"Brother Wufang!"

This call reverberated and deafened, and there was a faint sense of grievance and coquettishness. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info immediately drew everyone's attention to the outside of the main hall.

Liu Feiliu looked inexplicably and pointed at the man opposite, "Brother Wufang?"

Ying Wubao was also surprised, and nodded subconsciously, "It should be him." His name is Nangong Wufang. ”

When I heard who it was, I was so shocked that my eyes were about to fall to the ground.

The head of Chenguang was already standing in front of Wu Bao, and he heard the questions and answers of Wu Bao's mother and daughter clearly. But he really couldn't hold back, and he felt very stupid and asked again, "Wubao, does 'Wufang' really refer to him?"

"I guess there's no one else here with that name, is it?" replied Ying Wubao again. It took her mind several times before she understood.

Nangong is Suzaku, and Uncle Mo is Qinglong. Mrs. Mo is Uncle Mo's wife, so there seems to be nothing wrong with this person being called Nangong "brother".

It's just that the image contrast is too great!

I saw the master of the hall of Sixiang Mountain, Lord Xuankong, who was full of tears, strode in front of Nangong Wufang and gave him a big bear hug. He kept saying, "Brother Wufang, it turns out that you really aren't dead! It's great! You don't know how much I miss you!"

There was a little choked sound in the words.

"Empty?" Nangong, who looked confused, asked tentatively, "Are you empty?"

Xuankong became even more excited, and his arm tightened a few more points, until Nangong was almost out of breath, "Brother Wufang, you still remember me! You really haven't forgotten me! Where have you been for so many years? My mother is gone! Uncle Mo has always refused to tell me the truth!"

"Kongkong, you let me go first!'s waist is about to break!" Nangong struggled to break free from Xuankong's hands, comparing strength, sincerity was not his strong point.

He looked at Xuankong with palpitations, and whispered: "Fortunately, you are a man!

Ying Wubao said quietly: "Men, there may also be one leg." ”

Originally, Ying Xuezheng kept saying to himself: "Xuankong is a man." This kid is also a man. Restrained. Restraint!" When I heard my daughter's words at this time, I immediately stopped refraining, "I was restless when I saw your peach blossom eyes!

"Wronged! Father-in-law! When I left, he was only so big!" Nangong had no way to cry without tears, and stretched out his hand to compare the height of a three- or four-year-old baby.

Ying Xuezheng snorted coldly, "When you harmed my daughter, my daughter was not that old! It turns out that she is still a repeat offender with a long history and many evil deeds!"

Xuankong, who had been following closely behind Nangong, was like a little pet who was afraid of being abandoned. He asked suspiciously, "Brother Wufang, could it be that Wubao is my sister-in-law now?"

Nangong Wufang looked at him, and his heart was pinched for a while. Back then, a cute little meat chased after him, "Brother Wufang" one after another, how soft it was to melt away!

But you change to a man with five big and three thick, how about you try it?

Nangong held back the discomfort in his heart, and said with unprecedented seriousness: "Kongkong, you still call me Brother Wufang! Wubao, she is indeed your sister-in-law!

"Okay!" Xuankong showed a sincere smile and said, "Congratulations to Brother Wufang for finding a good match!"

"Brother Wufang, call me Big Brother!" Nangong felt that he was about to go crazy!

Xuankong's plain and majestic square face was even more aggrieved, but he still called out obediently: "Big brother." Then he solemnly saluted Wubao and called him "sister-in-law".

Hearing Chenguang in horror, he asked carefully, "Lord Xuankong, who is this senior?"

Xuankong replied proudly, "Brother Wufang...... Well, eldest brother, but the most noble pure-blooded descendant of the Suzaku clan, he was destined to be the head of the clan from birth. The bloodline is much more noble than mine!"

"So he and the green dragon in the back mountain are the same?" Baoguang's eyes lit up, and that light scared Nangong to turn around and run away!

Xuankong shook his head, "That's not it. Brother Wufang and I are the same generation, a generation shorter than Uncle Mo. ”

"Where's the bloodline, the bloodline is the same, right?" said Baoguang hurriedly. Who cares about the seniority between your holy beasts, the old man only cares about how many good things he can peel off!

That green dragon is Mrs. Mo's husband, and the old man doesn't dare to do it easily. But this kid is the husband of the little apprentice, and that is the junior!

Xuankong nodded without Baoguang's expectations: "That's the same." The purity of a single round of bloodline, Brother Wufang is more than one percent higher than Uncle Mo. ”

Baoguang got the answer he wanted, and immediately searched for a mobile "treasure house" with satisfaction. But he found that the "treasure house" had already taken advantage of the unpreparedness, hid behind the little apprentice, and bent his legs and bent over, looking like a "little bird according to people", and whispered to Wu Bao: "Baby, your master is so terrible! Protect me! Protect me!"

Mrs. Mo looked at Nangong Wufang in surprise, she had already heard about this Suzaku junior from her husband. But she really didn't expect Nangong to protect Wubao, and actually returned to Tianquan through the spatial gap. Second, she didn't expect that the purity of this kid's bloodline was even higher than that of Qingshan!

She has been with Xuankong for thousands of years, and naturally knows that under his majestic statement, he actually hides an incomparably honest heart. Since Xuankong could never lie, it could only be his own face-saving husband who was ashamed to open his mouth.

Xuankong also saw Mrs. Mo who had been sitting at the top of the main hall at this time. He patted his head, squeezed to Nangong and Wubao's side in three steps and two steps, and walked in front of Mrs. Mo by pulling Nangong's arm.

He said as he walked: "Brother Wufang, this is Mrs. Mo, and she is Uncle Mo's Taoist companion. After a pause, he changed to a voice, "Call Madame, don't call her Aunt Mo! For this, Madame, she beat me up a lot!"

Nangong nodded and said, "I know, I know! Women are afraid of being called old! Do you remember Sister Mei'er? Obviously, Uncle Mo is a generation, so he has to force us to call him sister!"

Xuankong suddenly burst into tears again, "I see! I see! If my eldest brother had come back earlier, I wouldn't have been beaten so much in vain!"

"You two eyebrows, is there still no end?In front of Wu Bao, hooking up with others like this, Nangong has no way, you are really bold!" Mrs. Mo saw that the two of them walked in front of her and began to spread the sound, and she looked at each other with a look of sympathy, and couldn't help but ridicule.

Nangong saluted respectfully and said, "Nangong Wufang, the younger generation of the Vermilion Bird clan, meet Mrs. Mo!"

Mrs. Mo raised her hand and said, "Okay, the reunion is certainly exciting, but it's time for us to discuss business." Now that the lords of each hall have arrived, let's continue to discuss the matter of resisting the people from the upper realm. ”

After everyone put away all kinds of curious, surprised, and angry emotions, and sat down one after another, Ying Wubao looked around the entire hall, his eyes swept over everyone's faces, and then he asked suspiciously: "The master of the White Night Hall of Taiji Mountain has not arrived yet?"

"White Night, bastard! defected!" Baoguang roared angrily.

Ying Wubao looked at Uncle Chenguang in disbelief, only to see him nod with a heavy face.

"This, how is it possible!" (To be continued.) )