The stars in the early morning were extremely cold, and Du Chuan lifted the dark blue curtain and walked out of the deep rock cafeteria, behind which was Du Tangerine, who followed silently. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

After Jing no Dice and Jing Kazubi left, Du Chuan drank the bottle of Mist Yinji from Yundu alone at this restaurant, while Du Tang maintained a strange silence because of what he saw and heard during the banquet.

At this time, the street was empty, and only the footsteps of the uncle and nephew one after the other spread coldly.

Du Chuan tossed the bark wine bottle in his hand, and suddenly let go and threw it back.

Du Tang reached out to catch the wine bottle when it brushed his side, and his palm opened silently like a lotus, as if the wine bottle floated into his hand by itself.

"Take it back and tell your father that this is what Jing Xuran brought me with the dice of the well." Du Chuan yawned and commanded.

Du Cheng raised his head and said, "Why didn't Uncle go home and say it by himself, didn't you already regret it?" ”

"Regrets?" Du Chuan stopped.

Du Tang took a deep breath and said, "I regret leaving regardless of the past, and I regret giving up the title of Earl of Shaoling and the position of the Thirteen Kingdoms." You don't have to ask for the support of the new royal party, and if you want to come back, your father won't be in love. After all, after all, you are the only sect of the Shaoling Du clan, one of the six national warriors of the gods, a warrior whose talent far surpasses that of my father, and the Shaoling Bo who is expected by everyone in the clan. ”

He finished this long sentence stiffly and with difficulty like swallowing an ice cube, and looked directly at Du Chuan, who turned around.

"Uncle, you can come back at any time."

Du Chuan smiled: "Junichi, if I want to return to the Du clan, no one can stop me, I know this better than anyone else."

But then what, after coming back? Is it like your father and Kaga Kaede, to be a Shaolingbo who is called and drunk by Isemori-sensei, or like Takayama and Qin Ye, to be a Shaolingbo who is the head of the Yuluo Tama Horse? What's the point of that?

If the sword is not in the hand, you need to make more friends.

My uncle had very few friends, so he had to feed the two dogs of the royal family and the new party first.

When my voice is loud enough, big enough that Mamoru Ise and Rakuyu have to lower their heads and listen carefully, I will naturally come back.

Junichi, my uncle has no heirs, and there will be no in the future. No matter who the current Shaolingbo is, the next Shaolingbo must be you. ”

"Uncle ......"

"This last sentence is quite touching, you remember to tell your father."

A biting cold wind passed through the street, Du Chuan stretched his waist as if he didn't care, and said to Du Tang, who had become speechless again:

"Let's go, it's so cold all of a sudden, Dijing may be going to change the sky."

When he got up in the morning, Qin Xin suddenly felt that the temperature had dropped a lot.

He was watching the morning news while preparing breakfast.

The female anchor said that the strong cold air from the north of the empire will gradually move south in recent days, reminding the general public to pay attention to the warmth of unbutterfly children and patients.

The picture shows young men and women walking through the streets but dressed in cool clothes, and above their heads float special effects characters such as "Butterfly Transformation 1st Order" and "Butterfly Transformation 3rd Order".

Then the female anchor gave a warm reminder to the children in a sweet voice: These uncles and aunts who wear little clothes are all formal butterflies whose physical fitness has been greatly improved, so they are not afraid of the cold, and sensible good children must wear thick cotton clothes and tie scarves before they can go out.

Qin Xin held the chef's knife and carefully removed the hard stalk at the bottom of the fresh straw mushroom stalk, making it as thin as possible, and exercising his control of strength by the way.

The heavy inhalation sound from the stairs seemed to suck the entire kitchen, and Qin Ye, who was shirtless and his muscles exaggerated to the point that he was not human, smelled the fragrance in the air, and shouted loudly while wearing his maple pattern straight jacket:

"How can straw mushroom shrimp balls be a man's breakfast! Hunt down the strongest bull and win the favor of your father with a heart scorched by fire! ”

"Yes, yes, I'll take the fastest flight to the grassland in the west of Qunsen to hunt bison and come back." Qin Xin casually agreed, "Hasn't Mom gotten up yet?" ”

"The woman will go to the study at four o'clock, and I'll bring her breakfast later."

"Four o'clock?! Mom has always arranged her work in an orderly manner, how could she suddenly be so busy. Qin Xin was surprised.

"There have been more fleas than wild dogs in recent emergencies, and there was a bastard who jumped up and down on the imperial capital with his dog, spreading fleas everywhere, and I was itching all over my body!" Qin Ye put his hand into the neckline and scratched hard, and his rough head came to Qin Xin's side.

