"Quickly kneel down!"
"Destroy it on behalf of the heavens!"
The people on the boat drank with great vigor, and the people in the boat listened embarrassingly.
Meng Fuyao muttered: "Don't do it, which stupid bird is causing trouble? I'm not here to fight this time, I'm here to beg for help. I don't want to offend people before I even set foot on the sky..."
She muttered calmly: "I want to be low-key, low-key, low-key..." She rolled up her sleeves low-key, put on her weapon low-key, floated out of the cabin low-key, before she had time to speak, she saw it tragically.
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Uncle Di Feitian looked at the group of high-spirited men in white clothes with his head tilted, and protested: "It's so noisy..."
Then he raised his sleeves.
Then... the ship next door was suddenly pushed down...
Yes, push down.
It was as if there was an invisible big hand, picking up the big boat of about 30 feet from the bottom of its pocket, covering it with its hands, and covering it.
Push it down, just push it down, such a huge monster, everything will be over with a bang, but the boat was slowly pushed down, like a romantic veteran who is very good at bed affairs, under the lamp in the tent, there are golden hooks In the middle of the day, Gentle pushes down the flower girl she likes.
The expression is ecstatic, the posture is elegant, the action is emotional, and the people in the boat are unlucky.
As soon as the big ship tilted, the standing posture of those ice sculptures with flying flags hadn’t reacted, and they couldn’t maintain it immediately, and slid backwards, not to mention the noble momentum, buttocks bumped into a pile, these people are good at martial arts, immediately Jumping up together, white shadows soared into the sky under the blue sea and sky, each of them was light and floating like clouds, looking quite immortal, and the crowd on the shore immediately bowed their heads deeply in admiration.
Di Feitian watched with interest, and when the man flew into the air, taking a breath and trying to drink again, he suddenly stretched out his hand.
Suddenly there was a small blue flag in his hand. It seemed to have a pattern on it, but it was blown by the wind and he couldn't see it. He just thought it looked like a beast. He pointed the small blue flag to the wind, and there was a thunderclap in the air.
rain!
It was not too big or too small, with a radius of thirty feet, which was exactly the size of the hull of the ship. A lightning-like torrential rain poured down, pouring down on the people who swept up the sky, and it was drenched inside and out.
The boats were so close together that they didn't even get a drop of water.
Meng Fuyao looked up and murmured: "God stick... I have a big magic stick beside me..."
"That's a blindfold." Someone beside him smiled lowly, it was Changsun Wuji, "The technique of transporting gods and ghosts is actually borrowed from sea water."
Meng Fuyao let out an "oh", thinking frowningly, if such a half-god and half-ghost followed, if one day the adrenal hormones surged in dissatisfaction with desire, how could it be done
Thirty feet of torrential rain poured down, and the envoys of the temple wore unfashionable thin white clothes in order to fully reflect their elegance and immortality. The water was transparent all over, so...
"Wow." Meng Fuyao stared, "Purple panties!"
Di Feitian arrogantly looked at the figure that was gradually emerging from the white clothes, especially the ones with a few bumps, shook his head, and sighed: "The figure is average, why do you go out if I say you are not beautiful? Look, the one next to me is called..." Meng Fuyao covered her mouth violently, and begged: "Master, please, sister doesn't want to be popular."
The group of envoys who were humiliated turned pale with anger. They drew their weapons in mid-air and were about to attack Di Feitian, but someone suddenly said coldly: "Stop!"
The man's voice was not high, he sounded very young, and his tone seemed to be a bit sickly, but as soon as the sound came out, the people in white clothes in mid-air bowed down in unison, and the people who looked up in all directions fell down on the ground again. .
But Meng Fuyao stared at a tree near the boat on the shore, just after the word was uttered, the bark on the tree burst slightly and fell silently.
Such a strong internal force.
The surrounding sea breeze calmed down a bit, the tilted cabin curtain was lifted, and the golden figure stepped out slowly, the steps were very calm and slow, the hull of the boat was slowly tilting to the right, he was walking to the left, every step, the hull of the boat Falling back a little, ten steps over, the leaning hull was slowly stepped back by him!
