The two of them fought on their own, completely forgetting the anxiety in the heart of Shang Xianqin, who wanted to upgrade under the boulder.

The PK scene of the two gods is not to be missed, and the twenty levels will be promoted tomorrow, which is a dilemma.

So she stood up, hid the strategy and the blank paper again, and imitated the moves of Huo Yanyi, who was in the same profession as herself, while trying to pull a few monsters over to practice.

Huo Yan Yan Yi and Hanjiang Sanse already have a good relationship, so naturally it will not be a really fatal duel, and it will be Shang Xianqin's body as soon as he fights.

Huo Yanyi: "Old Han, you see that Xiao is diligent and diligent, and he is a potential stock!" ”

Hanjiang Sanse: "What do you want to illustrate?" ”

Huo Yanyi: "I think there's a reason why Lao Han lost to me in this bet of accepting Xiao Qinqin as an apprentice!" ”

Hanjiang Tricolor: "? ”

Huo Yan Yanyi: "I think you're afraid that you won't be able to hold it, so you deliberately lost to me!" ”

Hanjiang three-color forehead, he is an honest, serious and rigorous person, and as one of the few normal people in the whole service, why can't he hold it?

However, Huo Yanyan spread his hands and played a scoundrel: "Otherwise, why did you snatch the red book that Xiao Qinqin worshipped me as a teacher?" You take it out, and when I dissolve the master-apprentice relationship, I will give this apprentice to you! ”

Hanjiang Sanse immediately objected: "I don't agree." ”

"Old Han, I'm thinking about your lifelong happiness!" Huo Yan Yanyi really broke his heart for his friend, of course, the more important reason was that he felt that he couldn't hold Shang Xianqin, a little apprentice, at all!

As for this loyal fanatical fan of Fried Golden Flower, if he brought her back to the South Gate, wouldn't he blow up the gang he had built?

Think of the scene where the entire gang was blown up into the sky and the sun side by side, it was so beautiful that it was miserable.

"Want a red book?" Hanjiang Sanse suddenly realized why Sao Baohuo would say that he was sorry for him, "If you want me, I'll give it to you." ”

"Really?" Huo Yanyi said that it was incredible, so he looked up at the sky with forty-five degrees of sadness, and made a big close-up of the bridge of his high nose in the moonlight, "I always feel that there is some conspiracy!" ”

His intuition is very accurate, or rather, he has a deep understanding of the person of Hanjiang Sanse.

Hanjiang Sanse took out the red book and shook it, it was obviously dark night, but Sao Baohuo felt that the book in his hand was very bright, and almost blinded his 24K titanium alloy dog eyes!

I only heard him reply lukewarmly: "When Shang Xianqin is at the top of the full level, I will naturally return it to you." ”

Huo Yan Yan Yi covered his little liver with one hand and stretched out a trembling finger: "You...... You...... What a shame! ”

If Shang Xianqin is really at the top of the full level, why should he terminate the master-apprentice relationship? Slipping a great god apprentice is like sneaking a race-level German shepherd dog, and the return rate is simply 100%!

Hanjiang Sanse touched his face, that face was fine, except for the face towel, there was no one to see.

So this war between the gods turned into a battle for the red book, the three colors of the cold river kept dodging, and the fire Yan Yan Yi attacked at high speed, from the perspective of Shang Xianqin, an innocent person who fought monsters underground, that were two fools!

She took one night to move up two levels, and those two fools spent one night grabbing the red book.

In the end, the red book was still in Hanjiang Sanse's hand, and Huo Yan Yanyi was so tired that he collapsed on the morning boulder and gasped: "I'm really tired and broke my Qianqian jade arm!" ”

Shang Xianqin almost didn't have a fox roaring bonfire and threw it on Sao Baohuo's body, it was really a long time since he had seen such a faceless character.

Sao Baohuo, who didn't sleep for beauty sleep, hurried from the suburbs to his small Zhuangzi to make up for sleep, Hanjiang Sanse stretched his waist and went back to the inn, the sky was bright, Shang Xian thought diligently to fill his stomach, and also returned to Kongsang City.

