"...... this old man?" Ximen Feiyang put away the folding fan and asked Song Yu. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"This ......" Song Yu was slightly embarrassed and looked at the old man: "I don't know either." ”

"Ahem! Old decay is not enough, it is not enough! The old man led the boy to the meadow.

Song Yu smiled helplessly: "That's right! This is Fang Shu's little brother, the King of Fighters Long Xiaotian's disciple. ”

Although the old man ignored Ximen Feiyang, he didn't care, and introduced himself to Fang Shu: "Brother Fang, hello! My name is Simon Feiyang, and you can call me Simon to catch the head. How is your master Long Xiaotian doing? ”

Fang Shu muttered in his heart: This Ximen Feiyang Wenwen is weak, and he is actually a head catcher. Master is right when he says, "People should not be disguised. ”

"My master is in good spirits! Simon catcher, do you know my master? Fang Shu asked rhetorically.

"Your master didn't mention me?" Simon Feiyang asked rhetorically.

"I may have mentioned it, but I don't have a good memory." Fang Shu said embarrassedly.

"Huh! Not to mention that your master once helped me hunt down the Black Whirlwind Li Kui, and he can be regarded as a good brother! If you need help with anything, just come to me. Simon Feiyang laughed.

"Thank you, Simon!" Fang Shu was very happy: "I'm going to participate in the selection of the Praetorian Guard in a few days, do you have a place to live these days?" ”

Simon Feiyang immediately said: "No problem! I'll arrange it. ”

"Ahem! Little brother over there, let's try it! The old man and the young man had already walked into the meadow, and when they saw that Fang Shu had not come, he greeted him.

"Gyokuro! It's a lively place! Mei Jingjing, the rose reporter of Chuandeng Villa, walked over from the stone bridge, slim and charming.

"Jingjing!" Song Yu was both surprised and delighted: "Why are you here?" ”

Ximen Feiyang patted Song Yu on the shoulder, seemed to be smiling, and walked away with interest.

He said to Fang Shu: "Brother Fang, do you want to compete with the old man?" ”

"It's not! It's a competition with the little master next to the old man. Fang Shu walked to the grass as he spoke, and the west gate flew and unfolded the folding fan, shaking the folding fan while following it.

Mei Jingjing walked up to Song Yu, looked at him affectionately and said, "Not welcome? ”

Song Yu didn't say a word, and hugged Mei Jingjing deeply.

"Jingjing! Ask you one thing. Song Yu's eyes were gentle.

"What's the matter?" Mei Jingjing touched Song Yu's soft and delicate face and couldn't put it down.

Song Yu grabbed Mei Jingjing's hand with her right hand and asked, "Where is Chief Secretary Jiang Xiaosheng now?" ”

Mei Jingjing paused for a moment and replied, "Boss Jiang has always seen the beginning and not the tail of the dragon, I really don't know where he is now. ”

Fang Shu and Ximen Feiyang stopped two meters away from an old man and a young man.

Ximen Feiyang put away the folding fan and said, "Old man, you just held my silver needle with your fingers, it's amazing!" Admire under it! ”

"Ahem! This boy has won the award! The old man said modestly.

"I'm the head catcher of the capital, and I've always been interested in the origins of others. Can the old man tell the next daimyo? Simon said respectfully.

"Ahem! It turned out to be a head catcher, and the old man kept to himself all his life and did not commit any crimes. The old man avoided the topic.

Simon Feiyang unfolded the folding fan and asked the young man, "This little young master, what is your name?" Where are the people? ”

The boy tilted his head, pursed his lips and smiled, but did not answer.