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The voice of the proprietress was lost and laughed: "Hey, Dao is very lavish, and the shot is five hundred gold. You can really call the slaves happy and dead. But when the shop opens to do business, it is necessary to talk about it. How can you catch up?" Are you leaving? You see it is so good, the biggest one in the fog is the special room for the nobles like Dao. I quote you in the past-"
There is also a "瞧" that has not yet been exported, and the sound of the bench and chair is screaming.
"What are you doing! I am in charge of whether you are a foggy house or a turtle house - your grandmother's, this name is getting worse. Don't, don't, give you a thousand dollars, drive them away!"
"Don't give a problem to the slave family. If you look at it, it is the person who knows the truth." The boss did not hesitate to blink and talk, and she smiled crisply."There are customers, you or not. Satisfied with the return to the fog, I can also give you another room, the place is smaller, but elegant and beautiful, and then send you a song and dance for free, can you see this?"
"Not good! Not good! One thousand five! Let people roll!" The rough voice roared, "Don't grind! After a while, my son has come to be angry!"
"Wow -" Qianjin may be more for others, but for the ink burning of the emperor, it is really funny to listen. It is necessary to know that he used to send some songs to Song Qiutong in his previous life. It is worth the price. Therefore, he bit his chopsticks, his eyes rolled round and swaying, and he whispered and smirked at night."The teacher respects the master, you listen to this person, and you want to drive us away in the next thousand."
Chu night Ning looked at him, opened the elegant bamboo curtain, and looked downstairs.
I saw a large group of people in the hall of the dining hall. Although they were dressed in uniforms, they couldn't see which martial art, but each person's waist was accompanied by a cold-colored top-grade knives. Only a snarling demon wolf. The value of the sword may not be judged well, but the demon wolf is priceless and there is no market. It is not easy to get one of the ordinary comprehension factions, but they all have one, obviously apparently born very prominent.
The guests who were originally eating were all horrified at these people, and the hall was silent.
Suddenly, a white snow flew into the inn. After everyone saw it, it was a glimpse. Then all the bangs were shrunk. There was a timid and screaming: "There are big demon, big demon."!"
The leap forward comes from a snow-white wolf demon with three feet high. The twilight is red and bloody, the hair shines like silk, and the pair of wolf teeth are cold and sturdy. It is as long as an adult man's arm.
However, on the huge body of this beast, there is a handsome and eye-opening young man who is sitting on his legs and leisurely. The young hunting squad is a bright red dress under the armor, and the cuffs are embroidered with a strict gold thread. He wore a pocket, a soft red scorpion fell from the top of the silver lion's crown, and a jasper bow on his lap should be his weapon.
When the monks who were arrogant and arrogant saw him, they kneeled down on one knee and hammered their hands on the chest. They said, "Welcome to the son!"
"Okay." The young man looked impatient and waved his hand."I want you to do something to grind, and welcome, welcome your dog!"
"Hey." The ink burned and laughed, and the voice was low and Chu said."He said that they are welcoming the dog's head. Doesn't he become a dog's head?"
"..."
The young man sat in the soft neck of the demon wolf, and looked at him: "Where is this shopkeeper's shopkeeper? Who is it?"
Although the proprietress was afraid, she still took the battle calmly and stepped forward, and said with a smile: "There is a disgrace to the immortal, the shopkeeper of this shop is a slave."
"Oh." The young man looked at her."This son wants to live in the store, but he is not used to people. You talk to them, I will pay for the loss."
"But Xianjun..."
"Knowing that you are embarrassed, this is for you, apologizing for my desk. If you really refuse, then forget it." The youth threw a gift to the proprietress, and it was a pile of golden nine-turned yuan. pill. This ball can be repaired in the first ten days of the increase, the market will have more than two thousand gold, the boss took over, first because of the width of the other side, and then quietly relieved.
No monk will refuse such a good thing, so please let people go, always say the past.
The proprietress apologized for the gift, and the young man yawned. He looked down on the group and said: "It's all waste, it's not for me to come."
I looked at each other from the left and right, and even said: "... the son is wise, the son is mighty."
The people quickly dispersed, except for the late night, and the burning of the ink did not care about money and medicinal herbs. Others took things and left the inn without complaints and went to live in other places.
The proprietress said: "The son, they are gone, but two guests said that the night is deep, one of them is physically hugged, and they don't want to find another place, you see..."
"Forget it, don't worry about sickness." The youth waved his hand, "Don't bother me."
Sick child, late night, ":.................."
The proprietress immediately smiled and said with enthusiasm: "The son is really a good person. When the time is late, does the son want to rest or eat something first?"
The young man said: "Hungry. Don't rest, I want to eat."
