Not far away, a handsome scholar-like monk walked around, with long sleeves, fluttering clothes, clear eyes, and a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

Ji Yaoxue was stunned, he was in a trance for a while, and he hadn't spoken for a long time.

For some reason, Ji Yaoxue felt that her nose was sour, and her eyes gradually turned red.

This number has appeared in my mind countless times.

Now, when she sees it, she feels a little unreal.

There seemed to be no other sound in her ears, and she was always echoing the words: "Miss Ji, don't come." ”

"Well, you and Mr. Mo have known each other for a long time, it's hard for you to hide it from me!" Bai Yu and Leng came to Ji Yaoxue and whispered.

Hearing this, Ji Yaoxue gradually came to his senses, and the man in the green shirt had approached.

"Bai Yu saw Mr. Mo coldly. ”

Bai Yu stood up quickly and threw his hands into fists.

The man in the green shirt just nodded, his eyes turned and fell on Ji Yao's beautiful face again, with a smile in his eyes.

Bai Yuleng looked at Ji Yaoxue and the man in the green shirt.

She was a little confused.

If they know each other, why not say a word?

If you don't know, what does Mr. Fang Kaimu mean?

"Are you Mr. Mo?"

After a while, Ji Yaoxue finally spoke.

"It seems so. The man in the green shirt nodded.

"Then should I call you Su Zi, Mr. Mo, or Zi Mo?"

"Whatever"

As soon as the voice fell, the heart was like a rhinoceros, and the two people looked at each other and smiled as before.

"Sit down"

Su Qin pointed to the stone bench next to him and sat down with Ji Yaoxue.

The white rain and cold man stood in place, not calm down for a while.

"What Suzi, what kind of ink?"

Bai Yu turned his head coldly, hurriedly returned to Ji Yaoxue, and asked with a puzzled expression: "Yao Xue, what do you mean by Su Gongzi and Zimo just now?"

Ji Yaoxue smiled, but did not speak, and turned to look at Su Qin.

Su Qin looked at the white rain and cold, and said calmly: "Meet again, in the Qin State of the Lower Soviet Union." ”

"Which Su Qin?"

Bai Yu was a little confused and asked subconsciously.

"Yan Guo, Su Qin"

"Ahh

Bai Yu let out a cold sound, his face was full of disbelief, and he said in a confused voice: "Are you a waste Su Qin who can't practice and has no spiritual roots?"

Hearing the word "waste", Ji Yao frowned, looked at it slightly, and whispered, "Sister Bai!"

Thinking of his unhappy face, he couldn't help but say: "White collar workers, how can you talk like this, if my son is a waste, who is not a wasted person today?"

"How is that possible?"

For a while, Bai Yu was very difficult to accept, his gaze went back and forth between Su Qin, Ji Yaoxue, Ninic and Su Xiaoling, but now no one seemed to be joking.

In the impression of white rain and cold, Su Qin, a Yan country, and Mr. Mo are completely two worlds in front of him!

One is in the sky, is the great first week refinery, famous, almost all real people want to make friends with it.

One is underground, from a small vassal country, a remote place, without spiritual roots, unable to practice, and the most common mortal in the world is Hongchen.

Two people, why one?

Su Qin smiled and said, "Yes, there are many impossible things in this world. ”

Ji Yaoxue didn't talk about this topic, and asked curiously, "Why are you called Mo Ling?"

Su Qin pointed to the plaque on the door and said: "Mo Ling is just the name of the oil refinery, others subconsciously think that my name is Mo Ling, and I don't bother to explain, so it spread." ”

"I can't believe it. I haven't seen you in a few years. You have changed too much, and you have become a very famous Mr. Mo in the whole Wang Chengdu. It's hard to see one of them. Ji Yaoxue joked.

Su Qin also smiled and said, "The names of the three princesses of the Great Zhou Dynasty have been proposed, how dare I not see it?"

"Shh

Ji Yaoxue covered her mouth with a smile, looked at the white rain and cold, and said, "It's all the shouts of the white sister." ”

In Bai Yu's cold eyes, since seeing Su Qin and Ji Yaoxue, it seemed that a person had changed, the eyebrows were troubled, and the beautiful eyes were like water, smiling Yan Ran, beautiful things could not be square things.

Ji Yaoxue thought for a while and said, "By the way, my father also attaches great importance to you. ”

"To Mo Ling, right?" Su Qin's tone was dull.

"It's all the same anyway, you're alone. "Ji Yao learns the road.

Su Qin smiled and did not speak.

He knew very well that if Da Zhou's son was now Morin, it would be difficult to say his attitude towards him.

The heart of heaven is unpredictable.

If Zhou Tianzi gets angry and kills him, he will find a good reason!

"The king's customized spiritual weapon is for you, isn't it?" asked Su Qin.

"Uh-huh"

Ji Yaoxue nodded, stretched out his palm, and said with a smile: "Hand it over, let me see how Mr. Mo made the flying sword, can you get into my eyes?"

Su Qingguang took a flying sword out of the storage bag.

The sword is three feet long, the sword body is about two feet wide, and the sword body is tattooed with mysterious and mysterious patterns, which can be called ghost axe art, beautiful!

Su Qin was infused with spiritual power.

Wow!

There are four spirit lines on the sword, which sparkles!

Four stripes!

Looking at this flying sword, the white Yuleng eyes shone with a hint of jealousy.

Although she is the master of White Hariel, she does not yet have an excellent spiritual weapon.

Ji Yaoxue took the flying sword with both hands, wiped the sword body with his fingers, and felt the cold air brought by the blade, but the warm current flowed through his heart.

"Buzz!"

Ji Yaoxue's fingertips brushed the tip of the knife, flashing gently, the sword body trembled, and the crisp sword sound sang!

Just by listening to the sound of the sword, we can judge that this flying sword is also an excellent work among the best spiritual weapons, and it is endlessly close to the perfect spiritual weapon!

Su Qin took out a pale yellow shirt from the storage bag and handed it to Ji Yaoxue. "This caftan was also given to you," Mr. Su said.

Ji Yaoxue picked it up.

This yellow kaftan is thin, light, and has a cool feel.

Ji Yaoxue injected spiritual power into his caftan deep in his heart.

Wow!

On this long gown, four spiritual lights burst out and shone brightly!

"Ahh

Almost at the same time, Ji Yao's white snow and white rain cried out.

This is another great spiritual weapon!

It's a rare spirit of defense!

Looking at the shape and lines of this gown, it was almost tailor-made for Ji Yaoxue.

At this time, Bai Yu's cold heart is no longer jealousy, but jealousy!

It's too extravagant!

As soon as someone shoots, who gives away the best spiritual weapon?

Ji Yaoxue lowered his head and pretended to look at his robe, his cheeks flushed and he was distraught.

Su Qin noticed Ji Yao's snow color and frowned slightly.

He gave away this caftan completely because he regarded Ji Yaoxue as a good friend and a good friend, not to mention that Ji Yaoxue was very good to him and the Su family.

Su Qin didn't want to cause Ji Yaoxue to misunderstand.

Su Qin muttered for a while, and seemed to say casually: "Not long ago, I just bought a few thousand silks, and I refined three long robes. "In addition to you, Xiao Ning and Nicky also have it. “。

Hearing this, Ji Yaoxue's front was dark.

But soon, Ji Yaoxue looked up as if she had recovered, smiled, and said, "Then thank you." ”