"Li Molan?ah, well, it seems to be. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info "Hua Linshui was stunned, and then he reacted, and at the same time looked at the saintess who had always been quiet and gentle, and thought to himself, did Yu Hongyi really have such a relationship with Li Molan?"

When Zi Xiaoxiao heard his name, her mood was also a little complicated, she walked to Yu Huaji's side, patted her shoulder, as if to wake her up, and said, "Holy Maiden, are you going to find him?"

Yu Huaji took a deep breath, slowly calmed down, her face regained her calmness, and said softly: "I'll go see him, you guys...... Let's go shopping first. ”

Hearing this, Zi Xiaoxiao and Hua Linshui also understood what she meant, and nodded with a smile.

Zi Xiaoxiao also made a cheering gesture at the holy woman.

Looking at this cute little gesture, Yu Huaji's face couldn't help but show a faint smile.

With a wave of her hand, she walked to the other side of the street, and in an instant she was out of the crowd.

"The hero is sad about the beauty pass, and this can be used on Yu Hongyi's body in turn. Dongke said with a chuckle as he watched the red figure fade away.

"That disciple really accumulated eight lifetimes of blessings in exchange for the favor of the saintess in this life. ”

Zi Xiaoxiao puffed out her cheeks and said, as if she remembered the picture of her first meeting with Li Molan five years ago, when he teased himself on the street at the instigation of a bad old man, now that I think about it, the old man who instigated him is the legendary and suave Beihai Sword Immortal?

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On the stone bridge of a small river, Li Molan said goodbye to Wang He Wushuang and Wang He Jingyun.

Walking all the way from the long street in Tianshan Town, to this small stone bridge called Tianshan Bridge, Wang He Wushuang and Wang He Jingyun were going to meet the head of Wang He's family next, so they had to take another road.

Li Molan was alone, standing on the small stone bridge with not many people, looking at the clear river under the bridge, looking at the quaint but unmeaning ordinary people in the distance, and looking at the insects that crawled slowly along the eaves covered with green moss, and her mood gradually calmed down.

He came here mainly to take a look at this quaint but prosperous town, there are very few teahouses and wine shops in the Black Tea Annex, because the food and drink, including daily necessities, are all delivered by special people, and it is more suitable for quiet cultivation there.

Li Molan first came to Heavenly Tomb Island, and naturally wanted to go to a crowded place to take a look, this is this moment, he stared at the fish swimming in the river under the clear stone bridge, and his eyes gradually became confused.

When he is alone, he is in an unfamiliar environment, and it is naturally easy to miss and miss some people or things, for example, he thinks of Huangni Village and the people in the village, he thinks of the old man Li Buzheng who picked him up and raised him and loves to drink acacia wine, and the missing old green cow, the bookstore in Kapok Town and the beautiful girl who wanted to become the first woman in the world but died before she came out, remembered the dry wine poem that laughed and died peacefully, and finally missed the girl in red who rode a bear with a golden sword more and more.

Most of the others couldn't find her, but the girl in red was also on the Heavenly Tomb Island, far away in front of her, but she couldn't take the initiative to find her, how sadistic was this?

Li Molan's gaze became calmer and calmer, and if he looked closely, he would find that his pupils were a little dilated.

Obviously looking at the river, there are drifting phantoms flickering in the depths of his eyes, and what remains in the end is red.

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The breeze could not blow into the surging flow of people in Tianshan Town, and when those cultivators came out in droves in the alleys of the streets, it made the air a little more impermeable.

There are a lot of people, so it is naturally a little hot, and now it is gradually entering the middle of summer, and there is a more hot atmosphere in the air.

Yu Huaji walked quietly on the side of the street.

She was alone, figure-out, and it stands to reason that her outstanding appearance would attract a lot of attention, but for some reason, many people's eyes swept over her with indifference, as if this beautiful face was as inconspicuous as some cold girls and cats and dogs on the side of the road, and could not draw their attention at all.

Some people sat in the wine shop on the side of the street and drank, the monks bought meat and steamed buns in the bun shop, and one or two aboriginal old people from Tianshan Town chatted happily with a few powerful monks in the teahouse.

No one noticed her, perhaps because the difference in the strength of the divine soul was too large, and the divine soul of a weak person could not have much memory for her at all, even if he occasionally glanced at her and saw her, he would soon be buried in the quicksand of memory.

I don't know if it's too hot, a faint bead of sweat oozes from her forehead, but her sweat looks very clear, like a clean drop of water and not like slimy sweat.

Probably sensing the slightly hot air, the sky gradually darkened.

There was a little more coolness in the breeze, and a little more humidity, and finally the water began to droplet.

Raindrops fell like silk on her long black hair, then slid down the smooth ends of her hair, eventually bursting onto the stone floor.

"It's raining?" exclaimed a passerby.

The people around them began to speed up their pace, and many cultivators were reluctant to use their aura to repel the raindrops, preferring instead to find a place to shelter from the rain.

Some vendors sensed a business opportunity and hurriedly took out their umbrellas and sold them.

It's just that all this seems to have nothing to do with the girl in red.

Yu Huaji has always been quiet-minded, and her personality is as calm as water, but after walking through several streets and turning through several alleys without seeing the expected figure, she can't help but feel slightly confused.

He was obviously not on this street, but there were so many cultivators here, and the aura was mixed, how did she find him?

The emperor lives up to his wishes, he can always find it, right?

She thought simply, her temperament was still cold and ethereal, walking in the light rain that was falling in the air.

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The raindrops in the sky fell on Li Molan's nose and also fell on the bridge deck of the Tianshan Bridge, leaving dark traces.

There are more and more of these traces, there are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the bridge, and passers-by on the streets are more and more hurried.

Li Molan was suddenly shocked, looked at the clear river surface where spiral lines kept appearing, and looked up at the sky again.

"It's raining, I didn't bring an umbrella, this rain looks like it's going to be going to be a long time, I'd better go back to the Black Tea Annex." ”

Li Molan said to himself, anyway, he came to Tianshan Town more to take a look, he had already asked from Wang He Wushuang about some more important rules and information of the Heaven Sacrifice Conference, so there was no need to continue to stay, it was better to go back and sharpen the gun, otherwise he really had nothing to do.

As the raindrops fell, his teal robe was mottled with some dark patches.

He turned around calmly and walked towards the other end of the Tianshan Bridge, where the drizzle was like wisps.

The small stone bridge was very deserted, no one was there, only the sound of a drizzle of rain was getting louder and louder, rustling.

The rain was getting heavier, and his steps were getting faster and faster.

Suddenly, a voice rang out behind him.

"Xiaolan!"

She has a very nice voice, she must be a very beautiful girl.

Li Molan was slightly stunned, because no one had called him that for a long time, and it took him a long time to be sure that he was calling himself.

The rain was getting heavier, and the sound of the rain was getting louder and louder, and the bean-sized droplets of water splashed on the small stone bridge and then flowed down the slope.

The bookish young man stood under the stone bridge, he turned around with difficulty, and seemed to be a little surprised, more surprised and unbelievable.

On the cold stone bridge where the sound of rain is left behind, there is a beautiful girl.

The girl was dressed in red, and her face was covered with droplets, and the rain flowed down the curves of her face like tears.

The picture seems to be frozen in this moment.

He looked at her, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and called softly, "Little fish." ”

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...... (To be continued.) )