Beiliang opened a blind box store, and Wang Yuyan was mortgaged at the beginning

Zhu Wushi frowned and looked not far away!

That tent has already turned into catkins all over the sky!

Several Mongolian masters, Nimoxing, Xiaoxiangzi, and many disciples of Jinlun Fawang.

Already decapitated!

Bloody.

Standing in a red dress, the color of that red dress is brighter than blood!

East is undefeated!

Zhu Shishi was dumbfounded!

I have come early enough.

Not even faster than her!

"Eastern leader!" Zhu Wushi tremblingly said, "Where is the Great Khan of Mongolia?"

Dongfang Bubai squinted at Zhu and ignored him.

Then he raised his hand and threw out a bloody head.

It was Meng Ge's head!

"you!"

Zhu Wushi was shocked again, so angry that he wanted to scold!

It's fine if the life of such a Mongolian master is taken by Dongfang Bubai.

Even Brother Meng's head was chopped off by Dongfang Bubai?

This is this!

Meng Ge's head is at least 300 million!

Maybe worth 500 million!

Several legendary blind boxes!

Maybe he can directly prescribe immortal spells like Ying Zheng did!

Damn! ! !

Grandma's legs!

One step slower!

Slow down!

Zhu ignored the curse in his heart, and immediately gritted his teeth!

Then, his eyes fell on Dongfang Bubai's top-grade Danxin Sword and Shennong Ruler.

No credits.

It's okay to grab two treasures!

hum!

Air wave convolution!

Zhu Wushi exploded with vigor all over his body, and looked at Dongfang Bubai coldly.

And Dongfang Bubai raised his sword eyebrows, and said with a sneer, "Why, Lord Tiedan wants to practice his hands?"

Just then.

Before waiting for Zhu Shishi to reply.

Suddenly, lush greenery grew on the ground.

Look again.

But I saw Qin Wang Yingzheng coming against the wind, looking at the two people in the field.

The three of them are at the top of each other.

The chill in the arena is rising!

……

……

After Gu Huan dealt with the magician Pang Ban, he returned to the Tianya Inn in an instant.

A cloud of white mist gradually formed.

Gu Huan came back here using the Daluo Cave View.

in the backyard.

An old elm was budding and pale green.

There is a table under the tree.

Standing in front of the table in a white dress, the breeze blows, and the white dress printed with green silk screen shows a different kind of beauty.

Xu Weixiong is holding a pen and practicing calligraphy.

"Come back after going for a while? Has the matter been resolved?"

Xu Weixiong kept moving his hands, turning his back to Gu Huan.

Gu Huan walked straight forward: "It's just a small episode, and the realm of heaven and man is nothing more than that."

"Heh!" Xu Weixiong laughed: "I know you are powerful, but you can't be so arrogant. You need to know that there are people outside the world, and there are people outside the sky..."

The voice did not fall.

Gu Huan held Xu Weixiong's hand holding the pen.

The hands are slightly cold, but warm and moist like jade, soft and boneless.

Xu Weixiong's tender body trembled slightly, but she didn't pull her hand away.

Unconsciously.

Her neck was red up to her ears.

"Are you always so profligate?" Xu Weixiong felt his voice tremble when he spoke.

Speaking of telling her identity, no matter whether it is the court or the world, it is inevitable to respect her three points.

Even among the proud literati, they should respectfully call her "Master Xu".

But in front of Gu Huan.

Xu Weixiong's lofty image is often shattered.

Gu Huan secretly smiled.

He deeply knows that the more serious a girl is, the more he has to lead her to break through the restrictions of secular conventions.

The good girl is also aloof, just lead her to be rebellious and drag her into the water.

"I didn't expect the dignified Master Xu, this word..."

Everyone knows that everyone in Xu is good at everything, but his writing is a bit poor.

Xu Weixiong said: "My handwriting is not good, why, can you teach me?"

Just then.

Gu Huan had already squeezed Xu Weixiong's hand, and began to move on the paper.

Xu Weixiong's eyes were also brightened, and he realized that Gu Huan was not talking to himself, but really had the ability to write!

"Have you ever practiced calligraphy? What a wonderful structure, who taught you this?"

"Qigong style, I have practiced it for several years."

"Qigong Body? Who is this master, why haven't I heard of it? Where does he live?"

"He's already freaked out, I learned it in the Children's Palace."

"The Children's Palace?"

Xu Weixiong was both surprised and happy.

If it is said that Gu Huan is just a wandering fairy who might possess martial arts, she would really like it.

But if Gu Huan has a little literary atmosphere.

She loves it so much!

……

……

My heart sank.

Xu Weixiong gently raised his hand, grabbed Gu Huan's sleeve, and said shyly, "How about...you teach me how to write."

Gu Huan paused for a while, hugged Xu Weixiong's slender waist and said, "Have you made up your mind?"

"Um……"

Gu Huan laughed, squeezed Xu Weixiong's hand, and began to practice calligraphy: "It's just as long as you like it."

Xu Weixiong hummed lightly again, as if he had made a major decision.

Gu Huan didn't shirk, and lightly waved the pen in his hand.

Young 6

Water 56

Fly 61

Lu 8

Small 8

say 96

Dip in ink.

touch paper.

Xu Weixiong's heart tightened, he suddenly squeezed Gu Huan's sleeve tightly, and then let it go calmly.

Gu Huan held the pen and swiped to write on a piece of white and soft paper.

The tip of the pen is dipped in thick ink, and the juice splashes everywhere, leaving stained marks on the smooth paper.

"I thought everyone Xu knew how to read, but I didn't expect the writing to be so awkward!"

Xu Weixiong had a delicate complexion, and said angrily, "You'll make fun of me!"

Breeze blows.

The edge of the paper was shyly rolled up slightly, as if to resist, but Gu Huan forcefully pressed it straight and flattened it.

No matter how long and hard the pen holder operates freely, every stroke of horizontal, vertical, horizontal, horizontal, back, and back is so vigorous and powerful, and it penetrates the back of the paper.

Following Gu Huan's teaching, Xu Weixiong became more proficient in writing.

The whole more than an hour.

Both were immersed in the mystery of calligraphy.

But in the hearty writing, there is a tiny blur that is slowly expanding.

This halo was inconspicuous at first, but it gradually penetrated the entire paper, completely destroying the wonderful calligraphy.

Gu Huan let out a breath and said, "Write more? It's already dusk."

Xu Weixiong lay in Gu Huan's arms, with fine sweat dripping from his forehead.

"No, no, no."

"When we get married in the future, we have plenty of time."