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Chapter 559 Young Master, You Don't Follow The Routine! [Add more updates for the book friend "Future" Silver League! 】

Zhao Rong opened his eyes.

See the bright starry sky.

Oh no.

It turned out that it was a dome with a dark background studded with night pearls and precious stones.

Zhao Rong was lying in the coffin, staring blankly at the dome, his pupils were slightly out of focus, and his brain seemed to be down for a few seconds.

It seems to be in a daze after waking up, and it seems to be reminiscing about some residual dream.

"Hey, Mr. Zhao is awake?"

At this time, Gui's teasing laughter came from the heart lake.

Zhao Rong raised his sword eyebrows slightly, and ignored the sword spirit. He first touched his body with his left hand, and first touched a piece of soft but wet silk fabric, like washed clothes that had been dried for half a day and were barely dry.

Zhao Rong straightened up, sat up from the coffin, and looked down at the piece of 'silk cloth' that was tightly grasped by the five fingers of his left hand.

It turned out to be a red dress, which seemed to be stained with blood, and also seemed to be stained with some other liquid, making it a little wet.

At this time, he was completely naked, except for a red dress that belonged to a certain woman, covering his body.

Beside him lay a sumerous object, a scabbard, and a gray cigarette pouch that was so small and inconspicuous.

The cigarette pouch lay beside the scabbard, ordinary.

This is all the things in the dragon coffin.

Zhao Rong only glanced at the red skirt in his hand, then pursed his lips and put it down, turned his head, and carefully stared at the other hand.

Yes.

This time it was no longer the phantom limb that tricked him into still having his hands.

Rather... at the place where the severed arm was pulled out by the disfigured old Confucian scholar, another hand really grew.

This is a slender and fair right hand, well-proportioned in flesh and blood, without a trace of excess.

Under Zhao Rong's night vision, the white of the right hand is dazzling, even a little morbidly pale, but in the eyes of some people who love white aesthetics, it is likely to be a beautiful and extreme work of art, with a strange sense of beauty ...

He slowly clenched his fist with five fingers, feeling some kind of surging power from the depths of his flesh and blood.

pop... pop... pop...

As he clenched his fist hard, there was a series of crisp sounds of bones and joints similar to snapping fingers.

Like a newborn, crisp and powerful!
Zhao Rong inhaled slightly, "Is this my son's hand?"

He thought that this kind of man with slender and fair hands who could match a beautiful woman would only appear in books.

Or the hand of a "beauty" that only surpasses the peers of the Taiqing Mansion's proud peers with the kind of "beauty", just like Qing Jun.

Well, beauty can be male or female.

Because there is a kind of beauty that is neutral.

God is so unfair, she is not only a peerless arrogance, but also a handsome man and a beautiful woman.

Zhao Rong was also very upset before, such as him.

Nothing but soft food and great wisdom.

It's too unfair.

Thinking of this, the man in the coffin nodded in agreement.

"Wait, it shouldn't be the same as Yu Huaijin, it's too uncoordinated, but there may be a bonus when you go back to practicing the piano..."

Zhao Rong muttered: "For example, when Yu Huaijin escorted her to practice the piano, she annoyed her again. When she showed the ruler, she reasoned with her... For example, people with good hands don't beat people with good hands. "

While speaking, he thought of Yu Huaijin's extremely beautiful hands, which were very incongruous with her ordinary appearance.

With this in mind, Zhao Rong's gaze suddenly turned to his left hand.

Also slender and fair.

It is also called flesh and blood...

As good as the right hand.

He froze for a moment.

As if beginning to realize something, Zhao Rong first closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Then slowly open your eyes.

The next second, he supported the coffin with one hand, jumped up suddenly, and jumped out of the coffin.

The body maintains a light but steady sense of balance.

Zhao Rong landed his feet firmly on the cold floor, still holding the wet red dress that was about to slip off.

The magnificent main hall is extremely empty.

There is only the open dragon coffin, and the strange man with red fruit next to the coffin.

The man lowered his head and began to move his eyes.

He looked at the rest of his body except his hands.

Where there should have been extensive burn damage.

At this point, he couldn't feel any pain.um~
The ruins, which are full of nine-day cold palace flowers, are still solemn and defeated today.

The arrival of some people and the departure of some people do not seem to disturb the sense of vastness and desolation that permeates it all the time.

This is a group of relics that, even if you don't know its past story, you still walk in it, feeling suddenly depressed and heavy.

This is the time brought by the scouring of time and flowing water in Wannianji, the endless historical dust that fell, and the hasty departure of the ancient people and people who once built this mythical city and threatened to let the bright moon never set. Heavy feeling.

However, at this moment, at the edge of the ruins, outside a large hall on a dark cliff.

