Legend of Fu Yao

Meng Fu Sha has recently ran to the "Chrysanthemum Road".

It is not who she is, but she always feels that the wind is stranger, that kind of gentle and knowledgeable people, should be accompanied by the book, a total of jade pipe, not so bright pearls, degenerate like a temple.

She has money, and is very refreshing, forcing the old man to agree to the redemption. Who knows that the wind is not willing to go, Meng Fu shakes his heart and is regarded as a liver and lung, very embarrassed, she is not a nosy person, but a good old man is an intellectual. Therefore, it is most unspeakable that the literati are in danger, and I don’t want to be really self-satisfied.

At that time, Feng Mo looked at her incomprehensible eyes and smiled slightly. His shallow sleeves were rubbed over the black wooden table, and she gave her a cup of fragrant chrysanthemum tea. She said, "I am waiting for someone." ""

Meng Fu shakes up the questioning eyes.

"She said that I waited for me here many years ago. After that, I drifted away from the Wuhu Lake for a long time. When she came back, she was no longer there. The original house was demolished and the museum was rebuilt. Many scenes have been completely unrecognizable, but there are some things in the yard. Still, the cluster of purple clouds she planted in the backyard was not removed, so I was reluctant to leave."

His slight smile is the unique style of a man who is older and more attractive. The shallow crow's feet of the corner of his eyes stretch out, a wonderful arc.

"As for this is like a temple - what does it matter?"

Meng Fu shakes silently, looking down at the green tea, the pale yellow chrysanthemum slowly spreads, like the deep corner of the tentacles stretched, implicating some untouchable past, in the past place, some people are waiting Everyone, everyone has people waiting for themselves and waiting for themselves. Everyone is forced to keep moving forward and change their trajectory in an impetuous life. Can they persist in waiting in the same place, but what kind of persistence is needed?

She had a dew on the bottom of her heart. It was a kind of touch to find resonance. The persistence of the wind and strangeness made her feel that she had met the companion.

People like Feng Mo are also suitable to be a companion. They don't care about the wind and the moon. They don't have privacy. The next good hand is a good piano. What's even more rare is that there is no incompetence and sneer of the three-game rookie. Out of the stupid moves, he also smiled, and carefully pointed out that a game of chess went from morning to noon, and Meng Fu swayed the board and thought about it step by step. He smiled and waited, his eyes drifting over the pure wooden corridor. The purple vetch of the ground.

Meng Fuyao feels that here she finally finds the peace of mind that she has never had in her life in the past eighteen years. Those who have been following and tormenting her responsibilities and hardships are exposed by the slender and bright eyes. Gradually smoothing, she is obsessed with this rare peace, likes to see the helplessness of the wind when she plays chess. She likes to see the gentle and warm gesture of his petty purple petals, like 掬It is a pearl-like dream scattered in memory, and when he carefully picks up the petals, the eyes with faint thoughts and shallow memories.

After a short period of time, it was the birthday of Feng Mo. The wind stranger did not tell Meng Fu Sha, but Meng Fu Sha remembered that he had a chatter when he mentioned his childhood when he was a child. In the afternoon, the two continued to drink chrysanthemum tea to talk about poetry. The book, in the evening, when the wind is sitting at the table again, it is not the chessboard, but a fine dish.

At the entrance of the room, Meng Fu shakes, raises his eyebrows and looks at him, saying, "Happy birthday."

The wind looked at her silently, and saw Meng Fu Sha think that his face was covered with rice or sprinkled with meat sauce. After a careful inspection, Meng Fufu looked at the wind and smiled. "You are moving?"

The wind smiled and didn't answer, and asked her to come over. Meng Fu shook him to sit next to him and blinked. "Hey, this is moving? Then I have a gift, take it out, will you hold me? cry?"

"You can take it out and try it." Under the light and shadow of the light red wind, the eyes of the wind are slightly bright, and the light is flowing, such as the water wave.

Meng Fu shakes the mysterious shackles, picks up a box, and the wind meets with a smile. Meng Fu rushed to urge him, "Open, open."

The ebony box has a light agarwood, the lid is open, the light is dazzling, and the eyes of the wind are gradually changing.

It is an extremely delicate crystal house. It has two courtyards, a short wall, a small well in the courtyard, three steps in front of the main entrance, a spinning wheel with a large finger on the gallery, and a small purple cloud in the backyard.

