In the early morning, the sun fell on Jun Cheliu's face, which was a face with a good countenance, and his facial features were upright, smooth and fair. The slender thighs are visible under the thin clothes. He himself didn't seem to mind turning over, and his entire back was exposed, showing his curvy curves.

The man on the bed frowned slightly.

"Brother Xiao Che, can you not go!" The little princess tugged at his sleeve, and blood came out of her palms. Bright red blood slid down the little princess's fingers onto the white sleeves of her dress, and the man, who looked fifteen or sixteen years old, cried like a child. Tears and blood mixed and dripped onto the clearing beneath their feet.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. At this time, Jun Cheliu hugged the little princess, and only the words sorry popped out of his mouth. The little princess looked at him expressionlessly, her eyes flashing like a pool of stagnant water.

"Brother Che Koh. Actually, I've been thinking for a long time, is that political desolation really that important? Brother Xiao Che was supposed to be mine, why are your eyes always on others, and it's not good to only look at me, why! Why! Her faint tone suddenly became intense.

She asked Jun Cheru Why, why, why. Her voice grew louder and louder and echoed through the room. Jun Cheliu sat up suddenly, and a thin layer of cold sweat came out.

Why. Why. Why......

The words echoed in his head, and his scalp was numb and painful. It seemed that another nightmare was at work, so he got out of bed and sat down on the wooden chair, took a sip of his tea. Slowly, he recovered. Is the emergence of the political wilderness really just a coincidence? Is he important to me in my dreams? If these are related to nightmares, the political wilderness may not be very simple, is there any conspiracy? No, I want to find a political wasteland.

When Jun Cheliu arrived at the master's Zhengfeng Pavilion, Zheng Huangjing was concentrating on practicing his sword, Jun Cheliu squatted on the grass on the side and stared at Zheng Huangjing's every move, and his mouth gnawed on the peaches given by the senior brother when he was looking for the senior brother before he came.

Zheng Huangjing seemed to be unable to see anything, he was dressed in white, his hair was tied up, he was short, his immature face was a little heroic, and the white ribbon on his head also moved with his movements, looking very cute and handsome. Jun Cheliu smacked his lips, how many little girls will be harmed when they grow up. Looking at the political desolation scene, Jun Cheliu suddenly issued a series of questions.

Is there a purpose for the political wilderness to come here? So what is his purpose? Does it have anything to do with me?

The voice of the master's teaching and political desolation came into Jun Cheliu's ears, and he only watched it a few times before he learned it, and I have to say that his qualifications are very good. Jun Cheliu still remembered this set of swordsmanship, but he copied his mental method hundreds of times and barely passed the test with the guidance of his senior brother. Cut, a little envious.

"Mmmm, yes, it's much better than your senior brother Xiao Che." The master nodded with satisfaction, Jun Cheliu's heart was bleeding, why did the master say him. Everyone knows how he is, don't say it in front of the little junior brother.

"Alas, although your senior brother Che has good qualifications, he is just lazy, this rebel always doesn't listen to his teacher, he always mixes with senior brother."

"Your elder brother, always protect him. In the past, your senior brother Che messed up the teacher's room, and the teacher punished him to copy the mental method a hundred times, and your senior brother helped him copy it fifty-seven times. I was so angry that I had them wash their clothes for three hours. Master Zun squinted and thought back to the two disciples' childhood. Well, you do it again. ”

The sound of the sword swinging sounded almost instantly, and he swung the hilt smoothly as if he had practiced it a hundred times. Suddenly, he stopped, and he couldn't use his power anymore. Zheng Huangjing looked at Shizun and said, "Master, there is a place I don't understand very well. ”

Shizun glanced at him, wondering, wasn't it good just now, "You say, listen for the teacher." ”