The men in white bowed down in unison: "God makes God mighty!"
The people shouted loudly: "God makes God mighty!!"
Meng Fuyao raised his chin, looked at the man in gold with great interest, and asked Changsun Wuji: "It's amazing, a divine envoy has such skill, I think it's as good as killing him with smoke."
"Qiancang's envoys are masters selected from thousands of thousands of people," Changsun Wuji said, "It's equivalent to a patrol envoy sent by a country, how can it be a weak hand?"
His eyes fell on the belt of the man in gold, and then he glanced at the totem of the horse's head and human body on the other's belt, and said lightly: "The people under Jin Naluo's command."
"Jin Naluo?" Meng Fuyao was startled, "Eight Dragons?"
"How do you know the Eight Parts of the Temple?" Changsun Wuji looked at her in surprise, Meng Fuyao twitched his mouth, coincidence, that was coincidence...
"There are eight divisions in the temple, one day, two dragons, three yakshas, four gandharvas, five asuras, six garudas, seven kinnaras, and eight mahurakas. The ruler, the dragons are presided over by the Holy Lord, the Yaksha is in charge of the military, this is the upper three halls, the lower Gandapo is in charge of political affairs, the Asura is in charge of the economy, the Garuda is in charge of the temple guards, and the Kinnara palm is in charge of the disciples of the temple. In the four realms outside the Mahuraka Palm Temple, each of the eight divisions is in charge of astrology, formations, divination, illusion, singing and dancing, music, calligraphy and painting, and medicine, which are also the eight divisions' specialties."
Meng Fuyao listened to Changsun Wuji's precious treasures, and smiled: "Is there anything in the sky and on the earth that you don't know?"
"Yes." Changsun Wuji also smiled, "I don't know when you will nod to marry me."
Meng Fuyao rolled his eyes at him, and before he had time to confront him, suddenly there was a loud noise, the boat on the opposite side had fallen back to the surface of the water, amidst the earth-shattering cheers, the falling hull was a little closer than before, and it brushed against it unceremoniously.
Uncle Di Feitian was listening to the eldest grandson Wuji's introduction of the construction of the Evergreen Temple, so he didn't pay attention to the actions there. When he looked back, his eyebrows were raised, and when he raised his hand, a golden light that was more gorgeous than the man in gold slashed towards him!
Meng Fuyao saw that something was wrong, so he entered the Qiongtian Kingdom and killed people. How will he live in the future? Flying body wanted to stop him, but the corner of his clothes was suddenly pulled heavily, and he turned around to see that it was Changsun Wuji, holding Meng Fuyao with one hand, and flicking his sleeve with the other hand, the dark energy surged, leading the golden light into the sea, and there was a loud bang. There was an earthquake, and a huge wall of water rose from the sea surface, mixed with golden light, which made the people on the boat and the people on the shore scream in surprise, and fled in all directions.
Looking back, Di Feitian looked at Changsun Wuji with one eyebrow raised and the other lowered, with a fierce look in his eyes: "Huh?"
"Master Wushen, do you think such a small role is worth your while?" Eldest Sun Wuji said leisurely, "Is your opponent just an envoy from a mere temple?"
Di Feitian pondered for a while, then nodded: "That's right, I'm disrespecting my status by arguing with the younger generation." He waved his sleeves, "You go and settle it."
He turned around and wanted to ignore the affairs here, not wanting that the golden envoy who escaped with his life would not appreciate it, so he stood at the bow of the boat and said coldly: "Do you want to escape?"
Those wet messengers in white yelled in unison: "Don't kneel down and ask the angels for forgiveness!"
A few women among those men in white, their clothes were so wet that their curves were exposed, but none of them covered up their shame, they stood up and shouted loudly, among the many people on the shore, none of them dared to look up, let alone make fun of them.
Meng Fuyao sighed, thinking that worship of theocracy is indeed a harmful thing, and after a long time, it will produce evil spirits. How can this be the reaction and action of a normal person
These envoys of Qiong Kang have been worshiped by the people of the country for a long time, and they really think they are gods.
