is such an amorous profligate, sweet words come when you open your mouth, the corners of your eyes and eyebrows are full of affection, your smile is full of compassion, and your every move is full of grace, and loving such a person is to make yourself uncomfortable.

Weng Ran stared at the busy figure and kept scarleting, and in his blurred vision, he saw that a group of cultivators appeared again, and they participated, and the fire in the sky burned black smoke and choked people, but fortunately, there was an enchantment barrier, and someone came to start treatment for these injured people.

In the end, I let go of my tense spirit and passed out after a while.

The nightmare followed, she curled up on the ground, wailing, dodging, the outstretched arms, just as she was about to collapse, red light fell from the sky, and those arms were gone, and they howled miserably.

She stared at the person who fell from the sky, so fierce that she couldn't look at a person directly, like a fire, this shouldn't be a description of people, but Weng Ran saw that person and the word popped up in his mind, Tu is Tu Tu.

Although the flower is not red, this person has the arrogance and fierceness that she is the last flower color in the world.

And the man fell in front of him, stretched out his hand to himself, and picked himself up from the muddy dust.

The nightmare has since lost the nightmare.

Weng Ran in the dream slowly opened his eyes in the arms of the world, and Weng Ren in reality also slowly opened his eyes, looking around quietly, with some surprise in his heart, since she was taken back to the mountain by the master, she only dreamed of that incident on the first night, and was patiently coaxed by the master, and after that, she dreamed of so many difficult pasts, but never dreamed of this period again.

Is it because of the previous loss of control?

As he pondered, a sweet and greasy voice came to his ear, "Wake up, are you having a nightmare?"

Weng Ran looked at it in a blink of an eye, and saw a small face like a bun bulging, very cute, with goose-yellow ribbons tied in his hair, combed with two long braids, and was looking at himself curiously at the moment.

"You looked so scared before, I just wanted to wake you up, and I saw that your expression was gradually improving, so I didn't wake you up, it's a nightmare, don't be afraid, it's okay, senior brother, senior sister, they have already disposed of those. ”

As she spoke, she wiped the sweat from her forehead with the embroidered handkerchief in her hand.

"You're so badly injured, it must be very painful, but don't worry, the medical skills of the senior sisters are very good, that is"

She looked at Weng Ran's neck a little unbearably, and then laughed after blinking her big flickering eyes, "It's okay, my generation cultivator, my body is somewhat scarred, I still have this"

She said to herself, she had taken out a lake-blue silk scarf from the space bracelet, embroidered with cold flowers on her face, proudly opened the silk scarf to wrap around her neck, and shook it from side to side, "It's good-looking, senior brother's embroidery skills are a must, if you think you will wrap this silk scarf in the future, it's good, when I go back, ask my senior brother to embroider more, send it to you, each color is a piece, you can change it every day, it's good-looking." ”

deliberately put the flower in front of Weng Ran, it is indeed an excellent craftsmanship, lifelike, Weng Ran smelled the cold fragrance in a trance.

The other party had already taken off the silk scarf and stuffed it into her placket, "You rest first, I have to boil the medicine." "Hopping away.

From the time she opened her eyes to now, she hadn't said a word yet, this one was more talkative than Chenyue, but with a lot of kindness, Weng Ran didn't remember much about the time when she went crazy, but it was estimated that she was injured in the neck.

If there are more lice, it will not itch, and if there are more injuries, it will not hurt, Weng Ran thought so, chuckled, and felt very tired.

At this time, the second city, which had suffered from the calamity, He Sifang was greeting the people of Lemen.

He looked at the top three people, thinking that they should have a higher status, but he muttered dissatisfiedly in his heart, the pavilion master left him alone, and he didn't know how to entertain people, so he only scratched his head in embarrassment, and smiled innocently, "I am He Sifang, the peak master of the sixth peak of the Martial Pavilion." ”

A woman dressed like a Taoist aunt said: "Lord He Feng is polite, playing the pipa." ”

"Ah~ Then you should be the pipa order of Lemen. ”

He Sifang still knows this, the people of Lemen tinker with musical instruments all day long, playing and singing, and each instrument has a Ling Lord, which is almost the same as their peak master.

"Lord He Feng misunderstood, it was Xiao Ling. ”

He Sifang scratched his head even harder, and was embarrassed, when the man on the pipa spoke: "Lord He Feng, you are playing the bamboo flute." The words fell and looked at He Sifang with a look of embarrassment, and said empathetically: "It's the music door flute order." ”

"Ah~haha~" He Sifang smiled Hanhan, looked at the third man, the other party's small chin has never fallen since it appeared, He Sifang really wants to ask him, what's wrong, big brother, it's a pillow!

Rough as he is, I don't know that there is a kind of person in this world who likes this kind of cold tone.

"In the lower Xiao Xiao. ”

He Sifang stared at his eyes with an expression that I understood, "Your Excellency is a pipa." ”

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone's color changed, this sentence was too ambiguous, it was inevitable that people would not think about it, the real pipa frowned slightly, the bamboo flute snickered, Lu Xiao finally lowered his arrogant little chin, and his face was angry, "I, I'm not"

"Ah, I'm wrong, look at my stupid mouth. He Sifang twitched according to his mouth, raised it lightly, and didn't even make a sound, and nodded to Lang Pipa to apologize, "I didn't mean that, I didn't mean that he was yours." ”

In a word, the faces of the two of them were darker, and the shoulders of the bamboo flute had begun to shake, it was really not a big deal to watch the excitement.

He Sifang waved his hand again and again, "I mean, he plays the pipa, just that hand."

Saying that, he gestured twice, and the bamboo flute burst out laughing, and the dimples on his cheeks couldn't be hidden.

"Enough!" Xiao Xiao snorted, "I'm Sheng Ling!"

He Sifang opened his mouth wide, and his head couldn't turn a little, what is the situation now, do you want to force me He Datou to spit out fragrant fragrance! Everyone in this music door is sick! Call the pipa to do Xiao, call Xiao to do the sheng, then who will do the pipa! What to do with the pipa! How lonely the pipa is, the biao-shaped man has actually wronged the pipa, how reasonable can this person be.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, although He Sifang is a straight intestine, he is not an unreasonable master.

"Sorry, misunderstanding, misunderstanding. ”

"Hmph!" Yu Xiao snorted coldly, his small chin was raised again, He Sifang's head finally opened a little, his posture, this is his eyes above the top, not to put everyone in his eyes!

The bamboo flute, who had laughed enough, opened his mouth and played a round, "Lord He Feng, I still bother you to tell me about the current situation." ”

He Sifang glanced at him, just this person is normal, and he will make flutes when he calls for flutes, so he is also very enthusiastic about him.