"Ouch, Yu'er, are you really angry? Tut, tsk. It's just to amuse you for one night, so why bother making such a big fuss? Hugh wants to scare me with the Chixiao sword in your hand, the number of times this king has taught you to be ruthless is too much. ”

The familiar Qingming voice, with a bit of a smile, came out lazily from the corner of the house.

Suddenly, in the whole room, it was as if someone had turned on the light switch all of a sudden, and for a while, Huaguang was prosperous.

In the corner of the house not far away, a red robe, like a spring flower, was revealed little by little.

The long red corners, the tall figure, the long arms, and a delicate face as beautiful as a flower and a beautiful woman are also stretched out with the fading of a shiny weaver's fine bright white shirt.

Glancing at Xiao Yu's angry face, the guy smiled lightly:

"Why, Yu'er, this king has spent so much effort today, helping you sweep the floor, help you arrange flowers, help you lay the floor, help you practice martial arts, sit here and wait for you to come back from drinking, exhausting your energy to please you, you don't know how to be grateful, do you still want to use that Laoshzi sword to sharpen this king?!"

Nangong Ping? Could it be, that mysterious Nangong Ping?!

Standing there stupidly, Xiao Yu was a little incredulous, and bit his idle hand.

Is it true? This guy who has been quietly thinking about it actually appeared in front of him in such an odious way?!

Is it true? Why didn't you know that this guy who has always been mysterious and unfathomable, pretending to be a ghost, would actually be so good?!

Is it true? Can this guy be so omnipotent and omnipresent, even if he wants to rent this small courtyard, he can calculate it so accurately in advance?!

……

Many, many words suddenly stuck in Xiao Yu's heart.

It's just that there are so many things I want to say, and for a while, I don't know where to start.

In comparison, Nangong Ping is much simpler and more practical.

Straddled his long legs, and stepped in front of Xiao Yu in a few steps.

I don't want to say a word of nonsense.

Nangong Ping snatched the Chixiao sword and threw it aside at will, only then did Xiao Yu's petite body tightly hug it into his arms.

Suddenly oppressed by the external force of Mengli, Xiao Yu only felt that he seemed to be a little breathless.

The familiar scent of green lotus has a kind of dizzying magic.

After a little suffocation, Xiao Yu's head regained a little bit of clarity.

Pushing the sturdy chest in front of the tip of his nose hard, Xiao Yu snorted dissatisfiedly:

"You say, what are you crazy about this time, you are actually pretending to be a ghost to scare me! People are scary, they will scare people to death, do you know it?! ”

"Scare you, it's already considered light!" Nangong replied calmly:

"Tell me, as a woman from my Nangong family, you always don't know how to be self-respecting. Why, every time I see you, there will be a silly little offspring behind you? In the past, it was that fool Chi Qiu, this time the kid, but who is it?! Look at it, this king is so easy to bully! Such an ugly guy is actually willing to take it, can he look a little bit again?! Scare you, but also let you have a long time to see and take your heart! ”