Seeing that Di Feitian was about to get angry again, Meng Fuyao hurriedly said to the uncle: "I'll do it, I'll do it, how can such a trivial matter work for you, go into the cabin and ask Tie Cheng to make tea for you... Tie Cheng, make Bi Skylark Tongue!"
With a dark face, Tiecheng grabbed a handful of sparrow tongue and threw it into the cup: "It's hard for you!"
Meng Fuyao turned around, and was just about to use some method to teach him a lesson without harming his life, when the man in gold clothes saw Di Feitian enter the cabin, thought he was afraid to run away, so he smiled complacently, raised his hand and pointed at Meng Fuyao: "Give them to me." I'll take it! Send it to the sub-altar prison to be punished by the public!"
The man in white bowed, Meng Fuyao helplessly rolled up his sleeves, but his grandson Wuji suddenly took a step forward, and said calmly, "Is the opposite party Jinna Luo's subordinate?"
The man in gold was stunned, and raised his eyes to look at Changsun Wuji. At this time, Changsun Wuji was naturally easy to tolerate, but he was just a fair-looking young man. Even so, the man's eyes moved, and he waved his hand to signal to everyone Stopped and asked: "Your Excellency is a member of the Eight Departments?"
"Fortunate to meet you." Eldest grandson Wuji smiled, "Under Asura's command, he will inspect the water conservancy affairs in the western region on behalf of the king."
"Oh..." The man's eyes softened a bit, but he looked at Changsun Wuji suspiciously, "Why is there no guard of honor, is it also an envoy of God?"
"The tide of the Xin River is high, and the dam is not stable, so your lord will pass by first." The eldest grandson Wuji bowed, with a natural and graceful posture, "I am the deputy envoy, just transferred from the Mahulaka tribe, and you are going to part ways with your lord inspect."
The man in gold said "Oh" again, which was very meaningful. In order to check and balance the power inside the temple, it is not as united as imagined. A deputy envoy who has just been transferred from the Mohuraka tribe is indeed very likely to be envoys. crowd out.
Hearing that the other party's words were in line with the joints, the man in gold finally calmed down his eyes, looked up and down again at Changsun Wuji, and said with a smile in his tone, "That's it, it's just a misunderstanding, I'm sorry."
Glancing again at the cabin where Di Feitian walked into, he asked hesitantly: "The one just now..."
"I'm not familiar with you..." Changsun Wuji said in a low voice and mysteriously, "I met him halfway, and he said he was an old friend of the palace master. You have also seen this man with supernatural powers, so I dare not offend you. Although the envoy is not afraid, but But there is no need to be an enemy of such people, otherwise, I am afraid that I will not be able to speak when I go back to the temple."
The man let out a soft "Oh", as if he was moved by Changsun Wuji's thoughtfulness, his voice suddenly became much softer, and he said with a smile, "That's it, Duo Meng pointed out."
As soon as this person's voice softened, Meng Fuyao's eyes jumped - woman!
It turned out to be a woman.
She was wrapped in gold clothes from head to toe, with a half mask on her face, her voice was cold, her voice was not high, Meng Fuyao was so focused on how to turn hostility into friendship that she didn't even notice her gender.
"When will the deputy envoy return to the temple?" The woman seemed to have a good impression of the eldest grandson Wuji, and she started talking, "The envoy should be called back to the temple, but there are still tasks on the way. I wonder if I will go with the deputy envoy?"
"I also want to go back to the temple." Changsun Wuji's eyes flashed, and he replied, "It's a great honor to be able to walk with God Envoy."
During the conversation, several people disembarked together, and the local altar master had come to greet them, and they got on their horses, the woman didn't even look at Meng Fuyao, she just walked side by side with her eldest grandson Wuji, and said with a sweet smile: "The deputy envoy is too modest. , you are Asura's subordinate, and your level is already higher than that of Jinnara, so it's more suitable for us to be of the same generation." Her eyes behind the mask turned to Changsun Wuji, and she said with a smile: "You are really young and promising, at this age already It’s Ashura’s Deputy Envoy, so you dare not ask Your Excellency for your name?”