This is not like the gufang. This is the farmyard where she waited for him many years ago. It was unintentionally mentioned in his story. It was remembered by Meng Fu and until now, in such a day, the outline of the memory was turned into this one. Crystal courtyard.

Those past events that have solidified in the past have been **** in the heart, but they can still be turned into such beautiful objects, bright and unbearable.

The wind lingered over the house for a long time, Meng Fu shaked a little uneasy waiting, the ending of the story, he never said, maybe a tragedy? She is a little afraid of the gifts she has carefully delivered, and will eventually touch the pain of others.

The wind stranger smiled shallowly. He smiled, his slender and bright eyes were slightly stunned, and he was shocked. He carefully put the box away and said, "I am really reluctant..."

"What can't you give up?" Meng Fu waved and asked on the table.

"I don't want such a gift." The faint regret in the tone of Feng Mo has already dispersed. "For many years, the first time someone approached me like this, the first time someone sent such a gift."

"Not worth the money, don't laugh." Meng Fu waved his hand and gave the wind a drink. "Come on, you should drink a few cups for a good day."

The wine glass touched in the air, the fine porcelain collided with sound and the sound was crisp and exquisite, and the night bird in the distance was awakened and stunned.

“Every drink will be drunk” Meng girl soon drunk, and asked her windy tongue, “Will she come back?”

"I don't think it's important to go back." Feng Mo sat across from her, her eyes were magical and soft, and she was faint and faint in the softness. He reached out and stroked the long hair of Meng Fufu. The purple cloud of the garden is full of spirits.

For a long while, he gently said, "Meng girl."

"Well?" Meng Fu shook the glass of wine and looked at it.

The wind is thin and thin, and the lips are smothered with a soft and pure smile.

"I want to ask you... Do you like me?"

“Well?” Meng Fu shook his eyes and looked confused. His eyes were slightly swaying, his clothes swaying, and he was drunk so fast today. Also, the opposite wind seems to be particularly beautiful, and the eyes are more beautiful than the three grandchildren. Together, it also devours the heart.

She was kneeling on the table, drooling, and before the eyelids closed, she replied, "Like..."

The wind smiled, and the shallow sleeves slowly smashed on the table, like a peach blossom falling on the branch, carrying a dream of spring and white with five colors, he smiled and trembled, and the black hair blew down. With Meng Fu's shaking, he reached out and opened the hair, and picked up Meng Fu, and lowered his way. "Women and women are like this..."

He suddenly stopped.

The spring night is still, the night birds are small, and the creek flows in the distance.

The wind sneaked down Meng Fu Sha, slowly turned back, and the tone of voice has returned to calm, cold and cold, "Where is the high man, come out to see."

This voice is still the same, but the tone is completely different. If it is just like the gentle and courteousness of the dustyness of the temple, it is now the indifference and majesty of Weiling.

In the darkness, the pale purple figure appears slowly.

"Sure enough, you." Feng Mo regained his smile and pointed to Meng Fu, who was so drunk that he didn't know. "Hey, did you hear that? You liked the woman, just said that I liked me."

"Predecessors," Changzu Wuji seems to have never heard of his provocation, faintly said, "You have been playing this many years of tricks, not tired?"

"What are you tired of? Before I meet a woman who can resist me, I will never get tired of it." Feng Mo sneered. "Look, women are like this. They are three-and-a-half, water-based poplars. When men leave them, they will leave the wall. There is no exception."

His graceful caress, watching Meng Fu shake, very sighing. "I thought she would be an exception..."

"With the seduce of your unique world of dementia, why do you think that these women who are not as good as yours can resist?" Chang Sun said with a smile, "In your capacity, you want to kill people, you can kill them. Why do you need to find them?" Excuses, it’s hard to be an innocent woman in this world?"

"This is an old flower idiot who has been beaten up by the women in the world after being betrayed!"

On the tree outside the promenade, I suddenly explored a colorful figure, and I ran a bit of strange words learned from Meng Fu Sha, and the rattles were generally crisp and fast. "Hey, no conscientious old flower idiot, do you want to try? I am one of the three major sorcerers of the 'Birds'?"

Windsman squinted at Yalanzhu and smiled coldly. "Your father is coming in person, maybe I will look at it, you?"

He disdain to say it, raise his hand and point to the dark, saying, "There are two more, come out together, save the old man from all the troubles."

