The swordsman has a handsome posture and graceful eyebrows, which is completely different from the beauty of women, and also has a grace that ordinary men do not have.

No wonder it can make such a swordsmanship, magnificent and blurry, like a dream. suppressed the scorching brightness of the swordsman's body.

The bright red is rolled out with wide sleeves, and the white lining inside the cuffs looms from time to time. This is an extremely provocative bright color, not only difficult to wear style, but also easy to make people look grandiose, some people with a strong temperament and good color like this color is not without reason.

The swordsman can't see this, the proud color is sharp all over the body, Xianyan is clear and only sees the chic posture, the proper and well-behaved like the color that has just been fished out of the water, only makes people feel that its owner is clean and refreshing, Di Chang knows the name of the swordsman during the ****** conversation, the intuition of the summer solstice has always been excellent, and it is also exquisite, it is difficult to say that it is smooth sailing all the way, but there are not many twists and turns.

Since he decided to make friends with the two in front of him, he naturally had no intention of twisting and pinching, and the venison was not a loss for him, and when communicating with each other, he dared to guarantee that he was not completely lying if he said it.

As for the occasional omission in Zhong Huaiqing's words, it was not something that had anything to do with him, so he thoughtfully refused to point it out. Who hasn't had a time to hide their identity, no malice is enough.

The person in front of him is not ordinary at first glance, and his self-confidence is only raised by ordinary martial arts people, even if the family may not have a lot of money, his status should be extraordinary.

If this is not enough to guess the identity of the other party, what about the robe, people in the martial arts also have robes and gossip to wear on their bodies, and they are full of poetry and books, and the handsome man with his own charm has never been scarce.

The status of the girl on that side should be regarded as having the right to speak between the two, but she will always forget her existence inadvertently, and she can't tell the other party's appearance when she looks at it directly, if she doesn't doubt their identity, she even takes everything for granted.

He has good friends with monks, and he also knows that most people in this group pay attention to their own identity, Zhong Huaiqing's character is worthy of his friendship, and he should also have good martial arts skills, so what's wrong with making friends with one or two?

As for the girl who doesn't know the depth on the side, she even has a lot of scruples about her appearance, and she doesn't want to be too deep with people, and the etiquette is enough to be about the same, and it's not good for anyone down.

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The soft fingertips were stained with a dark and heavy purple, the fingertips were cut by tiny thorns, and the scarlet blood color was mixed with purple and sinvered, outlining a beautiful picture on the white hands.

Afu's two fingers were still pinching the fat petals, and the palm of the calyx didn't dare to move, and her wet eyes seemed to be about to cry out the next moment.

She really didn't expect that this flower would flow out of the pulp when she pinched it lightly, nor did she think that the seemingly weak calyx would give birth to sharp little thorns at the same time as the petals shattered, even if she had stopped as quickly as possible, she was still hooked.

Watching the juice flow down the blood, it would take a while for the juice to flow out of her wound, but there was nothing she could do.

As long as you pull your hand out completely, you'll be fine, but, but there's a small barb on the thorn. The sap of the flower was said to be painful when it ran over the wound, and she swore she didn't want to try it at all.

Obviously, the characteristics are so obvious, why didn't I remember the habits of this flower before, but even if I remembered it earlier, I probably couldn't imagine that the petals of this flower were so easy to break.

It should have looked very strong, so she pinched it gently, and she didn't have time to exert herself yet, if she waited until the slurry flowed into the barb of the wound to soften before pulling her hand out, she would be in pain and crying.

I always remember that I almost suffered this kind of flower loss before, how did I solve it at that time? No, I have been with my sister before, even if I read some books after coming to Shen Yuan, I shouldn't know about this flower.