Secretly looking at each other, victory or defeat lies in the state of mind.

Where the heart thinks, where the situation goes.

Meng Xiaopao's mood is off-set.

Zirui inquired to understand the appearance and temperament of the person his master loved.

However, she secretly misunderstood that Zirui wanted to kill people.

Carrying a heavy treasure, panicking because of the treasure, this kind of substitution thinking is very common, Meng Xiaojiao is such an ordinary person.

There was no speech, and the atmosphere seemed to have changed strangely.

Meng Xiaopao wanted a way to escape, but Zirui wanted to help her master resolve her emotional problems.

The silence continued, and Meng Xiaopao had already begun to ask for help from the medical soul and others.

Zirui's death sentence was about to be sentenced, but at this moment he himself saved his own life:

"I heard that the immortal envoy wants to be the prince's concubine? Is this true or false? ”

A sentence that broke the silence made Meng Xiaopao ease his mind, and secretly asked the three of them to wait, and began to explore Zirui's true purpose:

"Yes, yes, what do you mean to think about it?"

"No, no, no, the immortal envoy is too worried."

He shook his head as he spoke:

"It's too late for me to bless this kind of good thing, where will there be opinions."

As he spoke, he looked at the pupils again, and the light in his eyes concealed insight:

"The immortal envoy promised to marry the prince, shouldn't it be because the prince is good-looking!"

The sentence is ridiculous, but secretly it is a cliché.

Meng Xiaopao will be a little confused every time he mentions Lonely Dust, and all kinds of flavors are mixed with each other, and I don't know how to describe it.

Try to suppress the sound as much as possible so that the sound is not remarkable:

"The prince is indeed amazing, but I agreed to marry him not because of his appearance.

Alright, let's stop there.

You have a lot of relationship with him, and if I want to confide in you, I might as well go and explain it to him directly.

I still have to thank you for what happened just now, thank you for making me realize my shortcomings, I didn't like to be competitive in the past, but your victory made me have a strong heart.

If the person I just met wanted to kill me, I guess I would have already returned to the world, and it seems that this world is not suitable for a comfortable heart.

It's my honor to meet you tonight, my name is Meng Xiaopao, I guess the prince also told you, what is your name? In the future, the cultivation will be for growth, and I will come to you to defeat before the snow. ”

Zirui's train of thought was all deviated by Meng Xiaopaw, and she wanted to ask why she was hurting Gu Wangchen's heart, but at this time, only her words and conclusions remained in her mind.

Answer her question briskly:

"My name is Zirui, you are welcome to come to Yixue at any time to 'lose', hehe, I feel that you are quite funny, the wording is quite interesting, it is indeed just a small failure."

Zirui felt that it was fun to chat with Meng Xiaopao, and the tone of his voice also had the intention of continuing to chat.

It's a pity that he wants to continue to make a splash, but he doesn't want to talk much about it.

It's getting clearer, and I like to chat and can't ignore the endless chatting of business.

Ignoring the meaning of the chatter in his words, he clasped his hands into fists and politely said goodbye:

"I still have very important things to do today, so don't leave it at that, and see each other again in the future."

Anyone can say polite words, Meng Xiaopao turned around and left after speaking.

Zi Rui was a little unsatisfied, and just wanted to keep it, but suddenly felt the coercion on the top, and the words that came out of his throat were quickly stopped by his lips.

Knowing that he was splashed into the ditch, he stiffly looked at the extra figure, he was still covered by the thin shirt before, and it seemed that the vigilance just now was right.

The mouth is a little stiff, and the desire for domination in the heart is really strong, but the spiritual power transmission in the mouth does not dare to delay:

"Your Excellency, I just want to help you ask her what she really thinks."

As soon as the sound was finished, it ushered in the anger of Lonely Forgotten Dust:

"Who allowed you to be nosy.

You're having a great time talking to her, aren't you?

Do you want to have a drink next time?

Very good!

I'll make you happy now. ”

After reprimanding with anger, he took out a pill directly from the storage ring and put it into Zirui's mouth:

"Three days is enough time for you to have a good time."

After speaking, he waved his hand, and the protective barrier set up at some point collapsed directly.

He obviously doesn't cover his body, and the exquisite muscle texture under his clothes is faintly visible, and his fine posture looks very hot, but what he leaves behind is a gurgling cold current.

He flew away with the boundless indifference he had before he met Meng Xiaopao, and love seemed to make him even more cold and cold.

There was only one person left in the hot spring, and at this time, where did Zirui have time to maintain a chic posture, and he flew to find someone to save his life before he had time to put on his coat.

Three days of pleasure are beyond anyone's reach.

The substitute for the prince to be a good prescription for ten women in one night is not something that he, a person who has never tasted women, can bear.

The amount of medicine in one night can make the stand-in unable to get up for half a month, and the amount of medicine in three days is six times, which is the rhythm of dying on a woman.

Of course, there is no way to know these things, but she is on the way to the lonely courtyard with all her strength at this time.

On the way, I asked the maid who got up first to work, and only after knowing the specific direction did I sprint all the way.

The spiritual power was exhausted due to the battle, and he held the spirit stone in both hands to replenish it, and ran all the way under his feet to exercise.

The change of physique becomes the first step forward, the second step is to go to the Nine Nirvana Derivation Tower to refine the soul, the third step is to melt the soul into the body, and finally the practice makes perfect after merging the two.

All this is going to be done quickly, I thought that my cultivation was already fearless, but the fiasco just now ruthlessly revealed the reality.

The method of cultivating immortals has been spread, and it feels like there are not many people on the surface, but what about behind the scenes?

Those who already know the secret of cultivation, they can use Jinhong to spread the news to all corners of the mainland, and now I don't know how many people in the shadows are silently breaking through, Zirui is a living example.

A person who breaks through the Pulse Washing Realm for about two months can defeat himself, and in this way, anyone who secretly breaks through the Pulse Washing Realm is no longer an opponent himself.

I am moving forward, and others are not.

Everything is simplified by a large number of nerves, and I only think about the surface, but I don't think about the truth that is different from the outside.

Whew-

I don't know how long I haven't used my eleventh leg, and in the running without spiritual power, the vast area of the palace has a certain understanding at this time.

Last night's wandering ran so far, and when I ran back like this, the sun would probably come out soon.

The two spirit stones turned into nothingness in the palm of the hand, and the mind summoned two more to continue to absorb, the meridian blood and bones were not yet fed, and the spirit stone could not be broken.

Some things should be solved, without the spiritual power of Zhutian, after all, it is boundless water, and if you want to be inexhaustible, you have to open up the spiritual field as soon as possible.

Today, the procrastination in the palace has been completely resolved.

First tie the lonely dust to his name, and leave the preaching to him to do, and he only cares about his own affairs.

Well, it sounds beautiful.

Everything is at the head, the heavy ones can't bear it, the light ones don't bother to mention it again, and the only thing that can be done is the present.

The way to get along has to be pondered, and I am afraid that the three wives and four concubines in this world will be hopeless, and the desire in my heart will not be supported in the first place.

Let's see, if you can change, maybe you can endure the scars and forget the pain.