On June 7, early in the morning, Fang Shi Yucao walked around the hall after a hasty boxing practice.

Fang Shiyu felt that he might really be a pig in his previous life, and felt that there was a beautiful world of flowers outside the pavilion, tempting him from time to time.

"Come on, uncle, come quickly!"

"Be happy!"

......

Fang Shiyu heard such a voice almost every moment, reminding him that there were countless beautiful flowers and plants waiting for him to "arch"!

However, the outside world is very dangerous, and I came in all the way from the south gate and saw many gods with divine light on their heads.

"Director Yang, can I go out once in a while. ”

Fang Shiyu met Director Yang on a pebblestone road on the flower path in the front yard, and Director Yang was walking barefoot on it, grinning and looking distressing.

"Fang Shenzi, although the imperial capital prohibits life and death fighting in broad daylight, the Shenzi is not among them. ”

Director Yang's answer made Fang Shiyu extinguish the idea of going out alone, so he thought that the boss would have time to take him to go shopping.

However, the boss announced the retreat.

The senior sister also announced the retreat.

Fang Shiyu stayed in front of Hua Yinluo and Gu Panxi for a moment, and felt that a sword light was about to fly out and quickly retreated.

Song Fatzi was busy, and he counted the goods brought from Yuezhou in the front yard with Director Yang.

Fang Shiyu followed to count together, and was busy for an hour, counting out three Qiankun bags.

Director Yang registered in the register, put it away with a Qiankun bag with a smile on his face, and told Fang Shiyu that he would send the spirit stone ticket tonight.

Song Fatzi said with a smile that this is the beginning, look at Director Yang's performance this time.

After finishing all this, Song Fatzi began to go to Wang Fuzi to listen to the class, and wanted to pull him there, Fang Shiyu was startled and quickly hid, saying that he should hurry up and cultivate.

Fang Shiyu was indeed cultivating in the backyard, until the sun turned west, and the effect was much worse than usual. He also knew that he needed to calm down, but there was grass growing in his heart.

Imperial capital, great imperial capital, don't you go out for a stroll and have a look?

If you stay in the pavilion these days in the imperial capital, is it considered to have come to the imperial capital?

Fang Shiyu didn't know that for some people who love to travel in the 21st century, their pleasure is to stay in five-star hotels in one place after another, which is "tourism".

When night was about to fall, Fang Shiyu felt that he was about to go crazy.

The pig arrived on a brand new mountain, full of flowers and young leaves, which were scattered to play, and he was not even as good as a pig now.

Finally, Fang Shiyu came to the gate, and the whole piece of jasper was carved.

What a magnanimity!

Fang Shiyu sighed for a few sentences and said nothing, his eyes were full of "resentful woman" expressions and looked into the distance.

How far away, there is still a building opposite, it is said to be a building in Huazhou, but it's good to look at the building.

Huazhou Pavilion is different from Yuezhou's local tyrant everywhere, and its courtyard wall is not as high as Yuezhou, but it creates a steep style, and the courtyard wall and roof are like thousands of cliffs. Fang Shiyu opened his eyes and looked carefully, it was clear that he was not as high as Yuezhou, but it gave people a feeling of ...... This should form a "cliff" like a martial domain in the Huazhou Pavilion.

There are also Jingzhou Pavilion, Yangzhou Pavilion, and Minzhou Pavilion nearby, Fang Shiyu can only see a corner, but he can hear the sound of joy coming from there. Even if they all stay in the building, the building is lively.

The officials of the Yuezhou Pavilion obviously had no intention of organizing this, they were busy doing business, and Fang Shiyu saw that the long convoy of carriages and horses in his Yuezhou Hutong had already driven over, and they were busy loading goods.

I got a glimpse of some of the imperial capital on the carriage, the imperial capital is so big, I really want to see it.

Fang Shiyu leaned against the doorpost, one leg inside and the other leg dangling outside.