Meng Fuyao followed behind, silently thinking, is this the legendary "close-knit"
"I am Xu Zhaoyuan." The eldest grandson Wuji smiled, but did not ask the other party's name.
"Good name..." The woman's eyes moved, but she stopped in the middle of her words, as if she was waiting for her eldest grandson Wuji to ask her, and her eldest grandson Wuji looked at her with a smile, not understanding.
There was a trace of annoyance in her eyes, and the woman said in a low voice: "This envoy... Tuoba Pearl."
"Good name." Changsun Wuji praised it lightly.
The woman immediately became happy, tilted her head and smiled and said: "It is said that when my mother gave birth to me, she dreamed that the pearl fell to the ground, and the room was full of lights..." She even talked to her eldest grandson Wuji about how she was "born in response to a god's omen" legend up.
Meng Fuyao followed behind and listened silently, thinking viciously in his heart, the pearl fell to the ground? Isn't that the pearl covered in dust? tsk tsk...
"This is the Immortal Cave Mansion of this altar exclusively for divine envoys to stay here. Each has its own courtyard..." The altar master of the branch altar carefully led everyone to an exquisite building with green walls and black tiles. Welcome.
"The house is rough and the reception is slow... Please forgive me, the two envoys..." The branch altar master who is equivalent to the county magistrate seems to have no experience in receiving two envoys of the temple at one time. He is very nervous, and the weather is not too cold. Beads of sweat rolled down.
"Very good." The woman looked around and saw that the courtyard was divided into two separate courtyards, but they were closely connected, separated only by a flower wall. She waved her hand and said with satisfaction, "Go down."
The eldest grandson Wuji bid farewell to her in front of the flower wall, Tuoba Mingzhu said with a soft smile, "It's still a long way, why are you polite?"
Meng Fuyao watched her golden back pass by the flower wall, looked up at the "Immortal Cave Mansion" with double buildings and flying eaves, and said with a smile: "The guest house in a small place is so gorgeous and exquisite, it's really extravagant."
The eldest grandson Wuji took her hand and said with a smile: "Even though the people in Qiongcang are poor, they spare no effort to worship the temple. Therefore, all the expenses for the visits by divine envoys have been very extravagant."
"This is the magic power of religious theocracy..." Meng Fuyao sighed, "Once a belief is formed, to a certain extent, it is more indestructible than an ordinary political system."
Suddenly he felt something was wrong behind him, and when he looked back, Uncle Di Feitian was looking at the hands they were holding with extremely sinister eyes.
Seeing his appearance, it seemed that he really wanted to pull a certain hand away and replace it himself. Meng Fuyao immediately reminded him with a smile: "Don't use force, don't use force." He also ordered Yao Xun, "Go, find a woman to relieve the fire for the uncle. Be beautiful!"
King Kong flapped his wings on his eldest grandson Wuji's shoulder and shouted, "Find me a mother, and I want a beautiful one!"
Master Yuan Bao glared at Di Feitian's shoulder—Di Feitian refused to return Master Yuan Bao, and the two unscrupulous masters were not in a hurry to ask for it. Master Yuan Bao had changed hands several times, and he thought that his beauty was poor and his fate was miserable—in fact, Master Wu Shen was very fond of things he liked. That attitude was pretty good, he was able to capture the fruits of the sacred mountain thousands of miles away for Mr. Yuanbao, who has gained weight recently.
Nine Tails was also very happy because of this, Meng Fuyao's shoulders belonged to it alone!
Yao Xun went to look for a woman in response. Uncle Di Feitian's expression changed, but after a while he waved his hand and said resolutely, "No more!"
Meng Fuyao was stunned: "Grandpa, didn't you say that you haven't used a woman's golden gun for a long, long time, and it's almost rusting, didn't you die if you don't use it anymore?"
"No more!" Uncle Di Feitian returned to his room with his head held high, "Uncle is not accommodating! There is no reason to use crooked melons to crack dates when there is the best."
Meng Fuyao was silent, thinking narcissistically in his heart, could it be that you really want to occupy my heart, so abstinence is no longer a stallion? No, sir, even if you keep your body like a jade for ten thousand years and don't have sex, sister, I will not fall in love with you...