He looks like a young man, a beautiful jade-like appearance, but he calls himself a "old man". It sounds funny. Unfortunately, no one laughs. For such a famous person who has been down for 30 years, even the long-term Sun Wuji is on guard. A step back.

Because that is the "Xinghui Holy Hand", Fang will be ink.

After the wall of the courtyard, he jumped to the north of the field, and Zong Yue came to the main entrance. On the tree in front, Yalanzhu snorted, "Go!"

Fluttering all over the sky, flying birds of various colors, where the dark fog rises, the wings of their flying feathers are strangely weeping, and the hearts of people are like a strange, frequent, like a five-color feather, the eyes are deep. Red, a line of color dragged through the sky, straight to the side of the ink.

Fang left a long smile, a sleeve of a sleeve, the flower stand on the promenade crashed down, the vines fell like a net, and most of the birds were covered in it, fluttering their wings and fighting, only the leading bird The mouth is like a knife, and the first one tears a big hole, and the eagle squats.

The shots of the three generations of the great-grandchildren were also in front of Fang’s ink.

Purple light is like a practice, black shadow is like a hurricane, white figure is now hidden, such as fog floating in the heavens and the earth, a narrow courtyard floating in a layer of purple black and white, four colors intertwined, flying spins, hurricane ups and downs, like a tumbling Rolling the ever-changing rainbow.

Fang’s ink is light and easy to walk through among the youngest generations of the younger generation. His movements don’t look fast, but each shot has a astounding precision and strength. Every shot is full of silver. In the complex colors, interspersed with each other, dragging out the phoenix-like bright tail feathers, and the dark, unlit courtyard is full of glory, just like the dying galaxy from the sky.

This is the real star.

It’s not Guo Pingyi’s, it’s necessary to use Xinghui’s unique weapon to make such a gorgeous and awkward starlight, but to be born between the palms of the hand. When they are dragging and falling, each raised their hands and lifts their sleeves and turns around. Point, from far away, flying straight to the eternal, as the force of nature is irresistible, the starlight he possesses is infinitely broad and ubiquitous, with his own pace, controlling all the battles, at the extreme The exquisite and agile martial arts heights, and the ink itself, are already the stars that never fall.

Starlight is like a dream.

A dream that is intoxicated and gorgeous.

The fourth hundred strokes.

In the end, the only leader, the cockerel, whispered and rushed to the side of the door, and all the way to the colorful feathers flew around, wherever it fell, the grass was dead, and the shards were nowhere. No, Fang Zai Mo had to be slightly scrupulous, and let the body let.

This let, the battle he was in full control, immediately revealed a gap.

In the battle, the North King Kong 杵 silver light suddenly turned into a golden light, condensed into a golden light wall, and turned to the side of the ink.

The long-term Sun Wuji’s hand suddenly had a silvery wishfulness. The first-end cold flashes, and each grain is slightly raised. He passes through the only gap between the golden walls, and the cold light flashes. From the beginning, the shot is directed at the neck of the ink.

Zong Yue ran across the ground and flew in parallel with the ground. He suddenly showed a sword in his elbow, a sword with a very thin and very long shape. He didn’t attack any part of the ink, but suddenly he was as fast as lightning. Crossing the front of the body, the dark sword in the elbow, straight to the side of the ink and knees!

At this time, the ink will be cut off, and the sleeves will be poisoned. Even the breathing can not be used freely. He only retreats and temporarily retreats.

Retreat behind.

The three birds and one bird, immediately followed, never let go, the toes of the ink can be embarked on the porch of the porch, the hurricane has been chased, and the finger of the ink was thrown, the screen behind it was immediately pulled up, and the fiercely greeted three People offensive.

Cold smile, Fang Mou said, "I really want to die -"

He suddenly stopped.

With one hand, gently press on his back.

Some people laughed crisply, with a bit of flying in the bones.

"Who said that women are like this? Do you think that the old lady is as crazy as you?"

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The sound of the wind stopped, and the people in the yard smiled slightly except for the ink.

One hand presses the back of the ink, and grasps the screen with one hand. Meng Fu shakes the most proudly. "I finally wait until you step back into the house, and finally wait until you use objects to swear, otherwise I really can't approach you at random."

I took a deep breath and laughed at the ink. "Good, good."

His bright eyes plucked to the rear, just like asking the old friends to be warm, "No poison?"