This sense of timelessness seems to have been completely destroyed by a certain little girl.

The little fish guarding the gate is hopscotch.

On the ground in front of her, a certain kind of abyssal stone collected from the depths of the North Sea, with mysterious lines that seemed to be beneficial to the magic circle, was drawing a crooked square house on the cold floor.

The 'house' is composed of small 'round' blocks... well, it should be small squares, and it is made of them, and there is a semi-circular roof on it.

But one thing to say, the painting of this house is really ugly.

But the little girl who lacked her front teeth didn't care, she played with full concentration and had a great time.

This is a popular jumping game among children of the Leaving Folk.

At this time, Xiaoyu held a few gravels in his hand, and threw one out carefully, then immediately put one foot on the ground, and jumped into the grid like a golden rooster, jumping happily...

This is a little girl on the verge of Tianzhi Realm.

It's no wonder she's so unreliable. When I was on the Xingzi Lake boat, where did I play these interesting children's games? Besides, no one wanted to play with her.

The current jumping grid game is something Xiaoyu has recently seen, and learned it not long ago when he and Sister Xiu'er stayed at a private house.

Stuck in the underground palace of the imperial mausoleum these days, she couldn't bear the childlike innocence and wanted to play games, but sister Xiu'er refused to let her skipping rope, rubber bands, and small stones be confiscated... Sister Xiu'er only said that she was in the solemn imperial mausoleum It's a bit outrageous to play this, and it's easy for other Li girls to see a joke.

But right now, Luo Xiu allowed Xiaoyu to play.

Weak and weak, she took those white clothes and took a step away from the girls, and returned all the skipping ropes, rubber bands, and small stones to Xiaoyu before she soared into the bright moon.

Let the little girl stay temporarily and guard in front of the main hall...

And let her play games at will, the floor here is so big, the little girl can just lie down and roll around.

When Xiaoyu heard the words, of course she immediately shook her head like a rattle. She had a serious face, and said to Sister Xiuer righteously that there is no game or not, and practice is the most important thing, so you can't slack off... Don't worry, Sister Xiuer , then leave it to Xiaoyu, you and your sisters can go first, be careful on the road...

Luo Xiu didn't say anything at that time, just took one more look at Xiaoyu, and then led the others away first.

After they left, Xiaoyu stood in front of the main hall, taking advantage of the aura that was leaking from the crack of the door, first practiced for a while, then scratched his head, and suddenly realized that sister Xiu'er was right, practicing It is most effective to combine work and rest.

Then she happily took out the pebbles and paintbrush, and jumped into the grid.

It's just a little fun, don't pass the level of "hopscotch" once and practice hard for an hour, um, such an arrangement is not too much, right?
Then Xiaoyu played from the beginning to the present.

Laughing to death, can't pass the level at all.

At this moment, outside the main hall, Xiaoyu is trying her best to clear the hopscotch game in order to practice once. At this time, she puts one foot on the ground and jumps forward vigorously.

At this moment, squeak——!
The main hall door was pushed open from the inside.

A man walks out.

The little girl who finally jumped into the last grid, with her back to the gate, staggered and almost fell.

In the next second, the spiritual energy in her body was running, and she supported her figure with the energy, and immediately stabilized.

Then Xiaoyu turned around and ran back without saying a word, stood in front of the square grid drawn on the ground, glanced at his feet quietly, and then moved a step to the side without expression...

Trying to block childish games on the ground with his small body.

At this moment, seeing the person inside the door open the door, she straightened her waist, with her small hands behind her back, her eyes did not blink, her small face was serious, as if she was waiting for something.

In Zhao Rong's words, it's an NPC who stood still and waited for the player in the previous life game. He was dedicated to posting missions, telling stories, and sending experience to the protagonist... what?You said the npcs were boring, and you secretly played a game just now?If it doesn't exist, don't talk nonsense.

The temple door was pushed halfway open.

Pressing on the door is a slender white palm, suitable for making women happy.

Well, it refers to the literary and artistic work that can cultivate women's sentiments and get pleasure from playing the piano and writing...

The light of the nine-heaven cold palace flowers all over the ruins shone inside the door, dispelling some shadows in front of the door, and revealing... the man's figure.

Zhao Rong walked out of the hall.

He was dressed in thin white clothes, and his black hair fell casually.

The exposed smooth skin on the face, neck, etc. is whiter than the white clothes. Against the backdrop of the thick and flowing black hair, it looks like the first snow in early winter, which is impressive and impressive.

The clear eyes, like spots of paint, narrowed slightly, as if adapting to the harsh light outside the door.

At this moment, Zhao Rong's thin white clothes seemed to be casually put on when he went out, with a simple belt, revealing a thick chest, with powerful muscles, but not the kind of explosive blocky chest muscles.

