Shi Niang looked at the longevity noodles in her hand with emotion, and solemnly swore: "Master, the apprentice promises you that if you don't learn all your martial arts routines, you won't go out of the mountain again." Please search () to see the most complete! The fastest update"

After finishing speaking, he picked up the green onion-flavored longevity noodles in his hand. She takes a bite, and her son takes a bite. Even if Shicai's dinner was full, the mother and son still nibbled on it, because this was the noodles made by Wu Jue himself.

"Shi Niang, one day, you still have to go down the mountain, but now, it's not the time..."

In the middle of the night, Shi Niang quietly withdrew from the room after putting Shuai Shuai to sleep. She couldn't sleep and wanted to come out to breathe.

When the door of the house was opened, the boy and the girl who were guarding the door were quarreled by the sound of the door being opened. They raised their heads at the same time, saw Shi Niang, and immediately got up from the ground, intending to follow Shi Niang.

"You stay here, I'm going to wander around alone." This paper harrier mountain has been visited countless times by Shi Niang, but in fact, I am tired of shopping.

When the two white tigers heard Shi Niang's words, they didn't dare to disobey the order, and lay back on the ground again.

Shi Niang jumped on the branch, and her figure shuttled rapidly in the mountains and forests. She wanted to enjoy the speed, as if she had melted into the wind, and the wind embraced her.

Tonight is the first night, and there is no bright full moon to be seen, but there are bright stars shining in the night, so as not to make the night too lonely.

Shi Niang's lonely and arrogant back, in the dark night, seems to reflect the night.

On the other side of the spectrum, is there someone who has lost sleep like her?

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"Master, there's a letter from the Red Maple Temple." Yue knelt on the ground, she had just rushed back from Mancheng to report to her master.

Standing in front of the hall of the National Capital Branch, looking up at the night, the Lord of the Hades Palace, Sky Eagle, wore a skull mask on his face. Slightly lowered his head and glanced at Yue, "Bring it." ”

"Master, it's a letter from Mrs. Shi." Yue handed the letter in his hand to his master.

After Zhai Xiying took it, he opened the envelope elegantly and slowly, and the letter paper was flattened by him.

'Ying'er, the master wants to put Zhi'er in your mansion, and Zhi'er has already set off from Huangcheng. ’

"Weaver?" The sword eyebrows under the mask furrowed, and he had no impression of the 'weaving' in the letter.

Yue heard the master's puzzled tone and explained: "Master, Huang Yuzhi is the granddaughter of Shitai..."

"Her granddaughter?" Zhai Xiying remembered. But for Huang Yuzhi, he didn't have many fragments in his mind.

"Master, do you want to reply to Mrs. Shi?"

Zhai Xiying shook her head, "I'm afraid she's set off and can't find her." It's just that I don't know if she can find the martial master. ”

"Master rest assured, the relationship between Master Tai and Master Wu Jue will definitely be able to get in touch!" Moon was comforted.

"Perhaps, you can step down." Zhai Xiying turned the letter paper in his hand into ashes and drifted away with the cold wind.

After the moon retreated, Zhai Xiying left the branch altar of the capital of the Hades Palace and flew to Xinshan, which was not far from the country.

In the night, his figure is as fast as lightning, and the shadow that blends with the night has reached a situation that cannot be captured by the naked eye.

Arriving at the upper reaches of the Xinshan River, the newly built 'church' stood in front of Zhai Xiying, and the towering spires on both sides of the front of the church seemed to absorb the power of the night, transforming into holy soft light and hitting him.

"It's your birthday again, and here's another surprise I have for you." His thin lips opened lightly, and his right hand habitually stroked the two rings on his left hand.

Slowly approaching the church, she once briefly described the appearance of the church, I wonder if this 'church' designed by him is to her liking?

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