Legend of Fu Yao

Luolongtai finally sucked up the blood of the dragon, and recovered in the autumn rain. The supervisors returned to the war in the south, and the war Nancheng had already heard that Meng Fu’s suspicion of sending the North Heng on the road was not unhappy. On the contrary, it reveals a point of relief - this kid is not a cool person.

Meng Fu shook his cold eyes and sneered a little, but it was only the emperor's heart. He was all around the world's deepest future emperor. He had never eaten pork and had never seen a pig run. Dealing with that guy is not enough, it is not enough to deal with you.

She rode her horse home, from the palace to her residence to pass through a piece of Zizhulin, which is the only secluded place in the center of the city. Thousands of purple bamboos sway in the wind and rain, the bamboo dew is clear, the sound is crisp and pleasant, and Meng Fu shakes in the bamboo forest. Riding on the trail, listening to it, said: "This is probably the only place where the wind and rain are the quietest at the moment."

There was no echo behind him, Meng Fu frowned, and Tie Cheng did not like to talk, so Yao Xun should also make fun of it? This guy is the most shameless and will be flattering.

She raised her eyes, a little bamboo leaf in front of her, rolled over the fine dewdrops, and the light flashed away, and she saw a pink shadow.

Meng Fu Sha suddenly burst out.

She took a hand and didn't go back from the moment. The man rushed forward, and the bamboo leaves around her body suddenly slammed back and forth!

Halfway through, the bamboo leaves are folded in one piece, and they are shot back with a bang, and a thousand knives and a needle are shot at the heart of Meng Fu.

Meng Fu shakes the fish like a slippery body, the body has already let the bamboo leaf blade knives, the hand stretched out, the hollow caged the cluster of bamboo leaves, let the pale blue slightly yellow under the palm of the palm, smiled and looked at the small pink , said: "Too, don't you teach you that men and women don't kiss you?"

Too sneaked out from the stiff Yao Xun, and the red face was white, and the old horse was smashed. How to see how it didn’t match, she frowned and looked at Meng Fu, saying: "The world, men and women, see me. It’s the same, it’s just an ant.”

"Is it?" Meng Fu shouted. "So too embarrassed. Do you still hold the ant's waist and still don't rely on the ants' shoulders? You are really petite."

Taihao Baoguang’s eyes glanced at her and said, “Are you jealous of me? No one tells you what the price of the person who will blame me? Also, say that I am not as good as him? I killed him, he is not better than I am short?"

Meng Fu Sha immediately issued a knife!

When Tai Hao just said "I killed him", Meng Fu shakes "弑天" has been pulled out, the black knife flashed, and the direct vote was too embarrassing.

Too embarrassed is just a cold scream, the big lara raised his hand to pick up, but did not prevent the knife but a half-turn, turned a direction, Huo Di chopped to the horse's leg, the knife handle knocked on the horse's leg, the bones cracked in the horse Daddy, too much to prevent the virtual tricks, suddenly a body.

She has a natural strain, and she has already vacated since she squats, but she still does not let go of Yao Xun. Meng Fu shakes her hand and quickly catches a thing on the top of a piece of Zizhu. She wants to look at it too, but because The man was too short to see, and he had to step on Yao Xun’s body and rise again. When he vacated, he felt that there was a wind blowing under his feet. Meng Fu Sha had already bowed his head and took Yao Xun down.

Too looked up and saw the purple bamboo that had the card, but found that it was a toothpick. Her face was purple, and she turned over and stood on a thin bamboo leaf, staring at Meng Fu Sha with a look that was inconsistent with her appearance. "You are very cunning, but it is not useful to be tricky."

Meng Fu smiled and looked at her. Although this gnome martial arts is high, it is obviously insufficient for the enemy's experience. It is not difficult to make a tie with her own self-healing injury and the existing "breaking nine" skills.

Then why must we fight with her? Her temperament, "The long-term grandson is going to do something, I must destroy what", why can't I use it in reverse?

"I said what do you want to do here?" Meng Fu shook, "kill me? Then I slap me? What do you say so much nonsense?"

"What do I kill you?" I am too expressionless. "I am an authentic teacher. I am different from the long-term grandson who is a half-way. I am not an enemy. I will not kill."