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"Why do you want to hang out with this envoy?" Meng Fuyao couldn't wait to ask Changsun Wuji after entering the room.
"Don't you want to have a trick?" Changsun Wuji touched her hair with a smile, "In the situation just now, instead of making a big fuss, it's better to establish a good relationship first, and let her cover you to go to the temple. Affiliation is not so easy to find."
"If you find out, it will be a trouble, right?" Meng Fuyao pondered, "I'm afraid it's impossible to hide it to the end."
"It's better to hit it early, and it's better to hit it later. Wouldn't it be better to hit it when it's used up?" The eldest grandson, Fox, laughed.
"If you can abduct someone's heart to belong to you, then you don't even need to beat him, it's even better." Meng Fuyao also laughed.
"Ah? Is there?" Someone pretended to be stupid.
Meng Fuyao stopped talking, if she continued, someone would think she was jealous.
It's a pity that when she didn't speak, someone still automatically understood that she was jealous, her eyes became brighter, and she said with a smile: "Well... I seem to smell some sour smell..."
Meng Fuyao laughed, and said: "That's right, Nine Tails is farting."
Nine tails looking at the sky sadly - ah, how many beasts stay up all day and night waiting for me to beat the fragrance of blue musk, and it becomes sour vinegar in your mouth...
"To be honest, I don't understand. Shouldn't those cold gods in the Vault of Heaven Temple be noble and reserved? Why are they all like nymphomaniacs who have never seen a man before?" Meng Fuyao finally couldn't help it after holding back for a long time. Gumbling and biting ears with Changsun Wuji.
Changsun Wuji glanced at her with a smile, and asked, "Can I understand that you are just curious?"
"Yes." Meng Fuyao replied boldly.
The eldest grandson Wuji smiled and pinched her nose: "You know that the Temple of Evergreen allows intermarriage, but you have also seen the people in the temple. They are used to the problem that their eyes are higher than the top. Intermarriage with ordinary people is impossible. Then within the temple, there is very little room for choice."
"Yes." Meng Fuyao suddenly realized, "Tuoba Mingzhu's voice is still very young, and she can already act as an envoy to patrol the country on her own, and her status in the temple must not be low, so if you want to find someone with similar age and status in the temple, who has similar conditions in all aspects Not a bad man, it's really not easy."
She glanced at her eldest grandson Wuji, even though she looked ordinary in appearance, she couldn't hide her natural good temperament no matter what, this person could wear a peerless demeanor even in a green robe and hat, no wonder that indifferent and arrogant Tuoba Mingzhu, when she saw him It became the Tuoba Divine Bead.
"Let's go out for a stroll." The eldest grandson Wuji pulled her, "It will be good for you to know more about the country of Qiongtian."
Meng Fuyao hummed, thinking in a trance, from Taiyuan to Qiongkong, after going through the seven kingdoms, although he was with him for many days, most of them just ran forward without any intention of playing. In the future... Maybe it will be gone in the future.
Thinking of this, her eyes dimmed, but she immediately cheered up. After the mystery of Xuanji's life experience, she knew that she and her eldest grandson Wuji had been entangled for a long time, and she figured out some things. It's not that she can give up if she tries to pull him away, so let him live in the present, since he is destined to be sorry for him if he wants to leave with all his heart, then try to leave him with as many good memories as possible, then when she leaves, he will be slow When you think back slowly, you won't be surrounded by too much sadness and regret.
She lowered her head, thinking about her own thoughts, Changsun Wuji looked at her quietly, then suddenly held her in his arms, and said softly: "Fuyao... I..."
Meng Fuyao hummed in his arms, and when he waited for the second half of his sentence, Changsun Wuji did not speak for a long time. Meng Fuyao leaned against his chest, raised his head suspiciously, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Changsun Wuji's eyes were as dark as the surface of the sea. The stars above are all extinguished.
"It's nothing." Changsun Wuji straightened her tousled hair, smiled brightly at her, and led her out.
soaring.
how can i tell you...