"The son wants to eat, the shop must have the best dishes to treat, our cooks are best at making crab powder lion head, crystal meat..."
"Breaking the lion head?" The youth is obviously not a southerner, nor does he like to eat southern dishes. He listened to the name of the dish and then frowned and waved his hand."No, I don't understand. What is messy."
Originally thought to be a child of the family, it seems that it may be an outbreak of wealthy businessmen.
The proprietress: "... the son wants to use something, as long as the store will do it, you can do it."
"Good to say." The youth pointed out that he was following the class."Give them five pounds of beef, and give me ten pounds of beef, one kilogram of shochu, two leg of lamb. It's almost like this. It's too late. Eat too much and put a little bit on your stomach."
Ink burning: "Wow..."
Looking back and trying to laugh at this young man's barrel-like meal, but seeing the late night, he stared at the young man, and his eyes looked like some unpredictable thin smoke.
The ink burned and asked: "Master seems to know him?"𝐟𝗿𝒆𝐞𝓌e𝒃𝒏oѵ𝒆𝒍 - 🅽🅽novel
"Ok."
He was just asking about it. He didn't expect Chu Ning to really know it. He couldn't help but be shocked: "What? Then, what is he?"
"The Confucianist door is the only son." Chu night Ning whispered, "Nan Gong Temple."
"..." Ink burns the heart, it is no wonder that Chu will rather know, and later, after the night, is the guest of the Linyi Confucianism, the son of the head, he must have seen it. It is no wonder that he did not know that when he was a **** Confucianist in his previous life, this Nangong Temple had already died of illness.
At that time, he still said that the son of this head was a sick and half-dead. I didn't expect to see it today. It turned out to be such a sturdy young man who was alive and kicking.
... how did you die? Turkic disease?
Nangong Temple was happy to eat downstairs. In a short while, the two sheep legs and ten pounds of beef were smashed in the light, and they drank a few bowls of wine, and they couldn't help but sigh.
"Master, is the Confucian style not the most elegant? What is this lesser? It looks like we are not in tune with Xue Mengmeng."
Chu nightning turned his head back, and he still leaned his face and stared at the following scene: "You can't give you the same name."
I laughed twice, and I was trying to say something, but because of the lateness of Chu's fingertips, his sleeves were falling on his face. The fabric was light and sinuous, like satin non-satin. The touch is warm and cool like water. I didn't think of anything for a moment, and I stumbled.
Only in the house, I was in a hurry to pull the night clothes, and I didn't pull it apart for a long time. He thought it was the strictness of Chu's wearing.
But at this moment, looking at the material of the clothes, the ink burned and suddenly recognized that this is the "ice smog" produced by Kunlun.
The Kunlun Snow Palace is the most chilly sect of the Shangxian family. Every disciple, who is five years old, must enter the Kunlun Holy Land to retreat after one year, until he can produce his own spiritual core. Although the nucleus itself is self-contained, practice is only to summon it. But this time is very long, often for ten to fifteen years, and no one has to wait for it to enter. Therefore, the disciple's eating and wearing has become a nuisance, and it is okay to eat, because the Kunlun Holy Land is adjacent to Wangmu Lake. The disciples of the Snow Palace can eat in the lake every day, but the clothes can't be woven by themselves?
Ever since, "ice smog" came into being.
The clothes cut out of this kind of scorpion are not only soft as smoke, but also attached to the dust-proof curse. The dust is not contaminated. Unless it is stained with blood and water, it does not need to be cleaned.
But the most wonderful thing is that the "ice smog" will change with the change of the body shape of the master. This is indispensable for the disciples of the Snow Palace. When they enter the forbidden land at the age of five, they may have to be fifteen or twenty. After the long period of time, from the coveted children to the Yuli youth, the clothes woven by the ice and fog can grow with them, eliminating the embarrassment of the clothes.
——Would it be better to wear clothes made of this kind of material?
The ink burned and narrowed his eyes, and suddenly there was a cluster of sparks in his mind. He suddenly felt that something was wrong. It seemed that something had been wrong from the beginning. What is it...
"Is it disturbing, what is the treasurer?"
A sigh of anger, but the sultry youth of the singer interrupted the thoughts of ink burning.
Looking down, it was actually the group of Confucian disciples who appeared in Xuanyuan Pavilion during the day. The headed crane fluttered and held the sword. The sword handle opened the curtain and explored half of the body.
"Isn't this the follow-up of the leaves?"
Confucianism has seventy-two cities, and disciples usually do not know each other. As for Nangong Temple, he sat alone in an elegant room and turned his back to the door. Therefore, the group of teenagers swept their eyes at the in-house disciple wearing uniforms and did not recognize Zhang's face.
The leaves are forgotten to the Shangnan Palace, which can be seen.
