Mu Qinglan, Mu Qinglan, where are you holy? Is this king really wrong
Are you too good at disguising, or are you just a useless idiot
If so, who is the master behind the stunning pavilion? Was it the same person who had conspired against him many times? Is it the old nine? Or other brothers
Ning Yuan and Lao Jiu have joined forces
Li Shen frowned for a moment, still puzzled, feeling as if he had fallen into a dead end. If there are really people behind Jue Se Pavilion, then the means to deal with the traces would be too clever, and he can't even catch the slightest clues.
The Ning family has been a loyal minister for generations, and Li Shen still boasts a deep understanding of the Ning family's behavior. If Ning Yuan and Lao Jiu joined forces to participate in the controversy, he would probably not believe it.
So, what is the result
Su Kui slept until midday, refreshed. He got up and took a shower, stepped on his shoes and scorched out the door.
The sky was just right, Ning Yuan dressed up in a coarse cloth, holding a sword in one hand. The figure shuttles through clusters of white magnolia trees, like a swimming dragon. When the speed is fast, you can only see the afterimages passing by, and the sound of swords and swords smashing through the air can be seen in the ears.
Suddenly, a white magnolia flower came towards him. Ning Yuan closed his hand and held the sword flower before the flower could reach the ground. He picked up the magnolia and pointed the tip of the sword at someone.
Su Kui was pointed at by the sword calmly, and smiled and stretched out his hand to remove the magnolia flower, put it in the palm of his hand, before a moment, he dyed his hand with flower juice.
Seeing helplessly, Ning Yuan wiped the sweat on his forehead with a sweat towel from the hands of his servants, and stared at her sideways, "You are ruining my flowers again."
"The blossoms are worthy of being folded. Don't wait for the flowers to be folded. Brother Ning, everyone in the poems said the same, so, I am not ruining, it is the pity of the flowers and the jade!"
"Just go and go. If you come here a few more times, I'm afraid that my yard is full of magnolia, and only the branches are left!" Ning Yuan glanced at her with a flower juice, obviously not believing her arrogant words.
"I might as well as a few flowers? Brother Ning is better to look at me than to see flowers, look!" She held her face in her hands, standing in the sun with a smile on her face as bright as a spring breeze, and behind her was the white magnolia flower , Really, people are better than Huajiao.
People are better than Huajiao—
Ning Yuan was frightened. He quickly drove out the vocabulary that had suddenly appeared in his mind. He felt that his illness was not light enough, and he would actually feel that this demon king is more delicate than Hua!
When I first met, Ning Yuan thought that although the teenager was a bit mischievous, he had a stable and resourceful personality. Otherwise, how to prop up a stunning pavilion with dozens of people and a mixed bag
But he was wrong, and he was so wrong!
Take a look at the magnolias in the yard. He watered them carefully, pruned them and cultivated them. When the boy came, the magnolias in the yard were barely cleaned.
He gave the young man a cup of herbal tea irritably, his temper was lost by his jokes, "You are the most silly, drink, and come back today, except for the flowers that have harmed me, what else? "
The tea-drinking hand paused, and Ning Yuan squinted, "Someone is making trouble?"
He was really impressed by the miserable appearance of the teenager last time. The whole arm was covered with blood. He liked to wear a soft cotton robe. He was sitting in a messy room, holding his arms, and scared him. The soul almost flew away.