A vibrant orange suddenly appeared in the black sky, and this orange light carried new vitality and gradually recovering heat, sweeping from the darkness of the east like a sharp sword, tearing through the darkness of hundreds of millions of miles, illuminating all things. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

A black shadow jumped on the roof of Wumeng's shop, sat cross-legged on the roof, and did not regret wearing a black leather coat, exposing his chest, and the cold wind blew a spirit, which also made him sober up a lot. I rubbed my temples a little tiredly, and sighed helplessly, this kind of thing can happen to me after drinking......

The golden light loomed, waking up in the orange light, the line of red orange was plated with a layer of gold edge, and there was a faint purple gas floating outside the orange light, which was looked at in the eyes without regret.

In fact, he didn't have much desire for that wisp of innate purple qi, and absorbing that wisp of purple yang true qi born from Haoyang was at most beneficial to spiritual power, that is, spiritual sense, and by the way, it was helpful to the cultivation of pupil art. He's a fighter who focuses on melee hand-to-hand combat, and he's not a psychic sorcerer who specializes in spiritual consciousness and is weak like a bean sprout, so it's really useless to ask for that thing. What he really cares about is the vast sea of clouds far away in the sky, covering the endless sea of clouds in Haoyang, although he can't see the inside of the sea of clouds, but because of the cultivation of the "Heavenly Cloud Dao Sutra", he is extremely sensitive to the clouds, and he can clearly feel that thousands of clouds and mist have condensed into a giant dragon rolling in the sea of clouds.

Even if the restrictions of the Jiuqing Tianyuan Palace and the human race's own physique determined that they could only accommodate up to nine cloud dragons in the nine important meridians on their bodies in their lifetime, no one's cloud dragon could compare to the big man in the sea of clouds.

Seeing that he didn't regret letting go of the Innate Purple Yang True Qi, the Heavenly Cloud Dao Wheel in his mind sped up his rotation speed and brutally inhaled the Innate Purple Yang True Qi.

I didn't regret crooking my mouth, I didn't see this scene. Holding the dantian with both hands, his breathing gradually stabilized, and the method of nourishing the veins of the Tianyun Dao Sutra was running at full strength. Two white qi dragons entered and exited from their nostrils, and a large amount of spiritual energy poured into their bodies, and the sea of clouds on the horizon seemed to sense the traction, and immediately separated a large cloud qi and floated towards the direction of no regrets.

The cloud was quite unstable, like the ice that had been placed under the heat of summer to dissipate rapidly, and although it moved quickly, it took three breaths to reach the side of Wu Regret, and the cloud that had been three miles in radius had become only the size of a fist.

A small white dragon poked its head out of his shoulder, looked at his surroundings in confusion, and then let out a low moan of excitement, opening its mouth to swallow the cloud that had been refined to the extreme. With a loud burp, Yunlong shook his head and flew around without regret a few times, burrowing back into his body.

"Isn't it okay?" sighed helplessly without regret, Yun Long's aura faintly strengthened after swallowing that cloud qi, but no matter how he attracted it, that sea of clouds no longer bothered with him, this situation was not the first time, he had tried his best to get more benefits from the sea of clouds before, but it was not realized.

tightened the leather coat on his body, returned to his room quietly without regret, threw the leather coat aside, took off his trousers, pretended that nothing had happened, and slipped into the quilt.

"Really...... Oh. With a low strange scream, Lan Mengyao, who was still sleeping, wrapped his shoulders tightly around his shoulders again, the two soft flesh on his chest squeezed his chest, and a long leg with a soft curve but not losing elasticity was on his waist!

"You, you, you, you, this is what you brought on yourself!" With a low roar, Unregret pressed it again, and Lan Mengyao, who felt a gust of evil wind rushing up, slowly opened her eyes, and saw a handsome face with a painful struggle and distortion approaching her face.

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"I can still make this movement in the morning, my boss is really, tsk. The empty crow sat downstairs with a bitter face and the others, and said with a strange smile, how creepy the expression with a sad face but a smile was so creepy.

The bone raven smiled and slapped the crow's back, but the entire arm passed through the crow's suddenly twisted and illusory back, as if the crow's back did not exist. The bone crow was not surprised, and said with a smile: "They are all from the past, why laugh at the old man?

The people present were all big men, and at the same time they let out meaningful laughter, they were all from the past, and some words did not have to be said to them to understand the meaning.

After breakfast, each of them sat on a chair to regulate their luck and close their eyes. The movement upstairs has disappeared, and it seems that the old man has died down, and they are all waiting for the old man.

Covered in steam, with his hair wet and draped over his shoulders, he walked down from the stairs, just in time to meet everyone's "you know" eyes and expressions, and couldn't help but cough in embarrassment.

"It's okay, young man, it's been so long. The poisonous crow smiled, frowning at the remorse.

There was a muffled bang, and the venomous crow rolled its eyes and fell on the table, and the corners of the crow's eyes twitched, as if it was about to explode at any moment. Slowly put away the long stick in his hand, and the crow looked apologetically without regret: "Boss, my brother is this virtue, don't pay attention to him." ”

I don't regret that an old face is about to be ripe, and he waved his hand again and again: "It's okay, it's okay, I was drunk last night, you didn't sleep well......" Looking at the deep dark circles around everyone's eyes, he wanted to hit his head to death!

