Chapter 112: Murong Fu of the Eight Divisions of the Heavenly Dragon (27)
The thousand-year-old ginseng obtained in the space, although she had never seen it, but from this deduction of her 500 points, and based on her gradually recovering strength, as well as Ah Zhu's ruddy complexion, it could be inferred that this was definitely not an ordinary product.
It's really miserable, 500 points, it's gone......
"Brother, brother, what's wrong with you?"
Nalan Ruoruo looked at her, reached out and rubbed her hair, "It's okay, good, you're too tired, sleep for a while, okay?" ”
"No, Azhu doesn't dare to sleep, I'm afraid I'll never wake up again if I sleep, brother, can you sing to Azhu?" She grabbed the corner of her brother's clothes that she had just recognized, and the question she asked was a bit shameless (Nalan Ruoruo felt), but it was with the unique coquettishness of a girl.
"Sing, sing......" Nalan Ruoruo's face is full of black lines, just she, a person with incomplete tones, still sings?!
Looking at her longing gaze, Nalan Ruoruo was a little crazy, little girl, you can't make this a statement, you should go and tell your big brother Qiao, don't look at me with such a gaze!
"Brother?"
Nalan Ruoruo looked at her with self-abandonment, anyway, she didn't live like Murong Fu anymore, and her image was completely ruined, right?
"Laugh at you and I spend all my money in vain,
Love to compete for the beauty of the mirror flower,
Afraid that luck will pass away in a blink of an eye,
Fascinated by greed, hatred, joy and anger,
Accuse you and me of being too greedy for merit and power,
Blame the earth beings for being too beautiful,
Repent of the old days of being too stubborn, fascinated by sorrows, joys, sorrows, grievances, and jealousy,
Yes...... Ha, reluctant to shine in the world,
Yes...... Ha, I can't hide from the comfort of infatuation,
Yes...... Ha, I can't find a hue instead,
Yes...... Ha, I can't understand this problem in my life.
Swallowing the wind and kissing the rain and burying the sunset has not hesitated,
It is not desperate to deceive the mountains and catch the sea and trample the snow trails,
The flowers deflect the wine and make the world crazy,
With these two eyes and a hundred arms or a thousand hands, you cannot defend against them,
The sky is wide and the snow is long, who sails together,
The sand rolls wrinkled and smiling and swaying,
Greedy for a moment to teach the daughter to bury the ......"
Qiao Feng and the others had just come back, and when they heard such an indistinguishable voice and sang such a majestic song, they were all immersed in it and couldn't extricate themselves.
Wang Yuyan listened outside, her expression was a little gloomy, and her cousin could still sing......
"Okay, good sentence, 'Swallowing the wind and kissing the rain and burying the sunset has not hesitated.'"
, deceiving the mountains and chasing the sea and trampling the snow trail is not desperate, 'I can't imagine that the second brother is broad-minded, and the eldest brother is not as good as one of your ten! Qiao Feng pushed the door in, put the medicine bag in his hand on the table, and then looked at Ah Zhu, who looked much better, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Nalan Ruoruo →_→, can she rap this song entirely for the occasion?
"Uncle Qiao!" Seeing Qiao Feng come back, Ah Zhu was particularly surprised.
"Cousin." "Childe." The last ones to walk in were Ah Bi and Wang Yuyan.
Looking at the two people next to each other, Wang Yuyan was slightly stunned, standing at the door a little helpless, with tears in her eyes, and refused to fall.
Qiao Feng walked over and probed Azhu's pulse, his eyes lit up, "Azhu girl, it's really a lot better, brother Xian, big brother wants to thank you!" However, it is no coincidence that the book is not written, the eldest brother went out, and met Miss Wang and Duan Gongzi who were trapped by the Tibetan monk Jiu Mozhi, so he took them back, and you should thank the eldest brother. ”
This one...... Did the ancients pay so much attention to courtesy?
Nalan Ruoruo looked at Wang Yuyan's tearful appearance with black lines on her face and was a little puzzled, thinking of that Murong Bo, she hurriedly walked over, took her hand, checked up and down, and saw that she showed no signs of injury, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's good you're okay."