“…… Kerr...... Wanyu ...... Don't ......" "Mowgli" suddenly felt that someone kept pushing him, and when he opened his eyes, he was the old jailer on duty next to him. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The jailer was displeased with him. "What's wrong with you, one night called Ke'er, one night called Wanyu, and you keep lifting me down the kang, do you have a nightmare? I miss my wife, I miss my wife, I will go back tomorrow." ”

"This! maybe. "Wuji" had no choice but to apologize, and hurriedly got up to patrol under the excuse of not letting the old jailer count him again.

Alone, alone to the courtyard. The moonlight is like water, and everything in the courtyard is vivid. There are only dry branches in the flower bed, and the pines and cypresses in the courtyard are quiet. The whole courtyard was dead silent.

What's wrong just now, "Wuji" asked himself, why is it Ke'er for a while, and Wanyu for a while.

…… In the study, the aroma is blurred. The fingers like green onions stretched out, put the pen in his hand, lightly dipped the ink, and smoothed the rice paper with his right hand. What to paint, the white skin and beautiful Kerr, who is light and light, fell into contemplation at the moment, but for a moment his face was full of redness, covering his mouth and smiling, and he looked even more shy and lovely. Let's draw a mandarin duck playing in the water, and the pen is waiting to be put into the paper......

…… Wanyu held the sword, staring at Ke'er with a straight gaze, approaching step by step, getting closer, and Wanyu soared into the air, "Wow!" The lightning-like sword stabbed straight at Ke'er, who was painting quietly......

That day, it was obviously that Wanyu stabbed herself with a sword, why did she stab Ke'er again. What's going on. The two of them have never met, and they have nothing to do with each other, how could they ......

Wanyu, no, that Wanyu should be called Miss Zhu, but how can she be called Wanyu, can Wanyu be called by herself, Zhu Pavilion Master, Zou, Cao Da, and Mrs. Cao can all be called, but she can't be called. "Bang!" "Wuji" clearly felt that he raised his palm and slapped it on his face, it hurt, how dare he call someone Wanyu. Do you really ...... No, this must not be, Ke'er has not gone far, but he is thinking about another woman, and he is full of shame in his heart at the moment. But that's in a dream, who can control themselves. That Wanyu clearly wanted to drive Ke'er away from her heart, no, how could this be, Ke'er was Ke'er, Wanyu was Wanyu. Ahh So he shouted heavily: "Miss Zhu!" Miss Zhu's voice echoed in the empty courtyard, "Wuji" was startled, and was busy looking around, fortunately there was no one around, and if you listened carefully, you could hear a slight snoring coming from the prison.

But when he thought of Miss Zhu, he became at a loss again, he had already pretended to be his son at Mrs. Cao's place that day, which shows that he still has to be this fake son, but he should have been called Cheng Wanyu that day, but he was clearly called Cheng Keer. That night, she stubbornly made Miss Zhu feel that she was the negative Cao Zheng. How these two women should deal with this is really a headache. Although Kerr is gone, how can it be easily erased from his heart? Who can like another woman without liver or lungs. This prison disaster is easy to deal with, and the act of relieving people's thoughts has also been done, that is, this relieving people's suffering, but it is difficult to do it satisfactorily. This is not because the old way can't solve the poison, and deliberately devises some mystical tricks.

"This is a dead old man!" "Wuji" actually felt that he was clearly scolded. It's strange to say, as soon as he finished scolding Lao Dao, he suddenly felt a faint pain in his stomach, and it became more and more painful, and he clearly felt sweat flowing down his head. Could it be that this old way really can't be scolded, that day Zhu Gui scolded the old way, his stomach hurt and hurt, he just scolded today, and his stomach hurt, and it was the middle of the night, could it be that this old way has become a refinement. For the sake of today, it is the best policy to make amends as soon as possible. So "Wuji" hurriedly knelt down towards Qingxuguan, and said softly: "Old immortal, the disciple shouldn't complain about you, you don't care about the villain, spare the disciple quickly." ”

It's strange to say, just after saying this, this stomach really doesn't hurt anymore. So, "Mowgli" lay on the ground and kowtowed three times in a row, and then got up.

"Mowgli" is difficult to calm down tonight, think about it carefully, it has been more than two months since she left Ke'er, and I don't know who buried the bones of her and her parents, and where they were buried. During the New Year's Festival, I don't know if someone can sacrifice and sweep. I don't know if my sister who married into a neighboring village has been implicated.

Thinking so, he returned to his room, where the old jailer was already asleep.