Looking at the small figure like a rabbit carrying the Chixiao Sword and running quickly, Nangong was angry for a long time, and it was easy before he squeezed out a few words from between his teeth:

"You, bastard!"

As soon as the flower branches behind him moved, several black-clothed people had already flashed out respectfully:

"Lord Wang, there are ready-made clothes here, why don't you change them first?" Your subordinates are here to protect the Dharma! ”

After being silent for a while, Nangong Ping pulled over the shirt and said stupidly:

"Take a good look at this king, dare to have a voyeur, kill!"

"Subordinate...... Yes, sir! The black-clothed subordinates replied tremblingly.

After changing his clothes, Nangong walked over slowly, still sitting on a stone bench in a daze.

Another man in black walked over and bowed his head respectfully and persuaded:

"Lord Wang, there have been eleven flying pigeons over there, only urging the prince to hurry over. Don't miss the opportunity to come again, Lord Wang, if you stay here all the time, does it make sense Lord Wang? ”

Nangong Ping didn't seem to hear it at all, and continued to sit there, silent.

The man continued to persuade:

"Lord Wang, my subordinates watched that girl dance the sword today, and between the actions, there was already a small success. The master's vision is good, and in time, this girl's exercises will be successful. When the time comes, when the storm comes, with this girl, I am afraid that I will be able to fight with those guys. Her safety, the master actually doesn't need to worry much. ”

"Master, when you keep interrupting, you will suffer from it, master!"

……

Nangong Ping took a long breath, raised his head, and saw a small figure, running quickly towards this side.

"Her affairs, this king has his own opinions, wait for a lot of talk! Stand down for this king! With a clear sigh, Nangong Ping said indifferently.

Squinting his eyes, Nangong Ping raised his head, staring at the distance with some intentions, some concentration and some reluctance.

Yu'er, this farewell, I don't know when I will see you again, you hateful, hateful and pleasing ...... Bub?

Holding a black cloak, Xiao Yu ran over with a smile on his face with the Chixiao Sword on his back.

In plain form, he got an ancient divine weapon, and he easily won it with a little crookedness, such a good thing, Xiao Yu has lived for two lifetimes, and basically he rarely encounters it.

In other words, is the prince of Nangong, who is as talkative as Mr. Dong Yan in front of him, still the cunning guy like a fox before?

Why are you getting more and more stupid and talking?!

Hehe, sure enough, Shibei should be impressed for three days!

In line with the little kindness that he already had, Xiao Yu was still very anxious, and collected a long black cloak and sent it.

In other words, there are only a limited number of women's clothes in her luggage. This long cloak is still the same as before, when she pretended to be a small servant, she deliberately got a dense cover, so that it would not show the mountains and water, so that people could not see all the ups and downs.

Now, the only thing that can be taken out is this one garment.

Xiao Yu rummaged through his clothes with a laughing heart, and thought a little helplessly.

Gasping and finally running over again, Xiao Yu's eyes suddenly widened.

The prince of Nangong in front of him is neatly dressed, clean and dignified, where is the slightest bit of decline? !

Moreover, his clothes seem to have been changed!

Xiao Yu looked at the black cloak in his hand, and his eyes pretended to float unconsciously somewhere, and then asked sneeringly:

"Lord Wang...... This one...... That ......"

"What about this and that, can't you even speak neatly?!" With a gloomy face, Nangong Ping frowned and said.

Standing up, Nangong Ping casually folded a willow branch and posed out a few sword poses: