Qian Mu: "Sister, I won't marry." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

In the Mandarin Duck Pavilion, after recruiting relatives in the ring, the swordsman Bai Yu got his wish and became a guest of the Mandarin Duck Pavilion. In the cabinet, Yang Mo, the owner of the Mandarin Duck Pavilion, looked at his sister who was holding a knife and wanted to commit suicide.

The eyes, the corners of the eyebrows are cold, the hair is coiled high, the red eye shadow, but the bottom of the eyes is unusually calm.

Yang Mo's eyes were white: "If you marry, people may not be willing to marry." ”

Qianmu: "That?" ”

Qian Mu put down the knife, walked in front of her sister, and held her sleeve with her hand: "Then he still participates in the ring competition, and he wants to marry me?" Could it be a fool? ”

Yang Mo closed her eyes and took away the hand she was resting on her: "He wants the treasure of the Mandarin Duck Pavilion." ”

Qian Mu: "Astronomical fan? He's crazy, this astronomical fan, even if the museum is destroyed, can't be given to him. ”

Duck Mo: "So,"

Yang Mo looked at her seriously, ruthless and beautiful: "Either you marry, or for Rong Er, you will commit suicide and martyrdom." ”

Qianmu: "Sister! ”

knelt down with a plop, her eyes were full of tears, Qianmu subconsciously went to hug her thighs, Yang Mo shook her sleeves, kicked her aside, stepped forward, and ordered the people outside the door: "Look at Qianmu, if there is a half-point difference tonight, don't live." ”

The eyes were fierce, the night was already completely dark, and in the hall, the person who won the battle, as well as the protector of the Qinglong Division, Meng Zhang, had already taken their seats.

Yang Mo walked in and toasted to the two of them.

Bai Yu returned the salute and got up, also bowing, but did not drink. just said: "I heard that the Mandarin Duck Pavilion makes a living by building bridges, so the news should be quite proficient?" ”

Yang Mo smiled and responded: "I don't know the son, but there is someone you like?" ”

Bai Yu smiled lightly: "Yes, yes, it's just one less dowry." ”

Yang Mo pursed her lips and smiled, and drank it all.

Didn't talk.

Bai Yu: "Don't you know, the pavilion owner is willing to help me?" ”

Yang Mo still smiled: "As long as I give it in the hall, the son can do his own thing." ”

Bai Yu: "Is this true?" ”

Yang Mo nodded.

Bai Yu bowed his hand and took out an object from his arms: "That's down, thank you for the love of the pavilion master." ”

Turning around and leaving, that thing is not anything, it is the treasure in the Mandarin Duck Pavilion.

Yang Mo: "Someone." ”

There were already people in the Mandarin Duck Pavilion who were quickly guarding the door, and Yang Mo walked over and stared at his hand: "Where did you get this thing?" ”

Bai Yu's peach blossom eyes smiled very wantonly and recklessly: "Why, the owner of the museum doesn't even remember how the astronomical fan was lost that day?" ”

Impossible, impossible. Yang Mo's face turned pale: "How could it be you, the one who stole it, it was obviously the thief of the saint-Ye Qiansoul." ”

Bai Yu deliberately lengthened his throat, and when he caught that sneaky person in the morning, he felt that something was wrong: "Could it be that the hall owner likes that thief saint?" ”

Yang Mo: "You talk nonsense. ”

Bai Yu said again: "The thief saint was killed by me. ”

The air around him instantly cooled. The owner of the Mandarin Duck Pavilion, Yang Mo, slapped the wind and countless hidden weapons, coming out of the cuffs, only to the swordsman Bai Yu, and regardless of Bai Yu, he opened the fan to block it, destroying the treasure of the Mandarin Duck Pavilion.