"No before, no later." Meng Fu shook. "From your chrysanthemum tea, there is no."

"You are actually guarding from the beginning," Fang Zaimo smiled. "I still underestimated you."

"To be honest, I can't believe it. The top ten people will actually be a little sly. The legend says that you can't do anything without worrying. Just because you are looking for you, why don't you make your story clear? "Meng Fu yelled, "This place is your former residence. Others don't know. We still find out. You tell me the story that this is the place where she waits for you. In fact, the opposite is that you have been waiting for elopement here. she was."

Fang’s body trembled, and suddenly the voice was cold. “You say a word, I killed you.”

Meng Fu shakes silently and sighs. "You remember, I don't say that I am not afraid of killing you, but I don't want to expose you to the scars." She spread her hand and said, "Lock the drug."

"You also remember, I promised that you are not made by you, but because I like the gift." Fang Zai Mo silently took a piece of paper from his arms and threw it at the foot of Zong Yue. "I am too lazy to develop." Antidote, since no one is worth saving, why should there be antidote? This recipe, you have the ability to solve it."

He smiled a little awkwardly. "I really want to know how you will reconcile the nine foxes and the venomous snakes that died when this prescription is taken, without causing death."

Zong Yue picked up the prescription, and his eyes were wrinkled, and then he said, "There is only a heart that can't be solved in this world. There is no cure for it."

Fang Ruo ink sneered and did not answer, only to Meng Fu yelled, "With my strength, the body's true gas has automatically formed protection, you can only seriously hurt me, but can not kill me, you are sure you have to bear my life and death? ?"

“Did we not be alive and dead before?” Meng Fuyan asked curiously. “Is your chrysanthemum tea and the poison in the wine all sweet? Is it because you came to Huazhou to talk to me?”

"I promise you, I can save you once and kill you again." Fang Zai Mo said indifferently, "You think clearly."

"I don't think it's worth it." Meng Fu didn't think about it. "You have to kill me anyway. Anyway, I am not your opponent. Anyway, I am dead. I am rare that you will save me once."

"Is it?" Fang Zaimo smiled and looked at the four grandsons, "Don't forget, they also became my enemies tonight. If you don't kill me, and they can't stop me, the future. On my list of revenge, there must be a few more people."

"Why are you still unable to stop you when you are half dead? You are too self-conscious." Meng Fu shakes, but his heart is calculating, the power of the top-ranking strong man is desperately hard to estimate, hehe... It doesn't matter if you risk, how can you hurt others?

Looking at her look, the grandson suddenly said, "Shake, do what you should do."

In the battle, Kitano said, "I don't believe you hurt him. I still can't step on him. Come, shake it, give it a try."

Meng Fu shook a smile, suddenly let go, pushed Fang Fang ink out.

"It’s just a sad person," she said. "You are a person who lives in the past. There are a hundred crystal houses, and you can't light your heart."

"You have no poison in the dishes and gifts. I thank you." Fang Zai ink lifted his legs on the eaves, holding the crystal house, and the light clothes were floating in the wind, like another round of red. Month, "You have kept some really pure things for me, and I feel that there is finally a warmth that can be touched in this world."

"I have always been more than you, so I am more happy than you." Meng Fu waved his hand. "Mr. Fang, there is only one woman who offends you. Don't anger again."

"That's my business," Fang Zao ink deeply condensed her. "I hate to hate, I sent a vow to report, so I promise you, save you once, kill you again, then if you can't kill again. You, me and your grievances are over."

"The grudges are all out of their own." Meng Fu shook his sigh, "just do you."

Fang Yimo smiled and said, "As for the next time you meet, it is to save you or kill you... look at your luck."

He rolled a sleeve and floated up. The figure that was shot in the sky was like a glimpse of the eternal glory of the eternal light.

Meng Fu swayed his eyes and stared at his back, muttering. "There are many abnormalities every year. This year is especially good."

In the distance, Zhan Beiye exaggerated and stretched out and smiled. "You are yin, I am going to go, I am so big, I finally caught the bird."

Meng Fu shakes the long-term grandson who is coming across from the opposite side, gently, and laughs.

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The antidote has arrived, and the days of the Zhenwu Conference are approaching. Meng Fu Sha is ready to set off. He talks with the great-grandfather in advance, and the grandson is so ruthless. "I know you must go, but I hope you promise me, with the Promise of the Promise." To participate in the identity, until the time of the competition, Jane photographed itself."