Meng Fu was overjoyed and listened to Taixu: "I just told you to bring a letter to the great-grandchild, and the teacher asked him to ask him to listen carefully."

Meng Fu listened to this strange word, and said: "He is coming from the teacher?"

"No."

"What does he hear?"

"You just have to bring it." Too impatient.

"Why don't you go?" Meng Fu shakes her impatient.

Too silent, eyes sullen, half a sigh: "You ask me more, I really killed you."

"Don't ask, don't ask," Meng Fu shrugged. "Miss Tai Chi, please concentrate on practicing and concentrate on killing the longevity of the Sun, don't have anything to do with us, and kill me if you kill me. Don't enter me. When I was in the palace, I was stunned by the imperial palace. It was the person I wanted to protect."

Too singly said: "When is it your turn to order me?" She turned and walked away. She took a few steps and suddenly turned back. "You probably thought you would be the queen of the great-grandfather?" She looked at her with a weird look. Meng Fu shook his eyes, and the eyes were dark and deep, like a piece of jade that was sinking in the abyss, and embedded in Meng Fu’s eyes.

She said: "You are pitiful."

Meng Fu Sha was hit by the eyes and pointed at his nose, saying: "I? Poor?"

Too indifferent to look at her, the body shape has disappeared, leaving Meng Fu shaking and looking at the sky, but suddenly there is a bamboo leaf screaming, and there is a touch of fragrant smell, Meng Fu shake did not look back, said: "You again Come pick me up, I am not a child, and I don’t know if you look too much."

The great-grandchild smiled and said: "Children are more worried than you."

Meng Fu turned his eyes and asked: "You just heard that sentence, what do you mean?"

Behind him, the great-grandson Wujiu did not answer. His breath sank in the purple bamboo forest in the rain, and it became more and more bleak. Today, he seems to have some thoughts. He is a little disobedient. He will take Meng Fu into his arms and say, "When, when, Can we work in the same direction?"

Meng Fu shakes his head and looks at him. His eyes are bright and clear, and the light purple robes reflect the deep purple bamboo leaves. The whole person seems to have a kind of fuzzy mottled. Meng Fu shakes his chest and feels that his breath is somewhat unstable. Suddenly, I felt that my mood was sinking. I didn’t know where there was a sweet smell. The evil was stuck in my heart. She sighed and said: "The long-term grandson, give up."

The long-haired Sun Wuji was stiff and silent, and Meng Fu shook his thoughts and said lowly: "In fact, it is too stupid to be like a vicious temper. The martial arts is also high, but her height is... oh, I really have a I am relieved to be worthy of your good girl."

The long-term grandson was silent for a long while, and suddenly laughed.

He smiled, completely different from the gentle grace of the weekdays, Sen cold and sharp, he slammed his sleeves and suddenly pushed Meng Fu.

This is the first time he has pushed her open since he met Meng Fu.

Meng Fu shakes back silently and says nothing. He leans back and leans against a piece of Zizhu.

"Meng Fu shakes..." Chang Sun Wuji looked at her. "Do you have to make a mess? Are you not enough to wake up last time? You don't understand, your "carefulness" at the moment is the biggest irony to me. ?"

Meng Fu shakes and smiles, and half awkwardly said: "I really want to mess with you, I will not be so evil and evil."

The long-term Sun Wuji looked at her and smiled a little. He said: "When I am not willing, I will never stop you from chasing your way. Then please please compare your heart, not my chase."

Meng Fu shakes the sky and wants me to care for your chase... The question is whether the object you are chasing is me. You are so affectionate and hugged all day, do you think I am wood? When the wood is still in the quicksand, will a big living person not fall into the trap of your warmth? You are simple, you don't know how hard it is for me to stick? I insisted that my teeth also bite, the bones are also painful, the physiological period is also disordered, and even the hormones are secreted less... I am easy?

