What's that?

Bull clearly said that he only loves beautiful women!

Before his voice was cold, why was he obsessed with the beauty of tolerance?

Rong Ji blackened his face, crushed the peach blossoms behind his ears into powder, and looked coldly at Bull with a playful face.

Bull also looked directly at Rong Ji fearlessly, "I have heard that the king of Donglin has an outstanding appearance, and when I see it today, it really deserves its name." ”

Therefore, he must still remember the scene when I fell into the peach blossom stream a few months ago, so his attitude towards tolerance was extremely cold.

"Pearl, how are you lately?" so he bypassed the taboo without squinting, and stood still in front of me,

When Bull heard this, he also stepped forward and looked at me carefully, "It turns out that you are the pearl of my late brother's heart. The appearance is acceptable, but it is still a big step worse than that of the king from the east. ”

Therefore, he said coldly, "Hugh wants to compare the pearl in my palm with the clothed beast with the heart of a man and a beast." ”

“.........”

Rong Ji was depressed, "My woman, when did you become the pearl of your palm?"

Boole had great discernment, and quietly separated Rong Ji from the past, and played the circle in a soft voice, "Why are you so angry, why do you sit down, drink two glasses of sake, and get drunk and revenge." ”

"I just feel sorry for the pearl, and I don't know how to meet people. So he said lightly, and said nothing more.

"I don't need outsiders to worry about my affairs with Ge'er. "Tolerance is not far behind, and he puts his arm around my shoulder, as if swearing sovereignty.

Bull's natural eyes wandered over Rong Ji and So, and the corners of his mouth were filled with a hint of playfulness, "According to me, the pearl in your eyes is nothing more than Er'er." ”

"What did you say?"

Rong Jihe had a cold face, and asked Bull in unison, the two of them had cold faces, and they stood in one place in a particularly harmonious manner, as bright as the moon.

Bull pursed his lips aggrievedly, walked around behind me quietly, and muttered in a low voice, "No matter how beautiful the pearl is, in Er'er's heart, it is not as dazzling as Er'er." ”

As soon as his voice fell, Jiao'er Lang smiled locally, and secretly sent Qiu Bo to Rong Ji one by one, "Wang, you can call me Er'er, it looks kind." ”

Where could Rong Ji stand such a wild bombardment like Bull, and a layer of fine goosebumps already appeared on his pale cheeks.

Back then, Weak Water was also as entangled with Rong Ji as Boole.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred years have passed.

"Er'er, you and I are overjoyed to meet again after a long absence. There are some things that should not be said, but since you and I are inseparable friends, we should be honest with each other. Therefore, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he squatted down and dug the soil intently.

"Brother Gu might as well say it directly. ”

"Er'er, your eyes on people are too bad. Mistaking pearls for fish eyes, mistaking dragons for treasures. Therefore, he frowned slightly, squatted down, and was extremely focused on digging the soil.

Buhl was not convinced, and shrugged sideways, "Is my brother scolding me for having eyes without beads?" I think my charming eyes are acceptable, the sky can be seen, and the heart can be seen, and the talk is better than nothing, and the talk is better than nothing." ”

"Watching the sky?"

I almost laughed out of breath, for Bul, such a clean and slappy wanderer, was embarrassed to say that he could look at the sky and the mind.

In my opinion, people who are familiar with the will of heaven generally have a formidable immortal wind bones, such as the small-eyed master, and the dusty Huaqing.

Looking at Bull again, Hang Erlang dang, not serious, I really can't believe it, he can look at the stars.

Bull saw the ridicule in my eyes, and took it seriously, completely ignoring the tense tolerance and reason, and angrily tugged at my sleeve, and pushed me into the depths of the peach blossom forest.

Bull's hand, extremely cold, was a far cry from his warm smile. I stirred up and quietly avoided Bull's hand.

"Ume, are you so afraid of me?" Bull said with a smirking hand.

"What do you mean?"

The temperature in my eyes cooled suddenly, and I looked up at Bull, who was smiling like me.

Bulyun said lightly, deliberately ignoring the little hostility between the lines, "I came for my old brother." He has been looking for me for tens of thousands of years, and if I don't show my face again, won't I be able to say it?"

In normal times, I would not have wasted my tongue with someone who had nothing to do with him about his intentions. It's just that the Peach Blossom Stream has become the eighth ancient battlefield in the Nanqiang Jungle, which seems to be peaceful and tranquil, but in fact it is full of dangers.

And Bull, who has been missing for nearly 10,000 years, suddenly appeared in the peach blossom stream, and even put on a demagogic appearance of a quiet time. Although I have no conclusive evidence, I always feel that he is unfathomable and impure in mind.

"Do you know a tilting fan?"

After a moment of silence, I saw that Rong Ji had not yet followed, and my heart suddenly became vigilant, and I naturally associated Boole with the tilting fan.

