Love in Xuancheng

Yang Lu stood up, raised his feet to miss the crowd, swaggered to the main position, and no matter what others did, he sat in the small sandalwood armchair, crossed his legs, knocked on the table with a folding fan, "the beauty at the top of the fog is drunk. Hurry up, I'm thirsty!"

What's his way? That's -- don't treat yourself as an outsider? What a savage in the mountains! Unreasonable! Savage! Rogue

Jinglei scolded Yang Lu in his heart.

"Go quickly!" he broke his elbow and thundered.

Jinglei pinched his fist, glared at Yang Lu angrily, and turned out of the conference hall.

Duan Hui came forward, bowed his hand and held a salute, and asked, "excuse me, why do you stop us from saving the Lord?"

"Save? The boy is fine. What can he save? Can his grandmaster bully him? It's nothing to ask for trouble!"

Yang Lu played with his folding fan disapprovingly.

Break the moisture and choke.

What do you mean nothing? Grandmaster? It is because it is in the hands of your evil master that people are more worried!

What kind of master taught you what kind of apprentice? Look at your virtue, and look at your heartless abnormal elder martial brother who killed his own son

Can your master be a good man?

But can you say that? Of course not!

After thinking over and over again, she organized the language a little and asked, "when can my master come back?"

When Yang Lu was stagnant, he raised his eyelids, glanced at the broken moisture in his eyes and said, "well, that's a good question!"

唿 --- he got up and turned around, "so, how? Does it look like it?"

I'm stupid when I break the moisture, and I'm stupid when I follow the wind.

"Hey, you are talking! Each one is like a wooden man, stretched and tired. Give me some reaction!" Yang Lu complained.

"You --" Duan Hui was too frightened to speak.

The others were no better.

"Er... According to your reflection, it should be very similar to xiaoliushang. It's hard to tell whether it's true or false. Ha ha... Senior brother is senior brother!"

Yang Lu stretched out his arms, looked up, down, left and right, and sat back in the armchair.

"Bang --"

The teacup in Jinglei's hand fell on the ground. After staring at it for a while, he moved towards Yang Road and looked closer and closer

It's the master. That's right!

Yang Lu tilted his eyes in disgust and said in a deep voice, "don't you want your eyes?"

"Yes! Jinglei has seen the master!" Jinglei softened his knees and hurriedly knelt down.

"Ha ha ha... Good!" said Yang Road, laughing happily.

Jinglei quickly looked up and looked at the man who had his master's face, voice and breath for a while.

Duan moisture took a step forward, picked up the thunder, and quietly reminded him, "he is Yang road!"

"Yang Lu? The appearance and voice can be fake. What about the breath?" Jinglei's sword eyebrows tightened and his face was confused.

"This, I don't know!" Duan Hui also frowned and stared at Yang Lu without blinking. Perhaps this is the reason why the guard of the other garden did not stop.

Since I chose to become the master when I came in, why did I come to the Council hall and change back to my own appearance? Did he do this to hide outsiders?

I thought to myself.

"Don't look at the juggling. Are you a little polite? Even if I know I'm not your master, I'm also your master's martial uncle. I'm his elder. Elder! Is this virtue really suitable for you? Should it?" Yang Lu stared and put his hands on his hips. "Where's the tea?"