The man in front of him sinks in the secluded shadow of the bamboo forest, noble and quiet, like an unshakable god... This is a god-like man, perfect and impeccable, even the warmth given is solid as jade, no one can find it. And wrong, yes, he is right, he will never be wrong, so she became the wrong one, she is ruthless, she is cold, she has no heart, she is shameless and indifferent... Meng Fu shakes her eyes, suddenly feels very incomparable I am so bored, why are you coming here? Why do you want to meet him? Why do you want to fall into the mud of love and not love, and guilty for having to refuse him all day – what is she guilty about? She is not the one who is hurt herself? She is more difficult than him, and he just needs to ignore the matter and ignore the woman. It is so unfair, so unfair... What do you say about your heart?

She began to grind her teeth, and the unclear evil came from the bottom of my heart and hated to be born with courage. Instead of being tortured by the tenderness of each other day and day, it was better to have a hundred clean, thoroughly breathe him, and let time slowly heal each other. The wound, that is the most humane treatment, isn't it a break? My grandmother didn't talk about the soap opera in love but saw a lot, knowing what words can knock you down.

"The long-term grandson, I hate your chase, can you please disappear in front of me, I don't want to continue to owe you, and I will never be able to live with such a lifetime of debts, so please let me go." It’s just letting go of yourself. This is my true heart. I’ve said this time in my life, thank you, I hope I will never see you again.”

It’s good to practice “breaking the nine squats”. This lungs is really exciting and tearful... Meng Fu shakes the tears of “excited”, hates a hand, turns around and does not go to see the grandson behind him. Promise face.

She walked her head forward, her eyes bright, her head was too high, and the reason she suspected that the high purpose was just to prevent some liquids from flowing smoothly. She stepped heavily and couldn’t help but always Stepping out of the gap, erecting the ear to find the sound behind him, but behind him is as quiet as ever, quiet as a pool of stagnant water, even the sound of the purple bamboo swaying does not smell, Meng Fu shakes incomparably want to turn back, want to look back to see what he is in the end What she was doing, however, she reached out and stuck her neck, holding her head and walking around to avoid the side of the bamboo forest, and said: "Go!"

There was a sudden wind behind me.

The extremely fine and fine flow, swirling from the sole of the foot, brought a thin leaf to make a spin, and floated on the foot of Meng Fu.

Where is the wind?

At the other end of the bamboo forest...

Meng Fu shakes Huoran back, and at a glance, he sees the other end of the bamboo forest, the tip of the deep purple bamboo leaves, a pink figure appears, sneering with a flash of light in his hand, and straightforward has been standing for the local grandson.

Meng Fu Sha immediately rushed to the past.

She slammed so fiercely, like a lion with a lion and a lion, down the mountain. The place where the purple bamboo leaves rose, the chaos became a deep purple koi, and the wind that was passed by her instantly. Kneaded into a ball, and I dropped it behind me. She was not there. The black knife tip had been desperately trying to meet the light-colored odd-shaped weapon. She was desperate enough to stretch the arm and make a slight squeak of the joint friction. It sounded like a small explosion in the quiet space.

Damn it! At the moment, the long-term Sun Wuji must be the slowest!

In the other direction, the guards also rushed to the top, but the brakes and sleeves of the swordsmanship were waved. Within three feet, no one but Meng Fu could wear her suffocating.

The blue light is cold and cold, and the heart is straight, the long-term Sun Wuji looks back, and the fingers are handed over to the knife. However, whether it is too embarrassing or Meng Fu Sha, it has been seen that he is indeed a slow step.

Meng Fu Sha is also a slow step - she is too far apart.

"哧-"

Very fine weapons into the sound of the meat, listening to Meng Fu and even the heart is cold.

Too screaming laughter sounded at the same time, a few minutes of madness and a few points of distraction, and she smiled: "I finally won you once!" The tip of the sword straight into the palm of the hand stopped halfway, but picked up!

That sword, not into the heart, but to live and cut open the longevity of the longevity!

The raised sword front is as bright as the galvanic electricity, and the **** beads are not hesitant to sever the skin. Seeing that there is no stagnation all the way down, the blade suddenly stops.

Meng Fu’s palms blocked the sword.

The blood rushed out from the palm of the hand and ran down the trough of the blade. It flowed into the back of the longevity of the longevity, and the blood of the two men mixed together and slowly fell into the ground covered by the deep purple leaves.

