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Li Qingshan raised his head slightly, the tip of his nose twitched lightly, the familiar scent filled his lungs, and an image composed of scents appeared in front of his eyes. Among them was his own figure, but it was very thin.
Vaguely, he "saw" her after hesitating at the table, wrote this paragraph, and then walked out the door and disappeared in the cave, but dragged a long breath link behind him, so he smiled slightly and followed Away.
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Han Qiongzhi stood on the pavilion, holding the railings in both hands, overlooking the entire Han Mansion. The people of the tribe were packing up their things. Even the most calm people were in a hurry. Anyone who has seen the horrible scene of the insect cloud crossing the border does not. Who can be fearless. Maybe she was an exception, but it was not because of courage, but because of the plethora of thoughts.
The red dress was blown by the hot wind, and the years had left some marks on her face, and she appeared to be a lot more mature. The gleam of wisdom in her eyes made subtle changes in her temperament.
"Qiongzhi, it's time to start." Han Anjun's voice sounded from behind.
"We are really weak!" Han Qiongzhi sighed.
The Flying Locust King gathered insect swarms, but did not launch an attack. Instead, most of the insect swarms were scattered in the underground caves dense like spider webs. As far as she knew, this was looking for the trace of the Golden Cicada Spirit King. However, all families are preparing for the big migration, busy leaving Qinghe Mansion, like children frightened by the shadows.
"If the enemy is strong, we should take the initiative to retreat and preserve our strength." Han Anjun paused: "We will come back and become stronger."
"I must have looked stupid at the beginning. I knew we were not in the same way, but I didn't expect the road to be so different, but I don't regret it."
Han Qiongzhi leaped down from the tall building, with long hair flying, landing lightly, and silently said, "Even if it becomes stronger and comes back, it is nothing but wrong."
The Han clan members are all gathered on the school grounds, a flying dragon ship is parked there, and Han Tieyi is organizing boarding.
Han Anjun and Han Qiongzhi came to the school together, and the tribesmen stopped to salute.
Han Qiongzhi patted Han Tieyi on the shoulder, and smiled: "Boy, there is really a patriarchal posture now."
"Are you ready too?" Han Tieyi still had a cold face, but his eyes showed concern.
"Of course... Not yet!" Han Qiongzhi smiled: "You don't need to care about my business, go ahead, and set off as soon as possible, lest there will be many nights and dreams."
"Can you take me?"
A voice came from the sky, and Han Qiongzhi's heart was shaken, and when he looked up, a black spot quickly approached and broke through the air.
In a blink of an eye, the figure that had made her think about it, came to her, looked at the familiar smiling face, and couldn't speak for a while.
"Li Qingshan!"
These three words not only came from Han Anjun, but also appeared in the hearts of the Han clan people. This world-famous talent from Qinghe Mansion, Miss Han's prospective son-in-law, just showed shocking power and identity in Dafoshan, and could not help but talk a lot.
Li Qingshan grabbed Han Qiongzhi's hand and said to Han Anjun: "General Han, are you trying to flee?"
"What's up with you! Li Qingshan, from today onwards, my Han family will draw a clear line between your enchanting evildoer, and let me go!" Han Qiongzhi returned to his senses and screamed.
"I saw your letter, but well, I don't agree!" Li Qingshan took out Han Qiongzhi's letterhead, and with a light wave, it was turned into ashes.
"Li Qingshan, what do you want?" Han Qiongzhi said bitterly.
Li Qingshan suddenly let go of her, and said with a serious expression to Han Anjun: "General Han, junior Li Qingshan, please come to ask for a kiss!"
The sound of the ground, like a strong wind blowing across the school grounds, calmed down the Han clan.
Han Anjun and Han Tieyi glanced at each other, both were a little surprised, and they both looked at Han Qiongzhi.
Han Qiongzhi was taken aback: "What did you say?"
"Qiong Zhi, I'm here to marry you!"
"I know everything about what you did!" Han Qiongzhi stared at Li Qingshan's eyes.
"So what?" Li Qingshan smiled, without guilt.
"So? So I refuse!"
"This is troublesome, if you don't agree, I can only grab a kiss!"
"What is the difference between you and grabbing?"
"No matter what the difference is, I am a powerful evildoer. The Flying Locust King can kill tens of thousands of people. Can't I still grab a beloved woman?"
"Qingshan, Qingshan!" Han Qiongzhi lowered his head and sighed: "Let's talk elsewhere! Don't delay the migration."
"Nothing will be delayed." Li Qingshan said to Han Anjun: "Father-in-law Han, please prepare for our big wedding!" He also said to the Han clan below: "Also, please stay as a witness and have a wedding drink."
"I don't agree, who wants to marry you?!" Han Qiongzhi said.
However, before Li Qingshan could speak, Han Anjun said to Han Tieyi: "Cancel the plan, settle the tribe, prepare for the big wedding."
"Yes, father!" Han Tie collared his life.
"You guys..." Han Qiongzhi was surprised, Han Anjun insisted on opposing it, and now he will not succumb to force.
"Since I have no regrets, what are you afraid of?" Han Anjun said.
"I… "
Han Qiongzhi was speechless. She has always been the person who looks forward to this wedding the most. Until now, this is still the case.
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Thousands of miles away, the elder Tian stood standing on the peak of Tibetan sword, overlooking the mountains and seas, there was a kind of pleasure that the world was in control, and the negotiations that lasted for several days showed a smile, and finally there was a result.
The complete "Heaven and Earth Tibetan Sword Genealogy" emerged in his heart. This was something that palace owners of the past dynasties had failed to achieve. They had to go to the "Tibetan Sword Pavilion" or "Sword Tomb" to comprehend for themselves, and he got it from this "Tibetan "Jianfeng".
Speaking of it, it is just a sword, no matter how powerful it is, it needs people to use it.
With a wave of his big sleeve, his five fingers stretched out, and Jianfeng was hidden in the virtual cage: "Now, tell me your name!"
"My name, Xianqi!"
A cold voice came from the hidden sword peak, but there was a deep surly air in it. If Li Qingshan heard it, he would be able to tell immediately. This was exactly the sound he had heard through Zhuan Po Sword.
"Xianqi, good name, you really were sealed in the sword mound by the Wujue immortals." The elder Tian smiled, and there was a burst of enthusiasm in his heart. This is the number one treasure in the sword mound, the sword of the Wujue immortal, even if it is ten. The sum of the swords is not as good as this "Xianqi".
"If it weren't for the old guy's prohibition, how could you keep me trapped? Don't talk nonsense, and quickly cut the chains of heaven and earth!"
"No hurry, we said yes, when I become the Master of Immortal Abandoned Sword, I will naturally let you out, and I will use my sword to fight the world, better than being trapped here!" said the elder Tian, he likes taking risks, but it doesn't mean he doesn't. Know how to avoid risks.
"Come on then, my master!"
Elder Tian suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and Guo Jueru hesitated, and reviewed his plan again. There were no flaws before he became firm again and began to practice his sword! RS
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