Spring paintings are full of buildings, looking for flowers and willows.

The beginning of spring is always the time when everything grows and flourishes. There was a hint of dampness in the air, mixed with the scent of flowers and earth.

The three of them walked silently on the road, and the atmosphere was awkward for a while.

In the distance, the sun is warm, the birds are chirping, the cicadas are chirping, the streets are bustling, but the surroundings are strange and abnormal.

Sighed softly, embarrassed by the trip.

Jiang Nianfeng looked a little excited, and he couldn't help but look at him twice whenever he went, and he was not stingy when he saw anything that made him happy, and there was always a gentle smile at the corners of his eyes.

On the other hand, the one next to him has extreme air pressure, and one more look on his cold and stiff face can be regarded as charity, not to mention that he is in a bad mood at the moment.

is still the arrogant and extremely arrogant fairy-like person.

Although Su Jili said that his face was expressionless, he had countless twists and turns in his heart.

The thought of reuniting with that person soon after, I gambled in my heart.

This is a terrible fate.

Before he knew it, he had reached the end of the hot sun, and in the end, Jiang Nianfeng found a restaurant, and the three of them stopped to rest.

Where there is a restaurant, it is naturally indispensable to talk about this after dinner.

"By the way, have you heard, since the young pavilion master came back to take over the affairs of the cabinet, his temperament has changed drastically, and he is moody."

"I've heard that this witch disappeared because of him."

"Then he's really capable."

Hearing this, Su Jisheng frowned in displeasure.

"But what they said is true?" Jiang Nianfeng couldn't help but ask.

"Jiang Gongzi has always been well-informed, whether it is true or not, I believe in freedom to decide."

Leng Buding was stabbed by him, he laughed dryly twice, and continued.

"How did you get it?"

"Break in."

"Tsk, why don't you borrow it in the open."

glanced at him, as if he disliked him for talking too much, but the other party didn't care

"You two are martial arts, what can I do." Suddenly thinking of something, he asked with a serious face.

"Do you still want to come with us?"

The disgust in his eyes was very obvious.

"You've done your best if you don't help, and I don't expect you to hold me back."

There was no mercy in what he said, but the man laughed and said.

"If it weren't for the one in the capital, I wouldn't have gone this way." The playfulness in his eyes flashed.

Su Jisheng didn't answer, just drank tea sullenly.

On the contrary, Su Zhenli is as calm as water from beginning to end, without waves.

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The night is dark and the wind is high, and the moon is falling.

The man on the couch slept in his clothes, his face full of peace.

The soothing incense in the house is burning vigorously, and the quilt in his arms is also very well-behaved.

Glancing at each other, the two figures flipped into the room like ghosts.

All the furnishings in the room are without exception extravagant, but quite in line with his formal style.

Seeing that the man on the collapsed was motionless, the two of them looked around the room.

But nothing was gained.

Glancing at the man's sleeping floor, Su Jili tiptoed over.

The person in front of him has not changed at all, but there is a little more blue stubble on his chin, and his rather chic temperament has added a touch of decadence.

Su Jili was stunned for a moment, then quickly moved his eyes away, and his eyes wandered around.

Her gaze finally fixed on a sandalwood box beside her pillow, and she stretched out her claws unhurriedly.

Unexpectedly, the person who was asleep in the next second suddenly opened his eyes and knocked off her hand that was reaching out into the box.

"Do you really miss me this time?" A cynical smile appeared on his face, and the familiarity remained.

Sensing the movement here, Su Jisheng subconsciously wanted to rush here, but suddenly felt a trace of strangeness.

Sure enough, countless masked masters came and greeted them with knives.

Ignoring anything else, he mingled with these people.

Su Jili was about to step forward to help, but was choked by the person in front of him.

"Why do you have time to come to my Qiushui Pavilion today?"

A pair of beautiful eyes looked at him, and their eyes were full of holes.

My heart suddenly suffocated.

"I've been looking for you for the past three years."

"Looking for me?"

There was a chuckle in the air.

"Did I kill you?" A sharp palm shot straight at him.

Caught this slap defenselessly, a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth.

"Where have you been for the past three years?" wiped the bright red blood at the corner of his mouth casually, and asked her casually but stubbornly.

"It's none of your business." With that, he shook off his hand and walked straight towards the place where there was a fight.

In the past, it would have been almost effortless to deal with these ants, but now her skills are less than thirty percent left......

Expressionlessly, he dodged one of them's palms, and then joined the melee.

Solving these individuals can be said to be easy for Su Jisheng, but it is a little difficult for her.

Several times the knife was about to go straight to her heart, and she was narrowly avoided, but it still left a bloody mark on her arm.

After waking up, for the first time, I began to dislike the rest of my strength, and this feeling of falling from the clouds into the mud was really uncomfortable.

Fortunately, the person who laid out the layout finally called a halt.

"What for?"

"It's not light or heavy."

"Can you bear the burden of hurting them?" His sudden reprimand was a little confusing, but the man bowed his head and obediently listened.

"I don't know what the two of you want me to do when you come here today?"

"Don't you want to enter the white silt mountain."

Su Li's hanging eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Is it just the two of you?" He pretended to shake the folding fan in his hand, and he didn't know what he was shaking in the middle of the night.

"Someone—"

"Plop-" The person who should have been in the inn appeared in front of him at this moment.

I still have a piece of cloth in my mouth, and I don't know what to whimper.

Su Zhensheng's hand hidden in his sleeve was slightly clenched, but his face was still silent.

Xiao Fei looked at her with a smile on his lips, and his face was still cynical.

"Why don't we make a deal?"

"You stay, the two of them go."

"I acted as if nothing happened today."

He looked at her, uncertain emotions flashing in his eyes.

Su Jisheng was about to explode, and lifted the cold sword in his hand, intending to live or die with you.

Su Lisa held down the hand he was about to raise his sword.

"I haven't made up my mind, I still hope that the young pavilion master will say something."

Not humble or arrogant, loud and loud.

"That's nature."

He stared at her with some displeasure, as if to blame her for making such a hasty decision.

But what she wants to do has never been stopped by others.

At this time, suddenly a person shouted outside the house

"Young Pavilion Master, Pavilion Master is on his way back, and now he has arrived at the gate of the city."

The air was silent for a moment.

"If you want to leave, you have to hurry up, and later, I'm afraid it won't be so easy."

"Don't blame my men for being ruthless."

Suppressing the anger that was about to erupt in his heart, Su Zhensheng walked with Jiang Nianfeng on the ground.

"Now the time has not come, Pavilion Master Jiang should not be too proud"

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