Every morning, the Tearing Sky Daily will publish a new day's "Tearing Sky Daily", the main content of the daily newspaper is the big and small gossip that happens in the game, and the manuscript fee is of course gratifying.

While nibbling on the freshly baked meat buns while walking on the road to the Tearing Sky Daily, when the sky gradually brightened, the players in the game began to go online one after another.

There is a familiar figure at the door of the newspaper, with green clothes and long hair like a waterfall, which is Ermao's life.

As soon as Ermao Sheng saw Shang Xianqin, he greeted him: "The little junior sister is actually level sixteen?" I'll be wearing my Xian Yun costume soon, huh? What do you do at the newspaper? ”

Shang Xianqin replied solemnly with the record of last night's battle: "Come and submit!" ”

The word contribution was taught to her by Ermao not long ago.

Ermao's eyes suddenly emitted a light of gossip, and the whole service knew that Shang Xianqin, the little-known Xiao Chongxiao, had been with Hanjiang three-color first-level Huo Yan Yan Yan from the beginning of the first level, and the gossip that broke the news from her mouth must be about the two of them!

The pricing method of gossip calculates the manuscript fee according to the attention of the player, and Ermao Sheng rubbed his palms and sighed incredulously: "Little junior sister, you are going to send it!" ”

Shang Xianqin's eyes had already been occupied by a small amount of money, and he immediately took out a small note of the record: "Come on, come on, senior sister, let's see how to write the incident more confusingly?" ”

Ermao is a selfless and helpful sister, and her world is not only a sole that can kill, but also a pen that can kill.

She praised as she watched: "Everyone actually missed a decisive battle last night? Little junior sister, let me tell you, to highlight the point that the masked man has done sorry for the master, and also, in the middle of the night, he fought in the novice village until the morning, Emma, this can be written into a 100,000-word high-H pure meat martial arts novel! ”

Shang Xianqin was confused when he heard it: "What kind of meat is pure meat?" ”

Ermaosheng rubbed her head angrily: "Don't care about the details, come, senior sister will help you polish!" ”

At the door of the Tearing Sky Daily, the two girls hid in the corner while exchanging experiences while writing and drawing, and when the newspaper opened the door, Ermao Shengsheng, who was an honorary member, immediately rushed in: "President! There's big news! ”

"You've been writing from a cricket fight outside the door to two dogs □□ in Death Valley this month," said a lady who came down the revolving wooden staircase of the newspaper office and tapped on the table with a folding fan. Don't just cheat on the manuscript fee! ”

Ermao Shengsheng blew his bangs and pulled Shang Xianqin in front of him: "My little junior sister's manuscript, about the masked man and my master, do you want it?" Don't give me to someone else! ”

When the president of the newspaper heard this, his eyes immediately lit up, and even his attitude turned 180 degrees: "Yes!" Fifty gold! If it's not enough, the manuscript fee is negotiable! ”

Shang Xianqin, who had been silent for a long time, felt that in this world, it was a matter of minutes to make a fortune! It's all stupid people and money come quickly!

Just two hours later, today's "Tearing Sky Daily" was listed.

At this time, Huo Yanyanyi, who had just finished making up for sleep, was about to go out to pick up a few girls, and Hanjiang Sanse, who had just come down from the inn, began the process of finding a way to go home for a new day.

At the turn of the manor, at the foot of the inn, a small merchant selling newspapers waved newspapers and howled at the top of his voice: "Sell newspapers, sell newspapers! How do the three colors of the cold river and the lonely man and the widow spend the night together? Why did Huo Yan Yan Yi keep claiming that Hanjiang Sanshi was sorry for him? What kind of love and hate are hidden behind the lonely night? What happened last night in the outskirts of Fuyuan Village, a duel that makes people think about it? Behind this qiē, is it the distortion of human nature or the degradation of morality? Is it a sexual outburst or a hunger for helplessness? Stay tuned to this morning at 8 o'clock in the morning, "Tearing the Sky Daily" annual giant "The Road of No Return of the Two Male Gods"! Let's follow the report into the perverted world of Hanjiang Tricolor and Huoyan Yanyi! ”

The soles of the feet of both people slipped at the same time......