The hero instantly forgot the dignity of the reader's master, his brows furrowed, and his eyes showed a fierce light.

"Your Highness, don't misunderstand." Liuyu's smile remained unchanged, "This painting is based on the oral description of the old bustard and the two girls in the Red Sleeve Courtyard, and it was made on the spot, if you don't believe it, you can send someone to ask." ”

This kind of lie that can be easily debunked, the hero believes that the other party will not tell it, his face is a little pale, but the surprise in his heart is not less at all.

According to the oral description, it can be drawn on the spot, this bald donkey can be called a humanoid printer!

Well, it is this kind of high-quality artist who has the taste to appreciate and carry with him the masterpieces of Master Ben.

"What do you ask him for?" The hero's attitude is much better.

"That's right. According to the old bustard, among the guests of the Red Sleeves Courtyard last night, only the deceased, His Highness and your companions were strangers and newcomers.

I have just taken a closer look, and there is no such person in your family's ranks, so I wonder if Your Highness can tell him who his surname is and where he is now? ”

The hero understood. The other party obviously also thought of the Divine Grace Dao from the murderer's modus operandi, and in view of the attitude of the Nine Great Temples towards the Divine Grace Dao, it was normal for the divine servants to want to investigate the case.

"Yan Yan." The hero called.

Su Yanyan lifted the curtains, showed a pretty face, and asked with a stinky expression: "What are you doing?" ”

The hero gestured to her, and said to Liuzhen: "Sir can make this painting with a few words from others, and his eyesight must be excellent." So, can you solve the doubt? ”

As soon as Liuyu saw Su Yanyan, he knew everything, his expression was not disappointed, but his smile was a little brighter, and he bowed: "We are offended, please forgive Your Highness." ”

"Well said." The hero pointed to the painting, "This, sir is useless, right?!" ”

Liuyu was very upright, and offered it with both hands: "I wish to dedicate it to His Highness." ”

"Thank you." The hero took the painting, leaned closer and whispered, "If you have the opportunity to go to Shuangzhou City in the future, you can come to me." I also have a few autographed books that I can give to my husband. ”

Liuyu's eyes lit up suddenly, and he said, "Thank you, Your Highness!" ”

The hero laughed and was about to say goodbye, but he heard Liuyu ask again: "Your Highness is going to Kunlun Academy?" ”

"Yes! What's wrong? ”

"We want to go into the mountain, I wonder if Your Highness can give us a ride?"

"No problem, get in the car ......"

The hero's words could not be finished, for the woman in the cloak had already walked away.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, let's walk!"

Liuyu reluctantly saluted, and then quickly chased after him.

Monk wants to soak nuns?

Aren't God's servants forbidden to marry?

The forest is so big, there are really all kinds of birds!

The hero shook his head, and when he turned around, he saw Fauber giving him a thumbs up and smiling obscenely.

What do you mean?

Subconsciously, he looked at the back of the cloaked woman.

Looking at it, it seems to be similar to that after his transformation, wearing such loose clothes, you can still see some lines and arcs, and obviously the body is also as hot......

The old man won't think this is my secret sweetheart - Yanyan, right?!

Sure enough, as long as you lie, you have to desperately circle after that.

Headache.

Entering the carriage, Su Yanyan's little jade-like hand reached out in front of him. "Bring it."

"What?"

"Paint."

"It was given to me."

"The person on the painting is me."

"You say yes? I said it was me! ”

"Do you want to give it?" Su Yanyan's outstretched little hands clenched into fists.

If you can't do it, you can do it, which is her life label.

In fact, the hero didn't like that painting much, he just didn't want it to stay in the hands of others, and when he saw Su Yanyan insisting, he reached into his arms: "You really want it?" ”

Su Yanyan was stunned, retracted his little hand with a swish, turned his face to look out the window, and pouted: "Don't pull it down." ”

Heroes are all kinds of confused.

A woman's heart, a needle at the bottom of the sea. Not to mention that it was just a time to be reborn, he felt that he would live a few more lives, and he probably couldn't figure out what was going on in their hearts.

The family next to him looked at his young master, and then looked at the corners of Su Yanyan's secretly curled mouth, and sighed silently in his heart.

It seems that it is getting more and more difficult to save the young master, Jia Qiao, you have to hold on!

Thirty miles away, in front of the mountains on the horizon, a grand and solemn building complex clearly meets the eyes of the hero.

Kunlun School Palace is built on the mountain, layer upon layer of roof ridges and cornices, scattered like terraced fields, derived from the architectural style of three hundred years ago, thick and heavy with a bit of epic feeling, people can't help but respect at first sight, and even breathing subconsciously slows down.

In front of the gate of the school palace, there are several people waiting. Peng Qi dismounted early and led the hero over to salute.

Kunlun School Palace is responsible for welcoming a director and three chiefs, a little shabby, but the hero knows that this is already due to the large amount of "sponsorship" that the Lao Ying family gives here every year, otherwise, their second ancestors will not even be able to enter the gate.

One of the four university palaces in Middle-earth, the cards are still quite sufficient.

Peng Qi traveled all over the world, made friends all over the world, and there were many friends here, the principal was an acquaintance with him, and the two exchanged pleasantries for a while, then smiled and talked and walked to the door, and the heroes were led by the three chiefs.

The so-called Saichang is a person who is selected from among the students with excellent character and learning, and his main job is to help the teacher manage and coordinate the students, and according to the understanding of the hero, he is the student council cadre.

However, the eyes of the two men of the three looked at him coldly, full of hostility, which made him inexplicable for a while.

"Cousin!"

The third chief is a beautiful girl in a pale pink dress. She jumped straight up to the hero with a joyful look and a sweet voice.

Jiang Ruier, the daughter of the hero's uncle and aunt, is lively and cute, and once almost became his doll object, but thanks to his oath, a human tragedy was avoided.

Fortunately, this girl only has a brother-sister relationship with him, so the relationship between the two has always been very good, and there is no poignant and graceful dog's blood and embarrassment.

"I heard you're getting engaged! Whose lady is my sister-in-law? Have I seen it? Is it beautiful? ”

Without waiting for the hero to say hello, Jiang Ruier asked a bunch of questions like a machine gun, chattering, and making his head big.

"Who said I was going to get engaged? Call him out, I'm going to twist his head! ”

The hero is angry. It's only been a few days since you brought Su Yanyan home? Mom hasn't decided yet, Lao Tzu is getting engaged? If it spreads farther, will the children all know how to make soy sauce? In the future, which discerning beauty is willing to join Lao Tzu's harem?

, this is going to be the way back for Lao Tzu!

"Didn't you?"

As soon as a question mark popped up on Jiang Rui'er's head, she heard a light cough from behind the hero, looked over, and her eyes suddenly brightened.

"Yikes! Sister, you are so beautiful! She rudely pulled away the hero, praised it, remembered something, hurriedly restrained her expression, and bowed down in a proper manner: "Rui'er has seen her sister-in-law." ”

The hero held his forehead with his hand and looked at the sky speechlessly.

With such a brainless cousin, the heart is not ordinary tired.