Instead, the lines are beautiful and smooth, perfect as a sculpture.

In fact, before today, Zhao Rong already had a good body shape, with beautiful muscle curves. Qingjun Xiaoxiao and the others have the most say in this point, which is due to his down-to-earth martial arts all the time.

However, his skin was tanned before, but now, he was burned by the flames, and he reshaped his body under the medicinal power of the pure white cold palace of the divine grade cauldron.

He turned white.

Very white.

Then match it with the graceful figure of a man like a sculpture.

This wave is simply lore.

Of course, it's not for women of all ages, such as the little girl outside the door at this time.

Xiao Yu was wearing Li Nu's white dress, with her hands behind her back, with a serious face, looking at Mr. Zhao who was slowly walking out from the door, who had become a little different.

As an NPC with no emotion, her eyes just stayed on Zhao Rong's chest muscles for a while, and then moved away emotionally.

However, after the little girl's eyes quickly swept across Zhao Rong's face, she first looked at the door next to him for a few breaths, then pretended to be nonchalant and looked back, took a look, and then moved away.

Xiaoyu couldn't help muttering in his heart.

Then, she looked at her nose, nose and heart, and couldn't look any more.

Zhao Rong covered his eyes with his hands and got used to the light outside.

Then he turned his head, narrowed his eyes and looked around.

Dark cliffs, magnificent and peculiar buildings, lost and dilapidated ruins...

He pursed his thin lips lightly, digesting the environment around his lower body.

During this period, Zhao Rong's eyes stayed on the dark cliff next to him for a while. At this moment, there was a strange autumn wind blowing up from the bottom of the cliff.

His eyes saw something different from the wind.

However, Zhao Rong moved his gaze away and temporarily put it aside.

He turned around and walked straight towards the little girl not far away.

The surrounding area is deserted, and the ruins are also dilapidated. Looking around, there is only one npc wrong, Xiao Li Nu, and only her figure, who is waiting for him?

Zhao Rong rubbed his face and came to Xiaoyu.

"Well."

The little girl was dressed in white and stood with her hands behind her back, pretending to look deeply at the sky next to him, instead of looking at him.

Her small face was full of seriousness, she turned to Zhao Rong, and said in a cadence, "My lord, are you awake? Well, don't you, I have a lot of doubts to ask..."

Zhao Rong pressed her 'dog's head' with his big hand, rubbed it wildly, and directly interrupted the spellcasting: "What about her?"

Xiaoyu: "...!!!"

Son!Why don't you follow the routine, that's not what's written in the drama book...

The little girl broke her skills immediately, and dropped the pebbles with her two small hands behind her back, pretending to be an expert, and raised her hands to cover her small head that was being rubbed.

She opened her eyes wide and stared at Zhao Rong.

Shouldn't the young master who was sacrificed by the chivalrous woman to save his life be awakened from his dream, and his spring dream has no trace?Confused for three consecutive times, where am I, who am I, what happened during this time, why are there tears on my face... At least it will take a long time before I know that there is a chivalrous woman who repays her kindness In order to save his benefactor, he resolutely paid so much.

Then the young master suddenly realized that he felt guilty and moved, but he couldn't make up for it, and he kept regretting... Then, when the two met again after many years, it was probably the chivalrous woman who brought back the shofar braided child who was born into the soul. Young Master, with an unbelievable and disappointed expression.

And then... the fierce conflict between the illegitimate son from outside and the eldest son of the real wife...

When Xiaoyu had just hopscotch, she had already thought about it, and she would definitely stand by the side of sister Xiuer's child, but if the main room of the young master's family happened to be Xiaoyu's benefactor Zhao Qian'er, then she would be sad... …

But now...

　Thanks to the good brother "whtilr" for the reward of 5000 coins!Thank you for the 3000 coin reward from the good brother of "The No. 2577 Divine Book and Sword Lady of All Ages"!Thanks to the good brother "I don't usually laugh" for the reward of [-] coins!Thanks guys!
　　(PS: In the morning, I am modifying the chapters of the Little Black Room and submitting them for review. I have been busy all morning, but in the afternoon, halfway through the code words, there is good news from the background, and chapter 554 has also entered the Little Black Room! Is this reasonable? Woooooo , why the more code words, the less...

　　To be honest, it is logical that 554 has already been reviewed, so I can watch it a few days ago, but I suddenly went in today, there is only one possibility, there is an insider reporting...

　　Good guy, I don't let such a book that hit the street go, damn it...

　　Forget it, not much to say, there are still two chapters today after the code words, anyway, I am used to entering the small black room, and the inside is the same as home, well, I often go home and have a look. )
　　
　
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