"The third son, happy, like a piece of wood, there is a beauty like a flower and jade, doesn't the monk shave his head?"

Monk Huizhi took a sip of wine, seemed to feel good and said, and before he finished speaking, he stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth halfway, and ate very happily. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Brother, don't listen to his nonsense, they are just the backhands left behind by the Wu Clan, not all the people of the Wu Clan were exterminated a hundred years ago, and some of them have been secretly sent out."

The third son picked up the wine bowl, his wild eyes were finally warm, and he also drank it all and said.

"Boss, don't you know that some people have built a black-clothed Great Food Country, and that white-clothed girl named Mei Niang is the monarch of the Great Food Country! However, the girl in white is still very good to the third son, as long as the third son is willing, the sleeping is just a matter of hooking your fingers! ”

Huizhi said as he foamed, still not forgetting to stuff the meat in his mouth.

"The Big Food Country in Black? Mei Niang? It's you who have been tossing and turning in the Western Regions? ”

Yaoli put down the wine bowl and asked suspiciously.

"Of course, boss, you don't know, the black-clothed big food country is simply powerful, and the woman in pink named Wu Lan is the Wulan Niangniang who made the palace smoky, and she is the sister of the Meiniang monarch."

"If she hadn't delivered the news in it, how could the third son become the Shaodian King of the Western Regions!"

"But compared with the scenery of the third son, the monk is much more depressed, and he is forced by a large group of monks to do this and that every day, and the key is not to give meat to eat, it is simply worse than death!"

The little monk Huizhi said without raising his head or opening his eyes, but the meat in his mouth never stopped.

Yaoli finally understood their one-year experience in the gag of the little monk Huizhi, and his thinking finally became clear.

The martial family, the Wu family, turned out to be really one.

This hand, this means, this is the real man of God.

E didn't interject, silently poured a bowl of wine, and listened while drinking.

Yaoli looked at the third son and asked solemnly:

"You want to be emperor?"

"I don't want to, I just want to seek justice for my clansmen, the emperor will never be, but Mei Niang seems to have the intention, otherwise she wouldn't have spared no effort to envelop that group of monks!"

"I didn't want her to work too hard, so I pushed Huizhi to the front, just in time for Buddhism to be destroyed by my brother's master, so Huizhi naturally became the Buddha in that group of monks, and took on the hope of Buddhism's rejuvenation!"

It was the first time for the third son to say such a long thing in front of Yaoli, and he finished it in one breath, unusually fluent. After finishing speaking, he was a little afraid to look at Yaoli's eyes, and lowered his head and drank in a sullen voice.

"Hehe, our third son also has a sweetheart, to be honest with my brother, did you roll the sheets?"

Yaoli smiled and said jokingly to Sanzi, Sanzi's head was lower, and there was no echo.

Suddenly, Yao Li continued in a low voice: "What is there to be shy, my brother not only rolled over the sheets, but also rolled over the grass and coffin!" ”

"Boss, you're my idol!"

The little monk Huizhi said with a twinkle in his eyes, and even forgot to eat meat.

Sanzi raised his head and looked at Yaoli incredulously, his eyes warm and flickering.

A sip of wine almost spurted out, and his eyes widened as well.

"The turtle king eight mung beans, you can do this, tease you, drink, drink, today we have another brother!"

Seeing the expressions of the three of them, Yaoli suddenly remembered the era he was in, and hurriedly said in a round field.

In the process of pushing the cup and changing the lamp, the atmosphere became warm, and the three sons and Eryi uncharacteristically opened the conversation box, talking about their experiences.

The little monk Huizhi was the first to get drunk, and he experienced great sorrow and joy, and drank a lot of wine, and fell down without support, and finally only the third son and Yaoli have been drinking.

"This time I came to Chang'an City, mainly to get rid of Li Tianfang, but I didn't expect that in the end, it would fall short, and even Wu Lan was exposed and injured, which can be said to be worth the loss."

"But it's really worth the trip when I met my brother, Wu San is happy!"

The three sons' wild eyes were warm and rippling, and he finally explained the ins and outs of coming to Chang'an City in a disconnected manner.

"Hehe, the three sons who can talk about it are different, not only have a beauty, but also become the Shaodian King of the Western Regions, brother is happy for you! What's difficult, don't hold it yourself, tell my brother that my brother is also very powerful and capable of fighting now! ”

Yaoli patted his chest and said in a big way.

"I want to go with my brother, but I can't rest assured of them, I have made too many sacrifices to avenge them, all for the sake of the Wu Clan!"

The third son raised his head from the silence and looked at the darkness outside the house in a stunned tone.

Yao Li couldn't help but think of the first day of junior high school, a thousand faces, and Meng Feixue, and even raised his hand to touch the ribs on his chest, falling into deep thought.

With concern, there is reluctance and unnatural depth.

"Brother, what is your ideal?" Seeing that Yaoli didn't answer, Sanzi asked.

Yaoli finally woke up from his contemplation, smiled at Sanzi and said, "Even I don't believe it, when we met, I just wanted to be a rich man who could live a long life!" ”

"But now the ambition is a bit big, my brother wants to live forever and live for a long time with the relatives around him!"

Immortality, who doesn't want to!

Under the rule of the heavenly dome above, people cultivated immortals against the sky, crossed many obstacles, and lived for hundreds of years and thousands of years, which was just a stealing life.

Because people are not strong, at least not strong enough to attract the attention of the heavenly dome.

But immortality is different.

Coexisting with the heavenly dome, it is like the side of the couch, how can others snore, and the heavenly dome will try to kill it.

Immortality, a path against the sky.

"But the top priority now is to work hard to improve your cultivation and strive to get there as soon as possible!"

Yaoli took a sip of wine and looked at the sky, his eyes were foggy.

"I'm also kind of thinking about the first year of junior high school!"

The third son muttered, his body slowly slid to it, and finally he was not drunk. Like a wounded beast finally returning home, he slept defenselessly.

"Now that you're down, say whatever you want to say!"

Yaoli didn't look back, and said as if talking to himself to the sky and the bright moon.

"Can it be used for my big meal?"

Wu Meiniang, a woman in white, quietly appeared beside Yaoli and asked straight to the point.

"Wealth, beauty, and even the king above ten thousand people, as long as you nod, they all belong to you!" Wu Meiniang continued to bewitch.

Yaoli was still silent, looking at the sky all the time, as affectionate as looking at his lover's face.

"Be his woman in peace, if you dare to be unfavorable to my brother, I don't mind destroying your big food first, killing you!"

Yaoli suddenly turned around, his eyes were like electricity, his body was full of momentum, and he said domineeringly.

Wu Meiniang's soul is all rising, unable to move, the whole person is like walking on thousands of swords, trembling, like falling into the abyss.

Yao Li carried the wine jar, walked past Wu Meiniang, and slowly walked up to the third floor.

Wu Meiniang's body trembled violently and finally regained her freedom, and the pair of eyes that were invisibly like choking her throat made her fall into a nightmare.

Wu Meiniang covered her chest with her hands, and walked to the second floor with a sense of arrogance.

The second floor was close, but she walked a long way.

Eweizhang's eyes closed, and he murmured in his heart: "This is a brother!" ”

The little monk Huizhi turned over and snored loudly.

The third son did not move, and the corners of his eyes were wet.