Meng Fuyao knows that he hopes that the identity of the Promise General can provide him with a layer of protection. He smiles. "Why? Some boast why not blow? The general is always more than the flat-headed people. I am very vain."

The long-term grandson stroking her hair, said, "In fact, I hope you are more vain."

Meng Fu shakes far and looks at the sky and does not hear, what is more vain status than the Promise of the Promise? To talk to the great-grandchild, you have to carry 10,000 hearts.

"I have been away for too long, I have to go back to Zhongzhou for a while," said the long-lost Sun Wuji to the Yuanbao. "If I have time, I will go to you to find you. The Yuanbao adults will take you out and go out to meet the world, saving too much." ”

The invisible eyes of the ingots of the invisible eyes of the invaders are in the palm of their hands, and they use silence to protest the fate of being sent and sent.

Meng Fu took over the mouse and curiously asked, "Is the mouse a good connection with your heart? Is it like a big brother, with a drop, you know where it is?"

"It's not so magical," said the grandson. "I can only know if it is still alive, and in which direction, so you must be careful not to let the ingot leave you."

"Or you take it, this is your pet." Meng Fu thought about it and put the Yuanbao adults back. "The Promise..."

"Ok?"

"I am still saying that, don't be too good for me." Meng Fu shakes his heart and says very quickly. "I feel that my strength is not bad now. I can digest the power of the wind. I can go one step further. After that, I might go north and travel all the way to the mainland. I don’t know how long it will take, I will not be allowed to meet any cow. I will be ass..."

"I am still the same sentence," said the great-grandson Wuji, who had just brought back the intoxicating color of the ingot, and took her over and used her own amount to lean on her amount. "This is my business."

Meng Fu shakes the bitter smile. In the same way, she also hinted that the war and Bei Ye said that the answers are similar. Fortunately, no matter what, for the time being, it is necessary to separate, and the distance may dilute the feelings, so she hopes to open herself and them. The distance, for them, for themselves, will be a kind of relief.

Zong Yue has left Huazhou one step ahead and went to the Four Lakes and Five Lakes to find medicine. Fang Zai Mo’s strange prescription made him seem to have met Bao, and he spent the day and night on it, and he still talked to himself when he was eating. "Reducing the amount? Add a taste of the lotus leaf? Not a..." Meng Fu shakes the bowl, "I eat it in the nose..."

The girl who liked Zongyue didn’t see him when he came again. The tearful Tomeng turned and handed a purse, a talisman in the purse, and the woman said that the amulet was a peace symbol from the Promise of Qingzhou Dade Temple. The opening of the light, the most effective, however, Tuo Meng Fu Chuan transferred to Zong Yue, Meng Fu Sha has a heart to refuse, see her small appearance of Ying Ying tears, had to accept.

So on a normal dinner day, Meng Fu Sha and Bei Nai had a good day to teach him to play football, and Yalanzhu had an appointment to go to the market the next day, and then on the dark night of that month, back A small bag of cockroaches, with the fruit plugged the mouth of the ingot (to prevent it from rushing to the north of the field), using the blind eye method to fascinate the long-lost hidden guard, jumped out of the window, all the way out of Huazhou, passing by Yaocheng, iron Cheng, with a team of guards waiting for her, a group of people converged, sneaking straight to the Promise border.

Fast horses rushed to the border Qingzhou one night, from Qingzhou obsolete, passing through the Dicui Mountain, Meng Fu shakes the Zong Yue's suitor said that the Dade Temple is on the top, curious, then took the iron into the mountain.

Climbing to half, I heard the sword and the crossfire came, mixed with the exclamation of the woman.

Meng Fu wrinkles and frowns, gossip? She has never been able to go out of her way. She thought about it and extended her two hands and muttered. "Guess the boxing, guess me and win me."

Before I even had time to cheat, Tiecheng had already rushed over and screamed, and there had already been ping-pong and pinged.

Meng Fu’s helpless past saw that a team was trapped in the corner of the mountainside woods. The body of a carriage was dumped. Several guards were engaged in a battle with a team of ruined men. Most of them had been injured. In front of the dumped carriage, there were still a few shivering maids.

It seems that the big one who went up the mountain into the incense, met the bandit who cut the path.

Meng Fu’s eyes slowly turned around, but they fell on the overturned carriage.

