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Fengheyuan, he ate those unpalatable meals, she raised her eyebrows slightly, as if she was smiling, as if she was not smiling, as if she was not smiling, her eyes were flowing, isn't it just such a style?

This look, this look, even if he changes his appearance, is still the same familiar, the same straight to his heart.

It's her, it's her, it's her!

His heart shook violently, and he hurriedly retracted his palm, and Yan Qingrui's figure had already drifted away like a rabbit and melted into the night.

Shangguan Qianyu stood in place stupidly, with Yan Qingrui's face in the Wind Lotus Courtyard in his mind, and the corners of the woman's lips and smart eyes at this moment.

The two faces are constantly overlapping in front of their eyes, apart, overlapping and overlapping, parting......

No wonder, the aroma of the night breeze is so familiar, no wonder, he has never been close to women, but when he hugged her and left, his heart was extremely stable, he didn't think about it at the time, he thought it was an emergency, he focused on how to leave, and ignored his feelings.

At this time, I thought about it one by one, and then I understood.

However, he was a little confused in his heart.

If she is really Yan Qingrui, how can she have martial arts?

If she is really Yan Qingrui, why is she dressed like this?

If she was really Yan Qingrui, why didn't she admit it when he saw through her?

If she was really Yan Qingrui, seeing those three silk handkerchiefs, it was obviously her thing, why did she laugh at him?

Shangguan Qianyu stood in place as if he had lost his soul, at this moment, what Feihong Ling, what Tianji Old Man, he had forgotten everything, only Yan Qingrui's face and the black-faced woman's appearance were staggered and stacked in his mind, coming and going, playing back like a marquee.

Qingrui, is that you? Is it you?

Shangguan Qianyu wandered alone for a while, and suddenly felt that his lower body was cold, and his face suddenly turned black when he looked at the obscene pants that he had knocked to the ground before.

At the same time, he was also very shocked by the method of the woman in black, how did she take it off without damage when she wore it on his body?

Thinking of the embarrassment at that time, Jun's face appeared with some suspicious red, and for a while, black turned red, red and black overlapped several times, and finally, he sighed abruptly, and put away the things that Yan Qingrui had thrown on the ground that had been taken from his arms, and ...... The dirty pants and then disappeared into the night.

At the same time, in a room on the second floor of the Huifeng Pavilion, two people were sitting and playing against each other.

A middle-aged man wearing a green silk shirt, three locks of long beard, seemingly kind eyebrows, but his eyes are subtle, bottomless, he is more than forty years old, even if he is middle-aged, he is still handsome and easy, raising his hands and falling down, revealing a Yonghua atmosphere in the quiet, with a smile on his lips, with a trace of calm and calm.

The person sitting opposite him didn't see his face, but first saw a light and discerning head, and when he put a finger on the chessboard, raised his eyes and smiled, who else was the monk who was not Xuyun?

In front of the window on the side of the two of them, there was something like a round mirror, and from the round mirror, one could see a room opposite.

If Yan Qingrui or Shangguan Qianyu came, they could see that it was the house where they and the man in black had fought for life and death before, and it was the house that hid the Feihong Order.