Bai Yu used the fan to block back all the hidden weapons, the fan swirled, took a step back, stared at the devastated fan again, and sighed: "It turns out, it's fake?" ”

Then, he looked at the owner of the Mandarin Duck Pavilion, Yang Mo: "I won this ring today, the owner of the pavilion should also know my intention, this Mandarin Duck Pavilion dares to gather people from the rivers and lakes in Yongzhou in the name of losing fake fans, no, is there any premeditation?" ”

Yang Mo, the owner of the Mandarin Duck Pavilion, gritted his teeth, but his expression was unusually calm: "The Mandarin Duck Pavilion is naturally acting upright, and the astronomical fan was lost that day, although it was fake, but it is difficult to guarantee that the person who stole the treasure of my Mandarin Duck Pavilion will not steal it a second time." Therefore, the world is hereby warned to catch the thief. ”

Then a frost beauty sneered: "It's just that I didn't expect you to find the door by yourself." Qinglong Division-Meng Zhang, why don't you help me take him down? ”

Bai Yu held the remnant fan in his hand, peach blossom eyes, and as usual, he was unusually handsome, unusually evil, and his figure kept retreating, covering the smile on the corner of his lips: "Since it is fake, then I will leave." ”

A silver figure, retreating, spinning, suddenly jumped to the opposite eaves, Bai Yu closed the fan, and in an instant, the hidden device that was originally embedded in the fan was shot by the duck foam, leading to the bottom and flying.

Everyone in the Mandarin Duck Pavilion retreated again and again, only to hear a sentence in the high eaves in the air: "Regret, there is a period." ”

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Witch Division.

Jing Xie packed up the medicine box, squatted beside the thief saint, and supported his chin with both hands: "Why do you say that you are so bad, your face is like this, so you went to the Witch Spirit Division to seek medical treatment?" ”

Farewell to the thief saint's head.

Whoever wants to come over to seek medical treatment, the Witch Spirit Division is clearly a place that kills people and does not have long eyes, but who knows that there are people in this Witch Spirit Division who know how to heal.

Jing Xie asked again: "Then, how did you get the wound on your face?" I heard Chu Yun say that you robbed the tomb and the corpse was poisonous, you should have heard of it, right? ”

The thief's body was shocked, he turned around, and was about to speak, but he could only sigh in pain.

Jing Xie hurriedly found pen and ink and gave it to him.

The thief wrote on the paper: "Is he saying that this is corpse poison on my face?" ”

"This corpse poison is an incurable disease, and the traces can only be maintained, which means that my face is not saved?" ”

The thief still kept writing on the paper, constantly questioning, and in the end, the more he wrote, the more his hand trembled, and he became more and more unacceptable, did he have to live with this face forever?

Jing Xie was also frightened by his inner thoughts, and hurriedly persuaded: "It's not completely sure, but after the operation of your face, Chu Yun said, let the Vermilion Bird Division help you fix it, and you will still be as handsome as before." ”

The thief did not speak, his own face, he naturally knew best. Jing Xie accepted the paper and replaced him with a blank piece of paper: "I was also injured when I was a child, and I was scratched by a weasel on my neck at that time. One of the senior brothers said, 'Jing Xie, you can't get married in the future, I'll marry you.' ’

I asked him, 'You don't mind a big scar?' ’

Senior brother smiled, he said, as long as you are still a little junior sister, it is enough. Therefore, I think that as long as the person you like really likes you, then even if you don't look as good as before, she can still accept you slowly. ”

Jing Xie: "Because you are a thief, in addition to this face, you have other charms, you still have, your past." ”

Jing Xie smiled at him, in fact, the eyes of the thief saint were also very good-looking, the eyelashes were long, the pupils were black, and they were very godly, and then they looked at it and watched, and their true feelings drooled.

The thief saint endured the pain in his face and said slowly: "Do you think I look good like this?" ”

Jing Xie hurriedly took out a strip of gauze in the medicine box and wiped his saliva: "No, it's your eyes that are good-looking." ”

Thief: "You? ”

The thief held back, pointing a finger at her.

Jing Xie closed the medicine box again, bounced, took two steps back, and looked at him: "Don't think about it, there are thousands of handsome and good kung fu people in this world, if I were that girl, I would definitely not like you, it's too flowery, and I'm still a flower thief." ”

As soon as the thief was angry, he wanted to be angry again, but he endured it again.

This girl doesn't know how thick the sky is?