The carriage has been destroyed, half of the car door slanted down, and a woman was sitting in the car. The posture was elegant and the eyebrows did not move. The white skirt fell to the ground, dragging the ripples like water, looking far away, condensing Set to be like a statue.

In this **** killing place, overturned in the carriage, facing the danger of killing, still do not move like a mountain to calm down, what kind of woman would this be?

Meng Fu’s moment finally became curiosity, striding forward and drinking, “Grandma’s give me a hand!”

Naturally no one stopped, no one cares about this thin teenager, Tiecheng is a stupid stop, the other side immediately cut down, Tie Cheng quickly went to block, Meng Fu Sha has already screamed.

"Would you like me, my dare?"

Her robes were bundled on the waist, and they rushed straight into the past. No tricks were made. One hand stretched out the iron into another sword at the waist, and the cross-sword was cut.

The three arms flew out of the blood of the canopy, and the grass was cut off by a layer of turf.

One arm smashed into the body, and the bones rolled in front of the woman who was meditating. Meng Fu squinted and saw her finally lift her eyes, picked up the broken hand, and placed it on the grass in front of her, then closed. Muttered and whispered, it seems that he is actually cursing.

Meng Fu Sha is even more curious. This girl is too personal. If someone wants to rob her, she still has to swear for the arm of others. Is it a monk?

She stared at the woman with a burning gaze, and stunned a sneak attacker. She walked over to the woman and flew seven or eight while walking.

The bandits with injured calls in the ground, the strength gap is too big, the robbers shouted, and finally made a bird and beast, Meng Fu shakes and does not look at it, kneeling down, pretending to knock on the tripped door, smiled, "This girl, bothered."

The woman in the car raised her eyes.

Meng Fu shakes it.

She looked into the quiet and deep autumn water alum, not pure black, with a slight brown, dark and deep, like seeing a deep coastline on the distant shore, or rising a starlight beyond the mountains. It seems to be a calming silence, but when it rushes to it, it finds the movement of the tumultuous and overturned.

This is a very special eye, especially when Meng Fu Sha feels that there is some faint familiarity, such as some images rushing in, and the sly is stuck in the memory of the shackles, and it is not bad.

It’s the eyes...but, whose eyes?

Meng Fu Sha suddenly started to have a headache, like who had taken an axe and cracked some stripped flesh and blood. She looked at the woman with a stunned look and reached for the door.

The woman was slightly stunned to her.

"Thank you for the help of the son."

Her brows are like a moon, 娴雅文秀, the moon-white skirt and pavilion lie on the ground, the dark stripes on the skirt are hidden embroidered Buddha, the breeze spurs the temperament dust, and the eyes are peaceful and quiet, no red dust.

She and Zongyue temperament are a bit similar, generally giving people a clean feeling, but the feeling is actually very different, Zong Yue's clean, with a distant cold and sharp, her clean, but gentle and appropriate, simple and order People are close.

Meng Fu shakes his blood and ash, and suddenly feels a little dirty in front of such a person. She stepped back and tried to adjust her smile to a refined angle. Answer, "Polite, please please ""

After she said that she left, she did not want to find trouble for herself. Anyway, this group of people seems to have a low status. They can go to Dade Temple for help and do not need her to do much.

Behind him, someone suddenly stopped to make a sound. It was the voice of a little girl. "You son... Can you help people?"

The woman immediately whispered, "If you don't talk, please."

Why do I help people to help? Am I your aunt? Meng Fu shakes and turns around, smiles awkwardly to the little maid, "Girl, my mom called me home to eat, lost."

"The robber will come! We will give you gold and silver, please protect us!" The little maid suddenly rushed up and pulled Meng Fu's sleeves. "How much do you want, how many!"

It’s really a group of people who rely on others to become habits, thinking that money can buy loyal children. Meng Fu shook his head and smiled. He took out a stack of silver tickets from his arms and stuffed them into the maid. "I also have gold and silver. How much do you want me?" How many, I beg you to let go of my sleeve."

"Mingruo, retreat." The woman opened her mouth and there was no smoke in her voice.

Meng Fu smiled and strode away. Behind him, the unwilling little maid was red-eyed, lame, and rushed up again.

"You are a Promise, you have to send us to Zhongzhou. This is the Princess of the Buddha of Laos. It is the fiancee of your prince!"