I am afraid.
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The two are pressing the road.
But there's a bunch of them behind.
Uncle Di Feitian and the three beasts.
The uncle disdains stalking, but he is not willing to let the world of the two of them go. In his heart, he still wants to learn from Sun Wuji's experience in how to please Meng Fuyao.
The market in the sky does not look much different from other countries, except that there must be a shrine every once in a while, and passers-by with baskets on their backs must stop and worship, so people all over the street It's stop and go.
Meng Fuyao laughed, "Are you tired?"
"What's the matter?" Changsun Wuji said, "Every household also has a shrine, and they have to worship before eating and going to bed. Many hours of the day are wasted on it."
"Would it be possible that prostitutes will burn a few sticks of incense and worship in front of the shrine after selling themselves halfway?"
The eldest grandson Wuji glanced at Meng Fuyao, and answered slowly: "Prostitutes... It is said that on worship days, no guests are allowed, no guests are allowed for large and small sacrifices, no guests are allowed for large and small meals, and no guests are allowed on the birthdays of the heads of various ministries..."
Meng Fuyao was dumbfounded: "Then how many days can they do business in a month?"
"Generally speaking, five days."
Meng Fuyao continued to be sluggish: "Wouldn't that mean drinking the wind?"
"So the whores in the firmament are all part-time jobs."
Meng Fuyao: "..."
Suddenly someone bowed to their feet and bumped each other's heads with a bang, but they were not noisy, and each said: "God bless you." They walked away very kindly.
"Ah, although it looked a bit perverted just now, it seems that the folk customs are still simple and simple!" Meng Fuyao praised.
"That's just because there are no quarrels before the shrine." Changsun Wuji said indifferently, "Those who violate the shackles will be barred for three days, and the whole family will not be allowed to join the religion for life. Those two were fighting."
Meng Fuyao remained silent, but the emperor who had been following him didn't believe in evil, he really followed him, and returned with a strange expression after a while.
Meng Fuyao looked at him with a smile, and Uncle Di Feitian looked up to the sky and sighed: "I killed someone..."
Meng Fuyao: "..."
When someone was killed, the local government servants came to ask the case.
"Who did it first?"
"I swear by the will of heaven and man." A fat man said reverently, "The second son of the Wang family made a move first."
"I swear by the will of heaven and man." The sister-in-law who was holding the child clasped her hands together, "Li Laosan cursed first!"
Meng Fuyao looked at Changsun Wuji, and Changsun Wuji approached gently. Meng Fuyao thought he was going to explain what the prefix meant, but he heard him whispering in his ear: "I swear by the will of heaven and man: my eldest grandson Wuji is absolutely Loyal to Queen Meng."
Meng Fuyao twitched the corners of her mouth, and used her boot heel to serve the upper of Changsun Wuji's boot...
"Hey! You!" The gentleman dressed as a god believer asked her, "Did you see anything?"
"I swear by the will of heaven and man." Meng Fuyao replied seriously, "Everything is just floating clouds."
Not wanting to stay in the crowd and listen to the endless "swear by the will of heaven and man", Meng Fuyao dragged his eldest grandson Wuji to continue walking. After walking for a while, he saw a certain place full of people. Squeeze away.
After finally pushing through, they saw the face of a yamen. Many people knelt and kowtowed to the inside. There was nothing unusual about kowtowing. The key was that they kowtowed in various ways. Some lay down naked, some burned themselves with incense sticks, and the smell of blood and burnt meat wafted from the ground.
Meng Fuyao was dumbfounded: "Is this fucking?"
The eldest grandson Wuji went over to ask, and came back: "It's the time for the temple to select folk children to enter the temple every year. This is a show of loyalty."
"Is it useful?" Meng Fuyao was stunned, "Could it be that the temple selects disciples in this way?"
"Of course not." Changsun Wuji said indifferently, "It's just that the common people hope to use this method to impress the officials in charge of selection."
"Then why didn't you stop it?" Meng Fuyao frowned and looked at the young man who had burnt himself to a charred state. He was trembling with pain, but he didn't even dare to utter a moan.
