. If it takes a long time, it will cause you to bleed."

She turned her back to Yan, and smiled softly, smiling as the new round of the first quarter.

"Believe me, Yan is shocked, you will hurt, sooner or later."

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This moonlight is cool.

Meng Fu shook his knees and sat on the ground, looking at the thin moon in a fascinating look. He felt that in the memory of life, it seems that the night of the night is the coldest, and a blue halo around him makes people feel cold.

And the stars are twinkling and erratic, such as the changing hearts.

I vaguely think of the day when I first saw him, and the wind and rain were mixed. She squatted in the mud and asked Lin Xuanyuan to be a teacher. She remembered the gentle and modest smile of Lin Qianyuan, who was in front of the mountain in front of the rain, and remembered that the boy in the rain stretched out to her. The hand is slender and clean, and warm as spring.

"I wave, actually I like you."

"When it is shaken, there is no strength in the mainland of Wuzhou, it is to be looked down upon for a lifetime."

"Shake, you have to work hard, you are like this... what to do in the future?"

"Shake, you are all good, but unfortunately... the talent is too bad."

Haha... I should have discovered it, but I am willing to immerse myself in the warmth of the boy’s hand, not awakening.

Fortunately... I didn't really think about being your poodle.

Meng Fu sneered and smiled, waved his hands like a mosquito, and hurried those memories that he didn't want to think again.

Soon after, she had a transpiration of mist on her head, and she also gave a slight light in her body. The light slowly rose and stagnated at the chest.

"Breaking the Nine"s, her true master, the old Taoist priest, "the secret of not passing."

At the beginning, Meng Fu’s tomb was dug and dug, and he dug himself. After wearing it, he inexplicably lost the memory before the age of five. From the age of five, she was devastated by a dead old Taoist. After ten years of training, in the past ten years, the nine-layered "breaking nine gongs" exercises have been trained to reach the peak state of the third floor. At this time, the upswing is infuriating, and the condensed gas becomes a bi-tech, focusing on all feminine techniques.

This practice has passed the long night, and passed the morning of the daylight. When Meng Fu shakes his eyes, it is already afternoon.

As soon as I opened my eyes, Meng Fu shook my face and sighed. The third layer has been peaking for half a year. There has never been a breakthrough. If it has been stagnant, what will be taken to participate in the Zhenwu Conference, what will it be called "will sooner or later hurt?"

This is also the case, and more importantly, the desire of the bottom of my heart, I hope to achieve only a little more distant.

Biting his lip, Meng Fu swayed and strode down the mountain, calculating the time, today, Yan Feng should have gone.

Going, okay.

Meng Fu shake now does not want to stay here more, she is ready to pack up and walk immediately.

Down to the middle of the mountain, through a hidden mountain, built on the mountain, the flying arches and the grandeur of the arch is the Xuanyuan Villa.

Before I came closer, I heard a burst of noise. Some people screamed in a loud noise. "Xuanyuan Jianpai is known as one of the three great swords of the Taiyuan Dynasty. How can there be even a decent disciple?"

Then it sounded the dry cough of Master's micro-strip, and there was a resounding voice of the brothers and sisters, and the sound of Qing Yue, which was squirted with long swords, was very lively.

Meng Fu shook his eyebrows and knew that the Wuzhou and the Seven Kingdoms had strong martial arts. The martial arts often challenged each other. Eighty percent of them came to find a place to come.

Meng Fu shook out the tools in his arms, and hurriedly painted a wretched makeup on the stream. For a long time, her appearance was only revealed in front of Yan Jing.

After entering the villa, I can go back to her room through the performance of the military field. The Xuanyuan Jianpai’s performance martial arts field is one of the top large-scale performance martial arts fields in Taiyuan. It covers a vast area and is magnificent. It will not be activated on weekdays. The unrestrained sound came in from the field door. I thought it would be possible to leave smoothly, and I was shocked by the sight of my eyes.

Today, the performance of the martial arts field, actually filled with hundreds of people, wearing a variety of color, in the field according to a corner, it seems that several martial art at the same time came to challenge Xuan Yuanjian.

Meng Fu Sha even found a few men in the crowd who were full of anger and gaze, and the man was not comparable to ordinary people.

The disciples of Xuanyuan Jianpai’s disciples, except for Yan’s all-in-one, arrived in a group, and looked worried and worried. Some of the brothers and sisters seemed to have been injured, and the sword hated the blood.

In the air, full of dignified and uneasy breath.