Bul bowed slightly, "The flower god in the forest is tilting the fan, the last phoenix god and phoenix master, his appearance is acceptable, but compared with the king of Donglin, he is much inferior." ”

Sure enough, he knew the Tilt Fan.

Realizing that there might be an unusual relationship between him and the fan, I sat down at the low table under the peach blossom tree, poured a light cloudy wine, and hid the sparkling cobwebs in the water sleeves, waiting for him to sleep and check them out when he was negligent.

"Uome, stretch out your hand, I'll show you the picture. Bourge stepped forward, most of his body propped up on the low table, and his wet eyes had the ability to perceive people's hearts.

Hearing this, I put down the wine glass in my hand and slightly spread my palms into fists.

"Yume, you are the Emperor of Destiny, looking at your right hand is not accurate, you might as well stretch out your left hand, and I will take a closer look for you. Bull said this, and hurriedly stepped forward, making a gesture to pull out my left hand, which was in his sleeve.

I glanced at him lightly, silently threw the cobwebs on the end of my left fingers at my feet, and then Shi Shiran stretched out his left hand, "Jianghu Warlock, I've seen a lot of these tricks of yours." ”

Bour took my fingers, stared intently at my palm, and muttered to himself, "The Heavenly Mandate Emperor, who gathered the last fortune of the Six Realms in one, died in the winter of the one hundred and second year of nothingness. ”

“.........”

I said in a bad tone, "Say it again?"

"No. Bull sat back down, put his hands on his knees, and replied softly.

He is so hateful that he buries and curses me in front of me on the pretext of his appearance.

Although I didn't believe in fate, I was cursed for no reason, and my heart was very unhappy.

At this time, the tolerance is to bring the breeze, run over the ground and fall red, step by step.

Rong Ji sat beside me, and when he saw that my face was wrong, he asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

"Before, you said that this continent is just a huge chessboard, and you and I are just small chess pieces on the chessboard. If a chess piece wants to fall into the sky, it must do its best. But if the chess player wants to overturn the sky, he can overturn the chessboard with his hand. It's really unfair. When I said this, I was inevitably a little unwilling in my heart.

Hearing this, Rong Ji glanced at Bull meaningfully, and said in a low voice, "Evil is invincible." We can push the cold night to a dead end, and we can also eradicate other evils. ”

Bull propped his chin with one hand, looked at Rongji stupidly, and did not hide his good impression of Rongji, and echoed with a grin, "The king is right. ”

Therefore, I sat on the other side of me, made Xizi holding my heart, and presented the lotus leaf clam in front of me, "Eat more, it's good to be white and fat, round and jade." ”

When I took the lotus leaf and the mussel, Bul also poured a cup of tea for Rong Ji, "Erer knew that you didn't like to drink, so he took it upon himself to replace the peach blossom brew with white dew tea." ”

Rong Ji bowed slightly, took the white dew tea, and tasted it.

Seeing this, Bull couldn't help but be overjoyed, "I have heard that Donglin Wang Jie is very fetish, although Erer made tea, but he didn't expect Donglin Wang Ken to give Erer this thin noodles, and he is deeply honored." ”

I also wondered why Rong Ji suddenly changed his mind and was willing to accept the tea handed by others.

After a while, Rong Ji put down the teacup and looked at Bull coldly, "What do you mean?"

Bull sneered, "I have to say, you are a good match for Yume, and even the tone of questioning Er'er is the same. ”

Therefore, I saw that Boole and Rong Ji had a good conversation, and their smooth and translucent skin was dyed with a pale pink color. He took a deep breath, picked up the wine glass full of peach blossom on the low table, and drank the wine in the glass.

"Hiccup—"

Therefore, he hiccuped in a daze, tugged at my arm with the strength of the wine, and said in a low voice, "Pearl, do you see that the king of Donglin is as good as Erduo?"

I didn't hear what he was saying, and I was bewitched by the fresh mussel meat that smelled of wine.

"Pearl, I like you so much. Can you be my pearl alone? I will hold you in the palm of my hand, feed the sand every day, and make you crystal clear. So he blushed and stumbled.

As soon as his voice fell, his eyes rolled and he fell to the ground.

I glanced at the unconscious man who had fallen to the ground, and chuckled, "Isn't it true that men as cold as the cold moon are not good at drinking?"

Bang –

In the blink of an eye, Rong Ji also stumbled on the low table, unconscious.

Could it be that Rong Ji is also drunk?

But he obviously didn't drink, only took a small sip of Bailu tea.

In view of this, I suddenly raised my eyes, met the narrow eyes of Shangboer, and lifted the table, "You are down ***?"

"Well, so to speak. Bull suddenly got up, tugged at the emerald robe, and looked at me calmly and calmly.