Legend of Fu Yao

responsible to you?

You saved me, I am responsible to you?

Meng Fu shakes his eyes, how does this sound so strange?

This Yuan Zhaozhao, speaking up, the ability to steal the concept of reversing common sense is really high.

Meng Fuyao thought that he was not an opponent. He had to take a step back, leave his fragrant and confusing range, and touch the nose to shift the topic. "I actually have an idea, just a little risky..."

"Then do what you want." Yuan Zhaoxuan asked, not very casual.

Meng Fu shakes him. "Do you know what I think?"

"What you want is to plant and frame, and to rule the people with their own way." Yuan Zhaoxiao smiled and hated.

Meng Fu shook his mouth and decided to lick him, half a squat, "Aphid!"

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In the early autumn of the mountains, there has been a bit of winter, the maple leaves hung early in the frost red, in the more cold moonlight red is fascinating and strange.

Xuanyuan Mountain Villa "listen to the wind and small 榭", today lived in a group of special guests, the distinguished guests, is the Taiyuan royal family, the three emperors are looking for meaning, 裴瑗 was seriously injured, according to the statement is not enough to alarm the emperor personally, but Qi Looking for a difference, his mother is a sly aunt, he is the closest cousin.

Qi Xingyi occupied a single-family house. He also came with him to stay with the guest. He lived in the "Easy Winds", and the man entered the room early. Don't wait for anyone to look at it. It looks special.

Lin Xuanyuan greeted the guests into the villa in the day, first accompanied them to Lantingju to visit, and then they listened to the wind and squatted to stay in Sanjiao before they left. He stepped on the cool moonlight moonlight to sleep. When I was away, there was some anxiety in my look.

After he left, he listened to the wind and recovered his silence. The lights disappeared. No matter what is going to happen tomorrow, I still have to sleep.

The night is quiet and the night is silent.

The top of the string is cold and cold at the top of the cloud, and the light is flowing like water.

"call."

In the cold light, a black shadow drifts across the courtyard like a broken kite. The sky floats past the front of the temple and floats on the second building.

The black shadows hang on the corner of the second floor, swaying under the shackles, swaying into a black smoke, swaying into the highest western loft in the wind.

So light, so fast, so quiet.

Even a bird on a banyan tree next to a small building that was dozing off with a closed eye was not alarmed.

The black shadow floated into the bead curtain and penetrated into the inner room. Under the black mask, a pair of bright scorpions were exposed, which belonged to Meng Fu’s eyes.

"Who!"

The black shadow just flashed into the door, and there was a cold, low drink when the darkness was neutral.

The man in the room was calm and awake, and there was no sleepiness for those who were awakened by the night.

There was a glimmer of light at the bottom of the eye, and Meng Fu shook silently, straight into the sleeves, and the sleeves shook. A black, dull dagger slipped out of the sleeves silently, like a snake-like flash. The heart of the man on the bed.

The man sneered, his sleeves glimpsed, it was just a soft bedclothes, but the steel was as hard as a jade, and the dagger hit the sleeves and slipped straight to the edge of the bed.

Meng Fu shakes the strain is also superb, the dagger slips, immediately turned upside down, shouting like a Dapeng from the head of the person turned over, fell to the other side of the bed, the head is not back is a backhand, directly poke the other side of the heart .

The man also seemed to be angry, and suddenly floated out of bed, like a white satin-like stack of several strange, and then escaped the fierce knife, then a bright sword light rose from the waist In the moment, the indoor glow is flourishing, and Meng Fu’s body shape is reflected.

The slender body belonging to the woman is outlined by the sword light, such as the smooth curve of the water wave, the delicate flowing spring at the lower jaw, and the swarm of waves at the abundance, becoming a fascinating waist. The whirlpool, watching people jump and jump, want to desperate.

The man of Yu Jian seems to be shocked by this Li Ying, the hand is slow.

Meng Fu, who was bathed in Jianguang, immediately took the opportunity to hold his head and went straight to the window. He seemed to dare not face the other party. He sneered behind him but suddenly screamed with a fierce murder. "Want to go?"

The sound is in the back, and the Jianguang is in a straight line, such as a lightning bolt that cuts the air, and goes straight to the heart of Meng Fu, who is holding the mouse.

The speed of the sword, and then straight rushing will be worn on the sword, but in desperation, Meng Fu shakes a slab bridge and then leans back to the ground, the tip of the sword wipes her nose and flies past, her face suddenly and silently The split is split and split into two halves and landed on the ground.