"Why do you want to stop it?" Changsun Wuji turned to look at her, "Don't you think, as a superior, it is easier to manage if you are foolish and loyal to the people?"
Fanatical religious believers... Meng Fu trembled, and suddenly remembered the defenders who impaled heretics on parades in the Middle Ages in Europe, the Crusades, the Taliban who combined politics and religion, human bombs, the stake, and the call of extremist religions. Suicide terrorists, endless religious struggles all over the world in previous lives, suddenly feel that this is a terrible country.
If... against such a country...
Meng Fuyao felt chills in his heart, and suddenly heard someone beside him crying loudly, the voice was shrill, but it was the voice of a child, and when he turned his head, a woman was dragging her child to kneel on the ground covered with rough gravel. The child was only about ten years old, afraid of pain, struggled and cried endlessly, was held down by the woman desperately, and dragged over little by little, red marks appeared on the child's knees immediately, and the crying went up to the sky.
The whole street was indifferent, turning a blind eye, and some people sincerely praised: "Auntie is so ambitious!"
Meng Fuyao couldn't help it, stretched out his hand to pull the child away, and said: "You are too cruel, aunt, such a small child..."
Without saying a word, men and women jumped up all over the floor, and the heads and bricks came roaring together. The child in his hand suddenly turned his head, spat on the corner of Meng Fuyao's clothes, and scolded: "Fuck you, I want you to take care of it!" No business!"
Meng Fuyao collapsed... Who is this...
Her body was suddenly pulled, Changsun Wuji had already dragged her out, and when Meng Fuyao floated out, he also dragged away Uncle Di Feitian who had raised eyebrows, and ran away with a whoosh - what if he didn't escape? Fighting with a group of people who don't know martial arts
Turning a street corner, squeezed and squeezed among the crowd, and gradually, not to mention the common people, even the string of Di Feitian disappeared, Meng Fuyao exhaled a long breath, patted his chest to rejoice: "It's so dangerous."
The majestic Empress of Dawan, Meng Fuyao, who broke through the bloody storm and stormy sea, was chased by a group of people with wooden sticks and bricks, shouting for danger...
After letting out a long breath, she realized that there seemed to be a very quiet street corner in front of her, with no pedestrians around, and she was leaning against a corner, and her grandson Wuji held her up with both hands, trapping her in the middle.
His height has an absolute strategic advantage over her, his bent face is close to a square inch, surrounded by his outstretched arms, forming a small narrow triangle, and she is firmly in the triangle, his territory, the center where.
There is a faint strange fragrance, and it is more refreshing because of the posture of looking down and approaching, the eyes of Changsun Wuji are rippling, and the smile is gentle.
From that angle of view, the cool summer wind in the north brushes her hair, and the girl's eyes are black and lively, like a pool of clear water.
The aroma is approaching, tender at this moment.
But there are discordant and different voices that destroy the silence and beauty at this moment.
"The adulterer! The adulterer!"
On the shoulder of the eldest grandson Wuji, Grandpa King Kong looked at the two strangely for a while, and finally decided that these two were going to do what the old master often did!
"An adulterer and an adulterer!" King Kong couldn't fly away, his yellow hair stood up like smoke, and his small yellow, green and green eyes rolled quickly, "Aoou! Little boy! Aoou, love brother!"
Changsun Wuji suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the bird, pulled out a handkerchief, wrapped it around the bird's beak twice, and hung it on a small tree next to it.
Uncle King Kong called the bad guys who broke the secrets and ruined the atmosphere with good deeds, and was fined to struggle on top of a dead tree...
Meng Fu shook his head, stared at him for a while, but suddenly burst out laughing.
The eldest grandson Wuji raised his eyebrows, thinking that this woman was just like King Kong, and she was really a sight to behold, but Meng Fuyao laughed more and more happily. The noble and elegant eldest grandson Wuji against the colorful flowers on the back is really thunderous...
"Are you going to keep laughing, wasting the precious time we rarely spend together alone?" His Majesty the new Emperor Wuji raised his eyebrows, seeing the woman's unstoppable smile, her figure swaying in the wind into a beautiful and delicate lotus, suddenly smiled She smiled, then bent her face down, and pressed her lips against the lotus-like lips.