What a shame!

It's weirdly quiet, and the atmosphere in the small shop suddenly becomes awkward because of a word of no regret, aren't you talking nonsense?

"Squeak. The door of Wumeng's shop was pushed open, and Rahu walked in through the door, his eyes beating and he did not regret it, the earth-shattering movement of last night had made the whole house sleepless. Seeing Rahu's twitching, as if looking at an animal, he covered his face and wailed without regret, wanting to die headlong.

"Xiaobai, is the matter done?" asked the old knife as he raised his eyelids and looked at Rahu who walked in from outside the door. I don't regret that I found out at this time...... There is also a faint black under the eyes of the old knife, and it is obvious that the dark circles under the eyes that have been eliminated by external forces but have not been completely eliminated make the unrepentant sigh, how much of a advantage was taken advantage of these bastards in the drunken madness last night!

The corners of Luo Hu's mouth twitched, and then nodded to the old knife: "It's done." Fourteen tickets to the dark feast in Baiyan City are all here. As soon as the words fell, a stack of golden paper letters was respectfully handed to the old knife by Luo Hu.

The old knife didn't look at it, and with a flick of his fingers, fourteen admission tickets flew into the hands of everyone present, except that he didn't regret it, he received two, but the old knife didn't leave a copy for himself!

"Daddy, this ......" looked at the golden invitation letter in each hand in his left and right hands in a daze, not knowing what it meant.

The demon knife squinted his eyes and nested his body into the wide seat, constantly twisting and finding a comfortable position to slump in the chair with satisfaction, and said lazily: "The dark feast, it's not a great thing, if there is any opportunity for your brothers to go to the Kyushu Mountain and Sea Tower, then it is called magnanimity! The so-called dark feast is nothing compared to the mountain and sea assembly in Kyushu Mountain and Sea Tower." The old man is already old, what are you going to do where those young people go? It just so happens that you take Lan Yatou to see if there is any spiritual weapon suitable for her, and take a picture of it, since you want to follow you, then you must have some self-defense, you ask these boys, which of their daughters-in-law is not the old man, I will take it hand in hand? Women walk the rivers and lakes, don't you suffer a net loss without any means? You can't follow the woman's ass all the time. Everyone burst into laughter, what the old knife said is reasonable, women, especially those who have a bit of grace outside, if they don't have a few scheming means to protect themselves, it is far from enough to rely on their own men!

"By the way, Xiaobai, you didn't cause trouble, did you?" As if remembering something, the old knife suddenly spoke.

The corners of Luo Hu's mouth were crooked, and he replied very simply, simply and in amazement: "No, it was sent by a few small leaders of the dilapidated forces in the west of the city, and they didn't cause trouble." The old knife looked at Luo Hu secretly, the corners of his mouth twitched, he didn't cause trouble? The bloodshot in his eyes hasn't subsided, do you dare to say that he didn't cause trouble?! After staying for a long time, the demon knife found the peculiarities on the white tiger Luo Hu's body - for example, if he was forced to be anxious, his own combat power would suddenly soar, and if he had some violent conflicts with people, his eyes would be bloodshot, and the scarlet would not be able to retreat casually.

"Okay, a few unlucky guys who don't know whether to avenge the leader of the Zenith Alliance, I went to their helmsman and sat down, and I really didn't cause trouble. Rahu reluctantly admitted some established facts, which sounded to the crows nothing more than "I didn't get a ticket, but a few forces attached to the Zenith League happen to have it in their hands, so if we destroy the Zenith Alliance, we naturally have the right to go to those small forces to ask for some interest or something." Everyone smiled profoundly, if this law of the jungle cannot be practiced well in a chaotic place, then it is a real idiot and fool!

Nodding with satisfaction, obviously the old knife appreciates Luo Hu's approach very much, he is a killer with a strong gangsterism, and when he gets old, he is naturally still an old bastard who washes his hands in a golden basin with a strong gangsterism! Of course, this "old bastard" does not have a little derogatory meaning, in the "industry", saying that a person is a "bastard" is often a very high degree of identification with this person!

"Didn't leave a curse, did you?" asked the old knife, intentionally or unintentionally.

Luo Hu laughed: "Naturally not, they were stiff when they were put on their necks with axes, but there were people everywhere, they wanted to give this invitation, and they had to give it if they didn't want to give it!" As soon as Luo Hu's words fell, the old knife roared angrily and kicked Luo Hu's buttocks, and directly kicked Luo Hu out of the door under the sluggish gaze of everyone.

"Kill less, kill less! Bastard, you little bastard! Bai Yancheng is just a few bastards, one gang a day, who will we find to collect rent in half a year, where will we go to take the commission?! You just cut off a head, and the next day someone may be willing to spend 10,000 taels of gold to kill him! It's all money, money!" The old knife hung his feet and paused his chest, and he didn't regret waiting for the others to be silent.

It's a pair of bastards, the best bastards in the middle of the matter!;