Murong Qing was very troubled.

He slowly followed the young man, thinking hard about how to coax the other party to smile.

It was an experience he had never had before, and at the moment he didn't care about the novelty.

The morning in the town is always lively, the vendors along the street are side by side, the shouting tricks are even more varied, the old and the young, the fat and the thin faces are reflected in the rising sun, and they look particularly pleasing.

The slender sister on the side of the street saw him with bright eyes, stepped forward with a basket of flowers, and said with a smile: "This father-in-law, bring a flower to the lady in the family?"

Her eyebrows are clear and beautiful, and she is especially pleasing to the eye when she bends her eyes and speaks softly. Murong Qing glanced in the direction of Yan Xilan, and when he saw that the person had not gone far, he turned around and smiled: "Niangxing* see the smile, I haven't married yet." ”

Sister's eyes are swollen and cunning. "Then it will be given to a beautiful woman, how can you not have a pink confidant. ”

Murong Qing didn't know what to think, and was coaxed.

The woman was born with a seven-hearted and exquisite heart, and when she saw this, she smiled and handed the bamboo basket forward. At the bottom of the basket was a plain piece of fine linen weaving, on which all kinds of seasonal flowers were displayed in an orderly manner, and the man looked at it, and his long fingers crossed the fiery red kapok, and the small apricot blossom stopped on the only awe-inspiring white peony in the basket. A delicate and expensive variety, partial and beautiful, people are willing to tolerate it.

Throwing down enough money to buy this basket of flowers, Murong Qing walked to the young man's side with flowers, and said with a smile: "Poetry and you see, who does it look like?"

The young man does not squint, but walks forward.

Murong Qing was not annoyed, and sent the flower to his sight in a good-natured manner, "At the moment of the country, how can Shihe be ruthless and treat it as nothing." ”

After a lot of hard work, the man still looked tireless and energetic. Xu couldn't take him, the young man stopped and said: "No matter how good it is, no matter how good it is, it is just a thing for people to play with, and it is sadly tight." How you want to treat it is the freedom of the Murong Sect Master, the freedom to see or not to look at it, if the Sect Master still remembers the current form, please put aside the idea of having fun for the time being. ”

Murong Qing retorted: "How do you know that I am having fun?"

Yan Xilan looked at him and smiled, his eyes were implicitly sharp, "Dare to ask the sect leader if you have ever asked it about its wishes? Can you dare to guarantee that you have never had the slightest hint of trickery with it? Have you ever felt that it is easy to grasp it?" Seeing that the person was silent, he said in a natural tone: "Since you have a contemptuous heart, how can you have respect for it?"

Murong moved his lips, intending to say something.

"But you're not wrong. The young man's expression was full of compassion and ruthlessness, "The strong are kings, everyone has their own abilities, and it is natural for the weak to be taken care of." After all, how much ability you have, how much benefit you can enjoy, from a certain point of view, it is also a kind of fairness. In this world, there is no zài for nothing, only the torrent of hundreds of battles. ”

After saying this, the young man walked back and hurried forward in the flow of people.

Murong Qing thought, how could this person be so lovely. From his form to his words, his heart is so good that he can't help but want to tear through the coat that is high and invincible to hundreds of poisons, and see what kind of expression he can show.

It must be very tempting.

If you are born as a human being, you should fall into the mortal dust and reach it.

In the next few days, Yan Xilan wisely did not mention the topic of parting ways. As mentioned earlier, he doesn't like to do useless work.

The two disguised themselves and traveled north day and night, during which they avoided several groups of people who were not good at coming. Murong Qing is still casual and lazy, and he doesn't have a straight mouth, but he is much more gentle and meticulous to him after all, and occasionally his eyes meet, and his dark eyes still have an undisguised flattery.

Yan Xilan was nervous, thinking about his own value, and how hot it was with a man.

A person who plays with the son of luck in the original world, like a marionette, has to follow his actions and rejoices and sorrows, is naturally not trustworthy, nor can he be lightly believed.

Yan Xilan recalled the final development of the lower world line, and Jian Yu, who had already been attacked with the other three at that time and was pampered and cared for, seemed to just say because of Murong Qing's affection: "I still can't help but love you." He abandoned his previous suspicions and left a qiē, and completely rebuilt the old with him.

The young man came back to his senses and asked the man who was walking in a hurry, "Since you didn't do this, why don't you clarify it?"

"Why do you want to clarify?" the man said lazily: "The Central Plains martial arts fell into civil strife, and they were made into a miasma by their own people, and they were still singing in sanctimonious skins one by one. Relatives and friends are enemies, enemies are brothers, I am willing to stop such a wonderful drama, it should be praised. ”

At this, he licked his lips, as fierce and excited as a beast that chooses to eat people, eager to try. "If we devils don't put our names on the ground, won't we live up to their expectations? ”

Yan Xilan thought to himself, no wonder the original world was indifferent to Qianfu's accusations, and he was still making waves everywhere all day long, it really didn't insult the name of your demon sect demon.

"You deserve to be wanted like this. The young man said frankly.

"This seat is the leader of the Demon Sect. The man was triumphant, and the implication was that he didn't want anyone I wanted.

Then they were besieged.

In the wilderness, the vegetation is flourishing, and there are a dozen black-clad assassins facing each other with swords - it is estimated that there are still a few hanging from the trees. The battle is on the verge of breaking out.

Murong Qing hurriedly joked that poetry and this mouth are really powerful, and what to talk about.

Yan Xilan swung his sword and slashed down the hidden arrow from behind him, entangled with the two assassins who took the opportunity to pounce, and he was too busy to pay attention to him. The other party is obviously a person who understands, and understands the importance of not talking nonsense and not sending experience in batches. The gap in strength is there, and the youth must not be careless.

What was surprising was Murong Qing. With Yan Xilan's strength, dealing with the two assassins had to be 120,000 points of spirit, not to mention the need to release cold arrows in the dark from time to time, so that most of the pressure fell on Murong Qing. The man didn't say anything, he took it all, and even freed his hand to help Yan Xilan from time to time. But two fists are hard to beat four hands, this lineup of six Zhang Zhang, Li Zhang, will all die, no matter how powerful Murong Qing is, there will always be times when he is injured.

When he flew back to protect the youth again, the men who were attacked in all directions failed to dodge the hidden arrows shot at the vest, and only had time to avoid the fatal parts dangerously, so he snorted and took it with his flesh and blood.

Yan Xilan, who was protected by him, was a little confused, he wanted to ask Murong Qing why, so he asked.

Even Murong Qing himself couldn't say why.

He also wanted to ask: why does the body not obey the command and act on its own? Paying for a toy is something he would never do.

Yan Xilan hugged him back and flashed sideways, dodging the long sword that stabbed diagonally, staring at him with bright eyes like a torch, "No matter what, I won't leave you." The voice was short and short, but the words were sonorous and extremely firm.

At that time, both of them were painted to describe the wolf bèi, and their faces were still stained with blood marks that I don't know who it was, Murong Qing wanted to say that the emaciated camel was bigger than the horse, and I was better than you, but looking at the young cat-like face, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but open an arc, and he smiled.

Note*: Niangxing, a common name for women in ancient times.