The man was shocked, waved a trick, the sword light reversed, and the hilt hit the shoulder of Meng Fu, and she fell to the ground.

The moonlight penetrates through the window and shines on the gray "white face" on the ground. It is a human skin mask that gently shakes in the night wind.

Meng Fu, who was cut off by the sword, looked back at the room.

The moon shines on her face.

I saw the face on the face because of the shock, but also the squirming screaming.

The cockroaches looked at the bottom of the heart and it was hard to forget that they would not want to see it again.

If it is just a slap in the face, but it has the beautiful shape of the ups and downs, like poetry, so that the next up and down, it is straightforward to sigh the world is not satisfactory, God has no adult beauty.

The man glanced at his eyes and his eyes were stunned.

Just such a sigh of God, Meng Fu Sha suddenly burst into the body like a young leopard, tiptoe over the long window, such as a black flexible spring, instantly popped out the window.

She passed the end of the banyan tree, took thousands of branches and swayed and danced, and screamed for a while.

A leaf flew high, drifted through the window that was slightly shaken, and fell to the tip of the man's sword, but there was a ruler, and suddenly it paused, then dissipated in the air and turned into a small pile of pale green.齑 powder.

The man has never moved.

His sword light condenses like a sea wave, and thousands of ray of light reflect his face, and Wufa is like a long-haired body, and a pair of Danfeng eyes are ignorant, and a few evils are somewhat romantic.

He licked his sleeves, and the pile of pale green powder immediately turned into a green mist, slowly rising in the quiet space.

The wind blew the bead curtains, and behind the man, a door leading to the East Pavilion suddenly opened silently.

A little white shadow in the door, sinking in the darkness of the darkness.

Seeing the white shadow, the haze of the man’s eyes immediately dissipated. When he turned his head, he recovered his calm and senseless expression. His tone also brought a bit of respect and deliberate kindness. “Zong Gongzi, sorry to disturb you.”

"The three halls are not polite," the white man came out of the darkness, and looked out at the leaves of the flying clouds. He had a thoughtful look at his eyes. "I didn't sleep."

He turned to look at the table, a little hesitant, and immediately searched for it. "I haven't touched these tea sets, even if you use them."

Sorry smile, the white man took the tea set and poured himself a cup of tea. His movements were light and stable, his palms were clean and slender, and there was no light in the room. His moonlight light and shadows were soft on his side, and his twilight and lip color were slightly light. Some, reminiscent of the new cherry blossoms in the early spring.

He gently moistened his lips with tea, and looked thoughtfully at the leaves that fell into the dirt, whispering, "These leaves...should not fall now..."

Looking around, I looked at the window with a slight disappointment, and then smiled. "Zonggongzi’s parents and parents, even the grass is still pity, looking for a very respectful."

"Call me more." Zong Yue faint smile, put down the tea pot, "I was born to love flowers and plants, see flowers and plants should not fall from time to time, can not help but a little hurt, and called the three halls to laugh."

"You also ask me to look for it." Looking for a big laugh, "The name is taken, it is to give people a call, why should the son of the son of the family be so troublesome."

He smiled boldly, but his eyes could not keep flashing. Zong Yue didn't open his eyes, and smiled shallowly.

Looking at his eyes, he slowly said, "You just saw that scene."

There is no change in the look of Zong Yue, only a slight decapitation.

"You said who sent it? Look at the body of the law, it looks like..." Seeking to stop and talk, the eyes are burning.

Zong Yue was silent for a long while, and Yan Yan smiled. "His Royal Highness is the first to know the world, and to study the heavens. This sinister has a certain action. In the heart of His Royal Highness, he must have been clear-minded. Unfortunately, the more filial, the more ignorant, the more you can’t see anything, otherwise It’s also a good idea for the temple.”

Looking for a sigh of relief, he waved his hand and smiled. "Zong Gongzi is too modest. In fact, Xiao Wang does not dare to take these troublesome things to disturb the son. The son still has to rest earlier, and the girl’s injury has to be called the son. ”

"The main injury of the county is not light, especially the wounds in the wounds are deeper. The wounds are easy to heal, but it is very difficult to completely restore the appearance." Zong Yue’s eyes showed a slight regret, "but I will try my best."

"Please come to the son."

Zong Yue silently returned to the ceremony.

His figure has just disappeared into the side door, and the state of chic and gracefulness on his face disappeared immediately. He stared at the direction in which Zong Yue disappeared. His eyes were gloomy and he squatted on the ground.

"Still!"