Blanched shrimp balls are stacked on plain porcelain plates, and the tender shrimp meat exudes an appetizing aroma.

Not...... It's actually my favorite crystal prawn...... This rebel son inherited my excellent bloodline only in the taste of food.

"Listen! For the father, I want to exercise the privilege of being a peerless strong, the straw mushroom is the feed for the weak, and I want to put more shrimp balls in my share! Qin Yemo raised his eyebrows and shouted undeniably.

Qin Xin crossed his hands and gestured to refuse, and said, "Ten per person, father, you don't have any privileges in this family at all." ”

"Mouthful! If you don't let me eat happily, my father won't go to work today! Qin Ye said angrily.

"Mouthful! I'm going to add more shrimp balls too! If I don't have a good meal, I won't go to school today! Qin Li, who was still wearing orange pajamas, also appeared in the kitchen, obviously, she also inherited the excellent bloodline from her father in terms of food taste.

"Rebel, you can do it!" Qin Ye shook his sleeves and walked away with his hands behind his back, "No one in this world can withstand my anger!" ”

"Brother, you can do it!" Qin Li, who imitated the whole process, was about to flick the sleeves of his pajamas back, but Qin Xin pinched his nose.

"Damn! Let go of me! Qin Li, who was pinched his nose, said angrily, "No one in this world can withstand my sister's anger!" ”

"Yes, yes." Qin Xin let go of his hand and said to his sister, "Shhh, wait a minute, I'll give you more from me and my father." ”

After serving the steaming and fragrant straw mushroom shrimp balls to his father, sister, and lovers sitting on either side of the long table, Qin Xin sat down beside Zuo Ling.

The springy shrimp balls wrapped in a delicious broth make the taste buds of the eater cheer and want to jump off the tongue.

Qin Xin swallowed a bite and said, "Xiaoli, yesterday I watched the replay of the individual competition, Luo Xuan used his qi and blood to use a move called Cuimang, do you know what it is?" ”

Zuo Ling also stopped the spoon. Modern medicine has not been able to give a reasonable explanation for the practice method that has been passed down among the warriors and the core of the martial arts of the Qunsen - "qi and blood", and some researchers have dissected the corpses of the warriors, but no abnormal substances or residual traces have been found, and there is no trace of the "qi and blood" and "meridians" that the warriors say.

In terms of the study and use of qi and blood, the Jingshan Qin clan, which has a long history of more than 2,000 years, is perhaps one of the most authoritative ancient families in Qunsen.

How would they view and describe Qi and Blood? She has a strong curiosity for fresh knowledge.

Qin Li's gaze left the plate and said, "I haven't seen the playback yet, my cousin has already condensed, it's amazing!" ”

"Condensation?"

Qin Ye, who was counting the shrimp balls repeatedly, couldn't help but raise his head and stare at his eyes like copper bells: "Gao Shan didn't teach you Ning Cui?" No wonder, I thought it was you who were stupid, obviously the strength and total amount of qi and blood exceeded the limit but you are still standing still. ”

Qin Xin said: "The teacher didn't teach me anything related. ”

"He must have a reason for not teaching, you just continue to practice according to Gao Shan's teachings." Qin Ye continued to bow his head and count the shrimp balls.

"Ahh Qin Xin nodded, "But I want to know a little bit about the knowledge of Pure Mang and Ning Cui, after all, I will meet opponents who master this kind of move in the competition." ”

"Condensation and Essence are not moves." Qin Li waved his spoon, "Brother, do you know why our twelve families can dominate the forest?" ”

"I learned a little bit from my friends in the history department. Well, because the twelve are very capable of fighting? Dad and Mom are both Butterfly Warriors above the seventh order. Qin Xin said.

Qin Ye snorted: "Butterfly, Butterfly, these two things have only appeared for seventy-two years now, and our ancestors have been dominating the forest since more than two thousand years ago.

Yellow-mouthed child, ignorant erection! Let the Father show you what true power is! Let me let you see what kind of power the man who is known as the first canon of the Jingshan Qin Clan's Butterfly Yuan has it! ”

The thick man with his hair like ink palms facing each other, as if holding a ball, suddenly shouted:

"The leaves are dyed red in autumn, and the forests are red!"

Between Qin Ye's hands, the maple red light flame like the scorching sun exploded like thunder and lightning, and the maple red that engulfed everything swept away in all directions!