According to Director Yang, the building belongs to Yuezhou, and it is impossible for people from outside to come to the building to kill people, which means that the imperial capital allows the son of God to fight in public, but the pavilion is not good.

The Son of God can go to other places without rules, but in the imperial capital, he talks about some of them.

Is it out or not out?

As night fell, the lights were on, and the grass in Fang Shiyu's heart was even more crazy, and he said that he was a demonic obstacle, and the boss and the senior sister were in retreat and penance, and you were still wondering how to play?

Fang Shiyu began to torture his heart, but it was useless, because the boss and the senior sister were in retreat and penance, and their strength was too much stronger than themselves, the imperial capital Dabi had the two of them, and when the time came, he only needed to bring a pair of big eyes to determine which direction was good and which direction was bad.

Fang Shiyu is very clear about his position in the team, and how can it be possible to let his force value soar in a short period of time, and he is not a pervert like the boss.

Suddenly, a young man appeared at the gate of Huazhou opposite, his face was pale, his face was very long, Fang Shiyu grinned, and said in his heart that this person is related to donkeys and horses.

Donkeys, horses and pigs are all domesticated livestock by humans, Fang Shiyu looked at the horse-faced young man and felt kind, smiled, and said hello from afar.

The horse-faced boy glanced at him.

At a glance, the beads of sweat on Fang Shiyu's forehead rolled down, and as soon as he shrank his neck, he turned around and turned into the gate.

After walking two or three steps, a heart was still pounding, and when Fang Shiyu walked to the cobblestone-paved road that Yang Dao had walked to before, he couldn't help but grin.

Coward!

Fang Shiyu scolded himself secretly.

Looking around, the servants who were shuttling back and forth were busy moving goods, and no one noticed his strange appearance.

This can't be said to Song Que, nor can it be told to the boss and senior sister, it's too unproductive, and it will be cowardly at a glance.

Fang Shiyu raised his hand and patted his chest, his face calmed down, just at that glance just now, Fang Shiyu's mind came up with the scene of being slaughtered, cut into strips, sprinkled with thick salt, and then hung up.

At a glance, I turned into bacon, and it felt so lifelike, it was so scary.

At this moment, Song Que walked in with a smile on his face, saw Fang Fatzi wandering in the courtyard, and said, "Fat Fang, are you going to the night market tonight?"

"Don't go. Fang Shiyu said coldly.

Last night, Song Que secretly went to the night market, although he didn't buy anything good, but he was really embarrassed to see this guy dancing with his eyebrows.

"That's okay, there is Director Yang talking at night, and I won't go to the night market, let's listen together. ”

"Storytelling?" Fang Shiyu's eyes lit up, and he finally had something fun.

"Let's go, let's talk to the boss and the senior sister to see if they listen. ”

In the middle hall, Zhang Xiaju is in the room, and Zhang Xiaju is still continuing to be impure.

Still no!

Zhang Xiaju was a little helpless.

The beauty turned into a corpse and finally turned into a skeleton, Zhang Xiaju felt that he couldn't pass this hurdle in his heart.

When she opened her eyes, Zhang Xia raised her ears and heard footsteps.

Song Que came to tell him what he had done that day, selling the goods in the Sanqiankun bag and making a profit of millions of golden tickets.

There is also a storytelling event in the evening, which is said to tell the legend of Kyushu, and it is worth listening to.

Zhang Xiaju didn't go out, and the voice told Song Que that she and her senior brother were in temporary retreat, and if they came out, they would listen.

The footsteps were far away, Zhang Xiaju was ready to start a new round of impure view, and thought about dodging into the big dream cave.

In a thatched hut at the foot of Dameng Mountain, Gu Liya sat on the big stone outside the thatched hut, her eyes closed and her brows were slightly furrowed.

Outside is the world of flowers, and I am like a beautiful flower, how can I be willing to turn into a disgusting corpse that turns into black pus flowing wantonly, foaming and deformed?!