Meng Fu shakes his face and does not change his color. He stretches his finger to pinch the tip of the sword. He wants to pinch the sword. The sword doesn’t know what the material is. It doesn’t slip, Meng Fu shakes his hand, and it’s a skin wound. .

She was very angry, and she did not even pinch the sword. She rushed up and slammed into the blade and slammed into the blade. She used her own shoulder to knock out the sword that was still behind the longevity.

The long-term grandson suddenly reached out and took her to her body. The fingers swung her to the back of her body. This action made the sword that had not been removed from the back a bit deeper, and the blood rushed out. Shallow The purple robes immediately became deep purple, too stunned, and the eyes were a little embarrassed.

His sleeves, silk robes are just as hard as a board, thick and hard smashing out, slamming the sword, strange waves of vibration came from a wave, too soft, involuntarily let go of the sword, the long-term stepless pull Out of the long sword, the hand is raised, the sword is like electricity, not shooting her, but it is not far away from a pool.

Too, he turned over in the air, and quickly went to pick up the sword given by the teacher's door. The sword hit the stone on the edge of the pond. Suddenly, the mirror returned faster. Too fast and avoiding it, and reaching for the sword, the body just got Halfway through, suddenly settled.

The long-lost fingers of the grandson have already pressed her eyebrows.

He was full of blood, and it was a deep red fingerprint on the eyebrow. It made the face of the pink scorpion look like a good boy. However, her eyes were absolutely not good, even frightened. She looked at it in horror. With that finger, he said: "You dare to use the ban on me -"

"You have forgotten, and in addition to confining the memory, you can still leave a lifelong mark on you." The grandson looked at her with faint faintness, calm and waveless, looking at the face that was too gray, and slammed her out with a finger. "I think this is the punishment that suits you best!"

Too, one turned over and turned down the purple bamboo leaves, and quickly reached out to the forehead, this wipe wiped the blood, but the forehead fingerprints actually did not erase, so bright and deep red set there, it looks very funny.

Too sly face was white, tears almost rushed out of the eyelids, she rubbed her feet, and turned aloud and turned away, Meng Fu Sha did not care for her, the wind generally rushed up, holding a long-term grandson, rushing on his body "How are you, how are you..."

She touched the back of the long-term Sun Wuji, with a dripping blood, so bright and shocking, she was shocked and her voice changed. She shook her lips and twitched her clothes to wrap him, but her hands shook very badly. How to tear can not tear the fabric, I feel that the long-term Sun Wuji body is a little soft, hurry to hold him to sit down, and to tear clothes, the grandson Wujiu suddenly reached out and held her hand.

His palms were cool, with some blood, his gestures were still gentle, gently moving Meng Fu's tearing hands, and his back was smeared on her face. This wiped a finger of crystal clear liquid, followed him. The fingers dripped, and the blood on the hand was washed into a faint pink. Meng Fu swayed his fingers and touched his eyes with his back. Only then did he find out that he had already burst into tears.

This cognition made her heart sour - the original human feelings will betray their own will, how can they die, the tears will still shed tears, she will look at her tears, more tears will burst out In the splattered tears, she rushed into the arms of the great-grandchild, and burst into tears:

"I am not good, I am not good... I don't know what happened to me... I suddenly lost my soul and said that those mixed words...I am not good... Call me, beat me, beat me... ”

As she cried, she used her hand to block the wound. In her arms and the long-term grandson, she was desperately trying to find a golden sore medicine, and arbitrarily stuffed those baby pills into the mouth of the great-grandchild, and the wound touched in her palm seemed to be cut in her heart at the same time. She cut her heart vertically and horizontally and was full of scars. Those scars were also bleeding from the sudden, **** and fuzzy wraps around her heart, so that my heart beat so urgently and so slowly, she could hardly find her heart. .

The long-term Sun promise, but smiled softly in her arms, put the finger of her tears on her lips, as if to taste the salty tears, raised her hand and touched her hair, closed her eyes a little tired, Road: "Let me sleep for a while..."

He really closed his eyes and quietly slept. Meng Fu stared at his pale face, his long eyelashes, and his heart suddenly smashed by the chariot - he, he, he, he would not Is it dead?

