Legend of Fu Yao

The screaming sorghum, it seems that some people smashed the **** cloth, and then hurled their hands to the sky, so the sky was full of the **** color, covering all the visual and perceptual.

"Haul!", the window paper on the side of Meng Fu suddenly burst, and a pair of skinny black hands stretched out in the lightning, and grabbed the left arm of Meng Fu Sha!

At the same time, the broken and sharp woman’s voice just sounded closer. “...you are here! You are here! We are all gone together, and we are all gone! Hahahaha...”

Meng Fu shook his eyes and saw his hand holding his arm. He was thin and blue, and his sharp nails were covered with muddy grass clippings. There were brown spots on his back. These hands were fierce and weak. Her arms were unsteady, and she could not tremble in the wind, but she desperately licked her nails into her flesh.

Meng Fu shook his finger and flew, and the ghost-like hand shrank back. With a hoarse scream, he slammed into the empty room and the sound echoed. Meng Fu Shao had already pushed the door. Go in.

The room is actually more run-down than she imagined. At first glance, it was a room where a madman lived. The floor was full of dust, and the ground dust was a few inches thick. The woman was wearing a tattered and unclear color and folded in the corner. The hair was scattered and scattered, and the smell of odor and sour was scattered around the body.

Meng Fu shook his eyes and fell on the floor of the ground-like broken bed. He saw the deep yellow and light yellow patches on the straw, and the smell was soaking. When he came closer, he found that it was a trace of excrement.

The woman looked at her with horror, her eyes were mad and confused, her eyes sparkling with sparkling light and sparks, and the eyes jumped around, and wherever it splashed, it seemed like a demon fire.

"The long-term grandson...you are this demon..."

If the sound of the gossamer floats in the quiet space, the ghost is full of hate, and the word is divided into pieces of gold and jade. It is ground and grinded from the teeth. It is hard to believe that as long as the Sun is prosperous here. This woman will rush to tear him into pieces and stutter it.

Meng Fu shakes the eye and flashes a trace of doubt. Who is this woman? How could it be so imprisoned in a broken courtyard in the king's palace? How can you blame the most noble Prince of the Promise? And since this is a dangerous person, the nonsense swears to ruin the prince, and according to the saying that the king should be well controlled, but why did he not even send the guards, let her live there?

She subconsciously took a step forward and wanted to see the woman.

There was a sudden cough behind him.

Meng Fu stopped and looked into the mad woman's big glutinous rice. The figure reflected there was long and the white clothes were clean. It was Zong Yue.

The strange thing is that Zong Yue Ming clearly pointed at her, but she did not look at her back. From the eyes of the crazy woman, it can be seen that his gaze fell straight into the eyes of the crazy woman.

Meng Fu’s gaze, once again passed from behind the mad woman, suddenly smiled and slowly retired. Before going out, she carefully closed the door.

Turning around, Zong Yue was looking at her calmly, and the tone was very calm. The words of the exit made Meng Fu’s violent temper.

"Even if it's just my little sister, I should know the basic etiquette. For example, don't run around in someone else's house."

Meng Fu’s gaze immediately illuminates like a knife, grinding his teeth, and he feels sharper than the mad woman, only to be sullen: “Even if it’s just a cocky sand pig, you should know that some things are mean. Inferior, for example, peek behind a woman."

Zong Yue looked at her faintly. "You are a woman? Oh, you are a woman, sorry, I can't think of it."

He actually bowed and bowed and apologized.

Meng Fu shook his nose and smoked quickly. He took a half-shoulder and took a chest, and walked away from Zong Yue without saying a word.

When she passed by, she suddenly ran across her shoulders. Zong Yue seemed to be ecstatic, and she was not beware of her being hit by her.

Meng Fu shake immediately turned back to face, smiled, her face in the sun through the easy face, ordinary, a pair of eyes but the brilliance of the colorful, shining.

"Oh, how come it collapses? Are you sure you are a man? Sorry, I always thought you were a man, you are not."

She bent over, and a mocking apology was not finished yet, and she laughed and ran away, leaving Zong Yue thoughtful and standing in the wind.

The wind in the winter is calm and dignified. There is a light fragrance in the wind where the woman has never dispersed. The aroma seems to be nothing. If you don’t smell it, you can’t smell it anymore, but it only makes you feel happy.

For a long while, Zong Yue smiled a little, remembering her bad heart, the sun slid through her beautiful body, splashing red and splashing green, splashing into his eyes, and actually confused him for a moment, let He, who never let people rely on him, was hit by a slap.

Zong Yue’s laughter, like a flower of this winter, is not arrogant but dazzling and brightens.

"Actually, you are really a woman..."

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As night falls, MSI will be light tonight, and the lights of a restaurant in the east corner of the street will be far away, and the shadow of Meng Fu Sha will be long and plated underground.

Meng Fu shakes the veil and covers his face, holding a bunch of herbs to buy, and coming back from the market, his eyes are dull, thoughtful.

She is thinking about the promising things of the great-grandchildren mentioned by Yao Xun yesterday.

After meeting the mad woman, there was a man who came to the king that night. I don’t know what Zong Yue said. Zong Yue repeatedly warned her not to approach the yard again. Meng Fu’s original interest in this idle thing was not much concern. I couldn't help but ask the well-informed Yao Xun to know that this woman mentioned the innermost of the protagonist of the grandson. Who knows that Yao Xun heard this matter related to the protagonist of the grandson, and immediately said a lot of words, Meng Fu Sha was forced to listen to the whole night. The great achievements of His Royal Highness Prince.

At the age of seven, he painted the military plan of the Promise, and reformed and adjusted the two-line military system of the Promise. It was to expand the 100,000 troops in the original area to 700,000 and clamp down the three countries.

