Love in Xuancheng

"Here --" Jinglei held a teapot and pushed forward.

The cup was broken, but the teapot was still lying in Jinglei's arms.

Yang Lu looked at the teapot held by Jinglei and blinked a few times. Suddenly, his wrist turned over, and a delicate purple sand cup stood out in his hand, "pour it!"

Jinglei hurried forward and waited on the tea.

"Dare you ask God, how can you have the smell of my master?" Jinglei carefully waited on the tea and asked carefully.

"I'm his martial uncle. Is it abnormal to have his breath?" Yang Lu looked up, drank it, put down his tea cup and signaled Jinglei to fall down.

Jinglei Sheng choked and lost his voice.

It's beyond my imagination. His martial uncle should have his breath? My father would not as like as two peas, but you can't beat a twenty-eight uncle! You're kidding! Is this stupid? Or are you crazy enough to lie without thinking?

So crazy that people have to be convinced!

"Abnormal!" Duan said frankly.

Jinglei's eyebrows and eyes flew obliquely, gave Duan Hui a look of 'I'm convinced of you', leaned down slightly and added tea to Yang road.

"Oh? What's wrong?" Yang Lu raised his eyebrows and looked at the broken moisture.

"The breath of each cultivator is unique, similar and different! It has nothing to do with blood, interpersonal relationship and so on!"

What I said was very impolite.

"Oh -- so it is! I've seen a lot!" Yang Lu took a cup of tea, drank it again, put it down heavily, glanced at several people in the hall, "want to know?"

Smell speech, Jing Lei, Duan moisture several people should be "yes", the attitude is respectful and sincere.

"Well, since you want to know, from now on, you -- think I'm your master. When the time is ripe, your master will return safely. At that time, ask your master!" Yang Lu suddenly frowned and gathered all the Qi of ruffians and bandits.

God's aura, really have no say!

God's flickering ability can not be underestimated! The words are in the clouds. You didn't say it. Guess for yourself.

"Yes!" Jinglei several people held fists together.

"Well, let's go. Just like your master is in the house, don't pestle here and block my sunshine."

Yang Lu's ruffian Qi immediately got on his body and waved his hands indiscriminately to catch up with people.

Blocked from the sun? Where is the sunshine in the Council hall? Besides, it's cloudy today. Black clouds layer by layer. Where does the sun come from?

Jinglei looked at the roof, then looked at the sky outside. After sweeping around again, he still couldn't find the so-called sunshine.

"I have a request. I sincerely hope God will agree!" Duan moisture suddenly bowed and arched his hands.

"Well, say it!" Yang Lu didn't even lift his eyelids and said lazily.

"Please go to God and change your appearance. If necessary..." use the face of my master. Your virtue will damage the image and reputation of my master!

Although the words behind the broken moisture were not exported, those who heard it understood its meaning.

"It's a small matter," said Yang Lu, waving his hand. "I'm too tired to be that boy! I'd better use my own leather bag!"

"Thank God!" Duan Hui arched his hands and thanked, but he didn't mean to go.

Yang Lu tilted his eyes and looked at the broken moisture for a few eyes, "what else?"

"Go back to God. In the eyes of my master, the world is not as big as my princess. The princess is missing. You have to --"