"It's really unstoppable, and the store was wrapped up tonight." The proprietress hurriedly greeted the past, while secretly swearing that she had forgotten to close the door."Several sages go to other places to see it, sorry.", I'm really sorry about it."
The young boy who was headed showed a difficult face: "Hey, how can this be? Other stores have only seen it. The blacks are all people. We have a skinny girl here. She has not rested for a long time, thinking about looking for it. A better place to let her sleep. The treasurer, trouble you to ask the uncle of the private field, can you give up a few rooms?"
"This... I am afraid that people are not willing."
The teenager made a courtesy and politely pleaded: "Just ask the boss to ask, if he doesn't want it, then forget it."
The proprietress also had time to talk in the future. The table at the door suddenly had a table of Nangong's entourage standing up, and angered: "Why ask! Go out, go out! Don't bother my family to eat!"
"Yes! The clothes on the body of Confucianism are so good to bring a girl to sleep, and I don't want to send a shame to myself!"
The teenager didn't expect them to be so misunderstood. When they were stunned, their faces rose red and they said: "Why does this friend have blood-sucking people? My Confucian style is just right, and naturally I will not do this. This girl is my son. I am saved by kindness, and you are so gibberish?"
"Your son?" Nan Gongyi's entourage glanced at the elegant room. Seeing that the young master still casually sipping shochu, he seemed to default to his own rushing behavior, so he relaxed his heart and sneered."All people know Confucianism." The son of the damper is one, who is your family?"
"In the lower Confucian style leaves forget." A gentle voice rang from the curtain.
The teenagers turned back: "Ye Gongzi-"
The leaves are in black, and the handsome face is a little more delicate in the candlelight. He enters the inn with his hand, followed by a veil wearing a veil, revealing a woman who is uneasy and soft, is Song Qiutong.
"..." The ink burned and saw her, and suddenly the forehead violently jumped twice.
The road is narrow, how is it her...
The people who saw the Nangong Temple's entourage were the leaves of the past, first of all, and then there were a few unsettled, and the face showed a disgusting color.
This leaf is the adopted son of the first elder of the Confucianism, and belongs to the "dark city" of the 72nd city of Confucianism. As the name suggests, the dark city is bred to the dark guard, and the head of the Confucianism Gate originally taught him to become the next leader of the dark guard. However, because the leaves of the roots are not suitable for the defense of the mind, they gradually turn to the main city and become the honor. The right arm of the Lord.
Because Ye had forgotten his identity as an early guardian, he acted in a low-key manner, and there were very few people who knew his name. However, the Lord is very important to him. In these years, the faction has even spread that the leaves are the rumors of the illegitimate children. Perhaps because of this reason, the original card is not the mainstay of the South Palace.
The Lord does not like him, and where can the following followers have a good impression of Ye Gongzi?
Originally as a junior, they could not offend Ye Gongzi, but this group of people are all confessed by Nangong, directly ordered by Nangong, so the atmosphere is stagnant for a long time, or the savage person sneer twice, opening: " Ye Gongzi still please come back. Today, in this inn, I am afraid I will not be able to give you a place."
"The son, since they said that there is no space, then, let's find another place." Song Qiutong stretched out the slender jade fingers, and took the leaves of the forgotten clothes, and said, "What's more expensive here, I really don't." Dare to teach the son to spend more..."
The ink burned upstairs and heard these two words, and rolled his eyes. The heart of this guy was really a weak and pitiful tone. When he pitted him, he now came to the pit.
The leaf was forgotten to talk. Suddenly, a huge white shadow came out from the inside and slammed into the back of the leaf.
Song Qiutong lost his voice and said: "The son is careful!!"
"Hey! Hey!!"
With the bright hustle and bustle, a white-faced demon wolf rushed wildly, and circling around the leaves for a moment.
"........."
In the silence of everyone.
The leaf forgets to hang down the eyelids, and there are three people who are high in the foot. At this moment, the white-haired demon wolf sticking to the ground is different: "Nau Platinum?"
This demon wolf is the mount of Nangong Temple, because it is like a red agate, white hair is like snow, and the tip of the claw is a touch of gold, hence the name Naobai.
Since Nauru Platinum is here, Nangong Temple must have been here. Ye forgets to raise his hand and touched the white velvet brain door that Naobai Platinum came over, and looked around.
sand--
The bamboo curtain was opened by one hand, the sleeves were bright red, and the gold wire was wrapped around the mouth.
Half of the impenetrable face was exposed. Nangong squatted with his arms in his arms and rested in the elegant room. He still had a pot of shochu in his palm. He looked at the leaves and said, "Fun, How can I meet you everywhere? You are so close to me, if you are screaming others about the gossip, where do you let my face go?"
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