The 10-year-old promise of the southern Xinjiang rebellion, the Nanzhao and Beibei tribes fought for the fertile grassland, and the people of the surrounding states, or the younger grandson of the youngest, drive for a thousand miles. Only ten guards went into the chaotic area. Everyone thought that The boy has gone without a return. After three days, the smiling teenager is holding the Nanzhao patriarch in his left hand. The right hand pulls the Northern patriarch to walk out of the big account. Two scorpions, in front of the millions of soldiers, squat down. The enemy of life and death has since become a brother of life and death.

At that time, the 10-year-old boy smiled with a hand, and his body was the shortest on the grassland, but the 100,000 soldiers were kneeling at his feet, and no one dared to raise him.

At the age of thirteen, Linjiang Wang rebelled. He planned to kill the grandson and prosperous. He invited a banquet to invite the Prince. The long-term Sun Wuji light clothing was invited from time to time. After three rounds of drinking, Linjiang Wang toasted according to the rules, carrying a colorless and odorless poison. The wine, followed by the modified assassin, the long-term Sun Wuji will drink the poisoned wine. When the glass is put back to the tray, the hand that puts the cup down suddenly passes through the chest of the smug Linjiang Wang. Out of the shadow of the heart.

In the shock of the full house, the long-term grandson slowly retracted his hand and sprayed the poisonous wine contained in his mouth on the face of Linjiang Wang, pointing at the body of Linjiang Wang, who was immediately festering on his face. He smiled. "You must have no face to see my grandson." The ancestor of the emperor, the grandson saved you for the trouble."

When I finished taking off my gloves like skin, I threw it on the ground and went from the beginning to the end. He didn't even splatter a drop of blood.

Since then, the grandsons have been up and down, and no one dares to have any slightest disappointment.

The fifteen-year-old grandson Wushou made helpless winds, and he didn’t know what was going on. He went to Fufeng and turned around. Fufeng’s two tribes suddenly opened their battles. After three years of war, the two tribes split into three tribes. Peek into the neighboring countries.

So that the countries almost listed the long-lost Sun Wuji as a refusal to pay, because it is a terrible thing to be cared for by such a person.

Fortunately, after the age of fifteen, the great-grandchild Wuji suddenly suddenly calmed down a lot. He did not even move to do something big to shock the world. He never even participated in political battles in various countries. He seemed to have no interest in the expansion of the territory, and he was always willing to live under the sky. As the second largest country in the continent of Wuzhou, I am fortunate that he has finally kept a low profile. Otherwise, I am afraid that the assassination groups of all countries will also be the first to remember him. His ranking on the assassination list is only to be moved.

It is precisely because of the great-grandchild's incomprehensible surprise that the country has made great contributions, so the Emperor of the Promise has specially given the name of the great-grandson, the king of the continent, which is the supreme glory of the supreme.

Yao Xun finally ended his long story with a very sighing statement - the protagonist of the grandson, the world's great!

Meng Fu shook his eyes and thought of Yao Xun's exaggerated tone, and could not help but smile.

The smile did not go, suddenly a dark, screaming, Meng Fu, who walked down, slammed into the chest of others.

This collision is very strange - it looks hard and soft under the forehead, and there is a vague scream.

This voice made Meng Fu shake his mind and quickly looked up, but it was already a step late.

Immediately in the chest clothes of the other side, a white ball was drilled, and the flat stomach was slammed, and the claw of the evil was hit, and the tiger was alive.

It was a pity that half of the hit, a fruit was suddenly stuffed in the claws, and an adult reacted very quickly. He immediately retracted the "rat claws" and took the fruit and went.

This room Meng Fu shook his head and greeted a pair of bright eyes.

Such eyes come over in the cold winds of winter, and the four seasons are eternal springs, except for those who can’t own them.

"What is this thinking?" Someone bends his eyes and bends his eyes. Although he wears a mask, he is so intoxicating with his eyes.

"Thinking...you..." Meng Fu shook his eyes, smiled and dragged his long tone, waiting to see Yuan Zhaoying blush.

As a result, the powerful person’s eyes did not blink, laughing at her waiting for her.

"The master of the grandson is Wuji." Meng Fu shakes, and finishes quickly.

After hearing the last few words, Yuan Zhaoyu was a bit surprised. She looked at her and asked her, "How come you suddenly think of Your Royal Highness?"

Meng Fu Sha did not immediately answer his words, but looked around and looked at him. Suddenly, he sneaked into the hand of Yuan Zhao, and took him to the southwestern wall of Dewangfu.

She had something in her heart and didn't notice her movements. Yuan Zhaoxuan just smiled and let her pull away. Yuanbao adults peeped out from Yuan Zhaoyu's arms, staring at Meng Fu's hand, seemingly wanting to look at it. This nasty paw is staring.

Meng Fu shook the Yuan Zhaoyu on the wall, posing extremely indecently on the wall, reaching for a stone, far away from the dark courtyard below.

"The long-term grandson, you are not pedigree..."

The woman’s screams immediately sounded, but only a half sentence seemed to be caught in the mouth. At the same time, the torches ignited, and a crowd of footsteps came from far away. The Dewangfu guards were alarmed.

Meng Fu snorted and stunned. "I didn't have a guard yesterday. How come today." She looked back at Yuan Zhaoyi, Yuan Zhaoyi held her hand on the wall and looked at the dark and dilapidated garden below, and the bottom of her eyes gradually emerged. A strange look.

In the distance, there were guards who screamed, and Yuan Zhaoyi and La Mengfu swayed and quit the outer wall of the Dewang House. They had to retreat to an alley outside the palace. They had not yet stood still, and suddenly heard the sound of the sharp arrows flying!