God-level ancient martial arts master

Chapter 535

Lin Yu is not a gentleman, let alone an impotent like Liu Xiahui.

"Qiqi, this is not a trivial matter, have you thought about it?" Lin Yu asked with some distress.

Li Qi nodded vigorously, with a smile in her eyes, she replied, "Well, I've made up my mind!"

After finishing speaking, she gently closed her eyes, her cheeks were flushed, like white lotus flowers that you can pick...

During the whole process, there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, like a spring breeze caressing a willow, blissful and tranquil.

At dawn, Lin Yu hugged Li Qi tightly and said, "Qiqi, come back with me!"

Li Qi's eyes lit up first, but soon the light disappeared and returned to calm, just like the water in an ancient well, without the slightest ripple.

She shook her head lightly and said, "No need, I'll be satisfied with tonight!"

After finishing speaking, she paused slightly, then smiled and said, "I wish you and sister Xiaoya happiness!"

Hearing Li Qi's words, Lin Yu's eyes were moistened.

"Qiqi, I'll come back to pick you up when I finish what I'm doing!"

Li Qi did not refuse this time, but nodded vigorously.

Lin Yu stayed with Li Qi for three days.

During these three days, they didn't go out, just stayed in the room and talked.

Talk about all kinds of things in the past, some happy and some unhappy...

Three days later, Lin Yu returned to China by plane.

Li Qi didn't go see him off, she was afraid that she would not live up to her expectations, so she wiped her tears when parting...

In the evening of the same day, Lin Yu rushed to Jiangnan City.

When he saw Ye Xiaoya's innocent smile, he felt that all the hard work was worth it.

"Yu, the phoenix flowers in the back mountain are blooming, come and see them with me!"

Lin Yu nodded with a smile and replied "OK".

Tianhai City, Qingxuan Xiaozhu:

The bright red phoenix flowers are competing for beauty.

A gust of wind blows, and the phoenix flower branches sway with the wind, turning into a sea of ​​flames.

"It's so beautiful!" Ye Xiaoya's clear eyes flashed an innocent smile, and she praised sincerely.

Lin Yu wanted to fold a phoenix flower and put it on Xiaoya's head, but she stopped her.

"Yu, don't pick it, the flowers will wither soon if they leave their roots!"

Lin Yu withdrew his hand resentfully, smiled slightly, and said, "Well, I listen to you, don't pick it off!"

Ye Xiaoya smiled, and even Concubine Yang Gui, who "looks back and smiles all the time, the six palaces are colorless", would probably have to cover her face and cry when she saw her smile, feeling ashamed.

A few colorful butterflies flew over and danced around Ye Xiaoya.

Ye Xiaoya's clear eyes followed the dancing of the butterfly.

Suddenly, she saw a slightly withered yellow phoenix petal, which fell to the ground.

She moved lightly with lotus steps, bent down lightly, picked up the petal, and placed it in her white palm.

After a moment of silence, she swirled lightly and sang Daiyu's burial chants from "Dream of Red Mansions".

Flowers wither and flowers fly all over the sky, who will pity the red and fragrance?
The gossamer is soft and fluttering in the spring, and the fluff is lightly dipped in the embroidered curtain.

The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the evening of spring, and is full of melancholy.

Hoe the flowers out of the embroidered curtain with your hands, and bear to step on the falling flowers to and fro.

Willow silk and elm pods come from Fangfei, regardless of Tao Piao and Li Fei;
If the peach and plum can be sent again next year, who will be in the boudoir next year?
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At the end of the sky, where is the Xiangqiu?
If the treasures are not collected, the bones will be covered with a pure land.

The quality is pure and clean, and it is stronger than the dirty and trapped ditches.

Er died today, and Nong was buried, but when will he be buried?
Nong is buried in flowers today, who is laughing and crazy. Who is he who is buried in Nong this year?
Just look at the fall of the remaining spring flowers, that is when the beauty dies of old age;
In the spring, the beauty is old, and the flowers fall and people die!
Although classmate Lin Yu is a scumbag and has never read Dream of Red Mansions, but from Xiao Ya's sad singing, he heard the helplessness and sorrow of a weak girl facing a powerful fate.

He didn't speak, but walked over slowly, hugged Ye Xiaoya into his arms, and held her tightly, as if if he let go, he would lose her forever.

Ye Xiaoya slightly raised her head and looked at Lin Yu with a happy smile in her eyes.

Lin Yu put his cheek against Ye Xiaoya's face, rubbed it lightly, and said in a low voice: "Xiaoya, don't worry, you will be fine!"

Ye Xiaoya smiled slightly, revealing two cute dimples.

It was dusk at this time, and the red sunset was setting, like a clear spring flowing in the Milky Way, tightly pouring on Lin Yu and Xiao Ya, shining brightly...

Meanwhile, Skynet HQ, Ghost Island:

When the news of the tragic death of the beast king Hu Tianxiao and the complete destruction of the Huaming gang came back, the ghost king of Xiangxi was furious, and smashed the granite table into powder with one palm.

"Trash, trash, a bunch of trash!"

Skynet's new dignitary, sniper god Smith, saw that his chance to make meritorious deeds came, so he hurried forward and volunteered: "Ghost king calm down, this subordinate will go to Tianhai and get the dragon ball back!"

The ghost king glared at him angrily, and scolded: "Hu Tianxiao, the king of beasts, White Shark, the overlord of the water, the Indian snake king, and Luthor, the king of spears, all fell into Lin Yu's hands one after another. If you go rashly, you will die in vain , what else can I do?"

Sniper Smith was so trained that he couldn't speak, so he had to hang his head like a grandson.

The ghost king waved his hand and said: "This matter is of great importance. This king wants to go to China in person. If you have nothing to do, go to Africa and help the Lion King deploy Africa!"

"Yes, Ghost King, this subordinate obeys!"

After dismissing the sniper god Smith, the ghost king walked towards the secret room of the ghost island alone.

When her eyes fell on a handful of dusty magic weapons, a cold smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

She still left a pawn in Huaxia, as long as she can make good use of this pawn, a complete comeback is just around the corner.

The name of this chess piece is: Jian Wuhen!
Yanjing, Shangguan Manor:
Jian Wuhen locked himself in the room since he was defeated by Lin Yu at the Xiangxi Ancient Martial Arts Conference.

In the room, he only does one thing, and that is to practice swords day and night!

"Damn it, God, why are you so unfair? My Jian Wuhen is not as good as Lin Yu?"

Jian Wuhen's pupils contracted, his face was ferocious, and he pointed at the sword and cursed at the sky.

Just then, a gust of wind blew over and the windows creaked.

Jian Wuhen was startled, subconsciously drew his sword and stabbed.

The figure of the coming person flashed, like a ghost, dodging away very casually.

Jian Wuhen was furious in his heart, the long sword in his hand was swung violently by him, and the move was a killer move that wanted to drink blood.

However, every time he thrust out, it was like lifting a rock and smashing it hard on the cotton, without any strength.

Just like that, after more than a dozen moves, Soi Ying suddenly stopped and stood quietly in front of Jian Wuhen.

Although Jian Wuhen had already seen the identity of the person who came, he swung his sword and stabbed him...

(End of this chapter)