"Hmm..." Meng Fuyao, who was smiling happily, was startled by his rare tough posture.
The taste between the lips is soft, and the fragrance and warmth come one after another. The reserved and elegant eldest grandson Wuji, at this moment, kisses fiercely and directly, smacking teeth and tongue, conquering the city and plundering the land, wandering endlessly in the long-lost sweetness and warmth of her.
With one kiss, kiss away those long-lost thoughts and burning worries.
One kiss, kiss away those long worries, sleepless tossing and turning.
A kiss, kissing away the sadness between her brows, and the desolation of parting that cannot be driven away by a smile.
With a kiss, kiss away the haze in my heart, those fates that have been lingering in my heart for a long time, I have been trying to avoid but know that I can't avoid the fate.
If we want to say goodbye at last, please let me sleep in your ocean at this moment, and the blue sky thirty thousand miles away is as clear as washing. At this moment, your world is all to me.
The woman under her was panting, and under the mask as thin as cicada's wings, she could vaguely see a blush on her snow-colored skin, and her usually bright and compelling eyes gradually softened, revealing a soft light like spring water. After the soft light passed, a painful darkness gradually spread, Changsun Wuji immediately let go of her, sighed softly, and pecked lightly on her lips with nostalgia.
Meng Fuyao pressed her heart, waiting for the wave of pain to pass. It has been a long time since the "locking love" attack, gathering less and leaving more, and the wind and rain, she has almost no moments and opportunities to be emotional, and she doesn't want to be in this world. The pain was awakened again.
Meeting her elder grandson Wuji's caring and self-reproaching eyes, she smiled, indicating that nothing happened.
That's fine.
She is destined to be a passer-by in these five continents, just like this "love lock", who secretly wants her to be infected with this strange poison, to tell her—indulgence, but in the future there will be an extra heart-wrenching pain.
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Back at the "Immortal Cave Mansion", it was dinner time, and the branch altar master was already waiting at the gate of the Moon Cave, and told his eldest grandson Wuji that dinner was ready, Meng Fuyao, who had exhausted too much energy, ran in while rubbing his belly , Shouting: "Hungry to death, starving to death..."
Her voice stopped abruptly in front of the hall door, and she froze there.
Changsun Wuji opened up behind her and frowned.
Di Feitian glanced sideways and smiled.
After a long while, Meng Fuyao withdrew his foot, turned around, looked at Changsun Wuji, and smiled, but the smile was a bit unpleasant.
Someone in the hall spoke.
"What are you? Yelling at the place where the envoy is stationed?"
Standing in the hall, the woman in the light gold dress is slowly looking back in a carefully prepared posture. Her shapeless gold robe has been replaced by a light gold long skirt, which is cut to reveal the beauty of feminine curves, and her figure is a bit thin. , but it also set off the exquisitely tailored skirt with unevenness, and it was a bit enchanting in the thinness, but it added a charming charm.
The mask on her face has also been removed, she has a fair face, this face is also slightly flawed, although her eyebrows are pretty, but she has a three-point sickness, but she seems to be very good at makeup, and she knows how to cover up her flaws and make her strengths Protruding, a bit of rouge, half cheek powder, immediately make up the beautiful and vivid eyebrows, the original face is like a painting of mountains and rivers, but it is lost in rigidity, but now it is full of light and shadow, looking at the mountains is like a mountain, looking at the water is like water.
The pearls hanging high on all sides shot towards her, and the woman on the brocade carpet with ten thousand characters was a bit lively and fragrant, but her posture was frivolous, and she was cute and pitiful for no reason.
Meng Fuyao looked up at the sky, thinking of how this girl came out of the cabin when the two boats collided with each other during the day, and she would flatten the big boat with one step. Compared with the delicate flowers shining in the water at this moment, she really felt that life is so abstract, so abstract.
She is here in a daze, but others are not happy about it. What kind of fool is this boy, blocking the threshold, covering up the demeanor she has carefully prepared to show to that person!
"Still leaving!"