Mu Qinglan, Mu Qinglan, where are you sacred? Could it be that this king is really wrong?

Are you too good at disguise, or are you just a good-for-nothing bale in the first place?

If so, who is the owner behind the Pavilion? Is it the same person who has plotted against him repeatedly? Is it the old nine? Or other brothers?

Ning Yuan and Lao Jiu teamed up?

Li Shen frowned and groaned for a moment, still puzzled, feeling as if he had fallen into a dead end. If there was really someone behind the Peerless Pavilion, then the means of dealing with the traces would be too clever, and he wouldn't even be able to catch the slightest clue.

The Ning family has been loyal ministers for generations, and Li Shen still boasts of knowing a deep understanding of the Ning family's behavior. If Ning Yuan joined forces with Lao Jiu and participated in the battle for succession, he probably didn't believe it.

So, what is the result-

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Su Kui slept until noon, refreshed. got up and took a shower, then stepped on his shoes and went out in a hurry.

The sky was just right, and Ning Yuan was dressed in a coarse cloth and short fight, holding a sword in one hand. The figure shuttles through the clusters of magnolia trees, like a swimming dragon, and when the speed is fast, you can only see the afterimage of the Dao passing by, and the sound of the sword ringing through the sky is in your ears.

Leng Buding had a white magnolia flower coming towards him facing the door, Ning Yuan withdrew his hand, and before the flower could fall to the ground, he held a sword flower with his sword, and picked up the magnolia, and the tip of the sword pointed at someone.

Su Kui was not in a hurry when he was pointed at by the sword, he reached out with a smile and took out the magnolia flower, put it in the palm of his hand and ravaged it, and within a moment, he dyed a hand of flower juice.

Seeing this, Ning Yuan was helpless, took a sweat towel from his subordinate's hand and wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead, and glared at her with slanted eyes, "You are ruining my flowers again." ”

"Flowers can be broken straight and must be broken, don't wait for no flowers and empty branches, Brother Ning, everyone said the same in poetry, so ah, I'm not ruined, it's just pity for flowers and jade!"

"If you come a few more times, I'm afraid that my yard full of magnolia will only have branches left!" Ning Yuan squinted at her with a hand of flower juice, obviously not believing her strong words.

"How many flowers might as well I? Brother Ning might as well look at me as if he looked at the flowers, you see! She held her face with both hands, stood in the sun and smiled brightly like a spring breeze, and behind her was lined with thousands of white magnolia flowers.

People are more delicate than flowers——

Ning Yuan was frightened, he hurriedly drove out the words that suddenly appeared in his mind, and felt that he was not lightly ill, and he actually felt that this demon king of the mixed world was more delicate than a flower!

When they first met, Ning Yuan thought that the boy was a little naughty, but he had a steady personality and resourceful teenager. Otherwise, how to support a peerless pavilion with dozens of people and a mixture of fish and dragons?

But he was wrong, and he was very wrong!

Look at the magnolia in the yard, he carefully watered it, pruned and cultivated it by himself, and when the boy came, the magnolia flowers in the yard were almost not cleaned.

He gave the young man a cup of herbal tea angrily, and he had lost his temper by his funny appearance, "You are the best at poor mouth, drink it, and you came here again today, except for the flower that harmed me, is there anything else?" ”

The hand drinking tea paused, and Ning Yuan squinted, "Someone is making trouble?" ”

It was really the miserable appearance of the young man last time that impressed him too deeply, his whole arm was full of blood, and he liked to wear soft cotton robes, and he was sitting in a mess at that time, holding his arms, and he was so frightened that his soul almost flew.

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