She shook her hands, trembled and touched the long-lost Sun Wuji pulse, actually touched it several times without touching it, so it was easy to touch it, and then spit out a long, soft, soft ground, she silently lingered on the wet purple bamboo leaves Suddenly, the soul is flying outside, I don’t know what to do.

There was a hidden guard, trying to pick up the protagonist, but she has calmed down and pushed him away: "I am coming."

My fault, I am coming.

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The long-term Sun Wuji and Meng Fu Sha, fell into the cold war period.

In fact, this is not very accurate. It should be said that Meng Fu shakes his face and sees the long-term grandchild, so the two do not meet.

Every day she sullenly sipped on the eaves to drink, sang some lyrics to the moon, and drunk on the roof tiles. In the middle of the night, she turned over and kicked the quilt and kicked off a few roof tiles. It is not necessary to calm down, Zong Yueyun can't manage her, even the long-lost Sun Wuji's favorite pet, recently came out and went into the forehead, and suddenly turned a blind eye to Meng Fu.

Meng Fu shakes every day to drink and think about it. He feels that what happened that day is not right. His sudden evil is not right from the gallbladder. Although the idea is true, it is indeed suppressed for a long time, but it is so vicious. The outbreak is really not like what she will do if she is still calm, unless there is a primer, what is the introduction? It will not be the words of the great-grandchildren, and the problem should be in the Taiji.

She carefully recalled that all doubts were fixed in the eyes of Taiyi when she said the last sentence to her. The eyes only felt strange at the time, but they thought it was wrong afterwards. The martial arts of the long-term Sun Wuji is not biased towards the spirit. Control that kind? Was Tai Chi moved to myself?

So she inexplicably intercepted herself but did not do it, just to control part of her spirit, relax her vigilance, and then use her to fight against the protagonist of the grandson, and then take the opportunity to attack - she should have thought of, can cultivate the longevity of the Sun The teacher's door, how can it be too embarrassing? It’s too stupid to think that the lack of combat experience means that there is not enough IQ. It’s really a hopeless pig!

Meng Xiaozhu figured out all the joints, but felt that it didn't help, she could still think of the hole of the long-term Sunless vest? She hurts him... she hurts him... I think she can't wait to be self-satisfied with the people. The only important significance of her existence in her life is whether he hurts both physically and mentally.

Meng Fu sorrow looked at the moon, once again lazy to respect a family, muttered: "Hey you sly, tell you to run? Call you rushing to the moon? Calling you to travel through time and space? This next time not go Is it right? If you can’t go back, you’ll still kill the pigs, and you’ll change from a marshal to a monk. Are you consciously unconscious?”

"What are you talking about?" Someone sat down beside her, snatched her jug, took a sip of her mouth, and smiled: "The wine at home is finished for you, and I am not drinking."

"Home?" Meng Fu shook his eyes and said, "I don't have a home."

"Meng Fu shakes, where is the heart, where is the home." Yalanzhu turned his head, his eyes brightened like two black pearls, "Your home, here."

"Hey--" Meng Fu shook her back to her awkward smile.

"I know you don't admit it," Yalanzhu shook his head helplessly. "I don't know who was a ghost of a few days ago. The blood of the great-grandson slammed into the house, and shouted at the door to call the ancestors, and it was me. Scared to death, thinking that you two sensational, Meng Fu shake, I should find a painter to draw your appearance, see how hard you are."

Meng Fu shakes down and squats his head into the crotch, licking his hair like a leek.

"Grandma dripping me so entangled -"

"Tangle your head." Yalanzhu knocked her at the jug. "You told me last time, live in the moment, remember not? Live in the moment!"

"I live in the moment and will harm people from now on and can only live in the past--" Meng Fu shakes to continue.

Yalanzhu couldn't bear it. He took a foot to the roof and then smashed Meng Fu.

The rumble of the rumble, mixed with the roar of the wow, and then suddenly fell to the silence, as if the mouth of the monk was suddenly blocked.

Yalanzhu screamed at the hole that was opened, and shouted innocently: "You haven’t been ruined by the protagonist of the long-term grandchildren? I put the mouth to the shameless guy who drank on the roof and drank on the roof. Hey, I will receive it..."