Wrecked Sword Striking the Heaven

There was a small dining hall on the lower floor of Fu Zong. The originally quiet room was now full of people. No matter how Zifeng explained, all the girls in front of him were unwilling to leave.

Exclaimed, as if he had found something new, he looked at everything inside, whether it was a knife or a chopping board, as if he had never seen anything in front of him. That's why some people say that women like to have a beautiful kitchen, but they just have it, but they don't use it. Even if you use it one day, it's the next bowl of white water noodles at most. You're blind to such a good kitchen utensil.

After his mouth was dry, he simply ignored it. Zifeng sat directly in a chair in the corner and looked at the young girl in front of him. With all hands and feet, the originally chaotic dining hall became more messy for a time.

Tang Yun naturally stood behind Zifeng, saying nothing and doing nothing. He was just quiet and quiet.

Dongfang Qing didn't care. She stood in front of Zifeng, pointed to Zifeng and shouted, "when did you enter Fuzong, why didn't you inform me? Did you pay attention to me and answer me?" She scolded, but she didn't know that most of the eyes in the dining hall gathered at the moment she spoke.

Wang Qiang was squeezed out of the door early in the morning. He didn't want to squeeze in half of his life. He didn't want to squeeze in half. Just put his head in, he saw the scene of Dongfang Qing's coquetry. "Come on, boss, you're too sharp in chasing girls!"

Qu you pulled his finger and counted for a long time. The five fingers of one palm can't be used up. It's only five days to join Fuzong from Zifeng! Tang Yun, Dongfang Qing, plus the countless Fuzong girls in front of us

The people who had just recovered felt that they were hit hard by a heavy hammer in their hearts. Their feet were floating and staggering. There was no dispute that they were pushed out again. Once a group of big men half sat on the ground, hugging their heads and crying

He shook his head. Zifeng turned his back and didn't want to talk to Dongfang Qing. He seemed to remember that when he was in Xuantian, the relationship between them didn't seem to be so good.

"You!" Seeing that Zifeng didn't want to talk to her, Dongfang Qing was furious. He dodged and stood in front of him again, looking unreasonable.

There was a lot of noise in the house. The noisy Zifeng was upset. A wave of fatigue swept in, and his eyes couldn't help drooping.

It is impossible to say that you are not tired after a whole night and half a day of hard fighting. He shook his head and forced himself to cheer up, but he couldn't control it. Unconsciously, he fell askew on the chair and snored gently.

So, the whole meal hall was silent in the snoring. Playful or rummaging, they all tacitly remained silent and didn't say a word. I don't know who gently shouted, and the people all over the room crept out

The sunny open space outside the house made the whole person lazy and unspeakably comfortable. A group of people gathered together to listen to Xiao Qinyao's biographies of Zifeng's Heroes in Xuantian. They didn't know where they were sorted out, and everything was not missed. When talking about Tianzhou Wujia Dabi, when she was almost killed by Wuming, the girl in the field was nervous and pale.

Several natural girls raised their white cheeks and asked anxiously, "what happened to Wu Zifeng later?"

Isn't that nonsense? I really took this as a story. Didn't I see Wu Zifeng sleeping in the room? If Wu Ming killed him, could there be anything that happened in Fuzong today?

However, Qin Yao obviously wanted this effect. With a sly smile, "if you want to know what will happen later, listen to the next chapter." He waved his hand and sat on the ground with a smoking throat.

The people around him shouted reluctantly, "no, how can you do this? It's not a joke for them. They only talk about half of it. Who can understand the feelings of their listeners.

Being pulled by the crowd, Qin Yao's face was also full of anger, and she thought to Zifeng in the room, why do you say you do so many things? Now you can't finish it, damn it

"Sister Tang Yun, please save me quickly." With a sad face, Qin Yao grabbed Tang Yun who came out of the dining hall and cried endlessly.

Spoiled, he stared at Qin Yao. Tang Yun looked at a group of people in front of him. At least there were thousands of people. Not far from a rune tree, Wang Qiang was stunned. The worship in his eyes had nothing to add. For a moment, it seemed that as long as Zifeng cheered, everyone would respond.

He cleared his throat and asked casually, "I don't know anything else, but I know very well when Wu Zifeng is at Haoran college. I don't know which paragraph you want to listen to?" At the beginning, the students in Haoran college caught one at random. Which one can't easily tell one or two stories of Wu Zifeng.

"Freshmen try to compare that paragraph!" It was a voice of one voice.

Qin Yao didn't like this, "haven't you heard the section of freshmen trying to compare?"? Why listen! "

Is it enough just once? In that period, he had the closest relationship with the people in front of him, because Zifeng took part in the competition as a Fuxiu, competed with a group of Wuxiu for the seat of victory and defeat, and finally won. Did they hear wrong? Fuxiu is so powerful.

Being pestered by the crowd, I really had no choice but to say it again. Different from Qin Yao's narration, Tang Yun's narration has less worship and more warmth. It seems that Zifeng does what she does

Once this atmosphere is rendered, the emotions of the surrounding girls are mobilized. Some feel very light, light as a feather, but can always float into the heart in an instant.

So Dongfang Qing, standing on one side, stared at Tang Yun's back, and her face became red. "Does Tang Yun also like Wu Zifeng?" As soon as this idea appeared, Dongfang Qing was like a great enemy. At this moment, the back of the Oriental family became pale, and even seemed to be a completely unrelated thing.

With Wu Zifeng's personality, like is like. It has nothing to do with the surrounding back. This is a natural emotion, less whitewash, more sincerity.

If Qu you and others know that Dongfang Qing has this worry, I don't know what to think again.

But when Tang Yun stopped talking and found that there was a touch of intoxicated warmth in the eyes of thousands of people in front of her, what should she think?

I never thought that Wu Zifeng, who has always kept a distance from men and women, would have to face a lot of trouble after waking up