As Banxian Yao and Mo Liunian stepped out of the courtyard and gradually moved away, Wu Hao looked at Hou Banxian Yao's back, touched his fat chin, and looked meaningful.

Xiao Banxian patted Wu Hao's shoulder: "Why do you need to deliberately be angry with her if you like it, if she is really angry and leaves, it will be too late for you to regret it." ”

Wu Hao was not only a little annoyed when he came back to his senses, but then calmly stood up straight and was dragged slightly, and pretended to pounce on his slightly wrinkled sleeves.

Banxian Yi also said: "That's it, my sister eats soft or hard, you have to coax." ”

Grandpa criticizes people very well: he knows it with reason, moves it with emotion, has a head and is a way, and his mouth is full of foam.

Wu Hao held the wine glass and drank the wine, and stayed for a long time, not knowing what to do. Wu Hao only said that he was right, and he didn't offend Banxian Yao, how did he make her angry?

Just say a few words, maybe you have to let her know everything?

Mei Guo slapped down, and also regretted a little, although he was rude first, but when did he become so arrogant, hanging his hand, his hand clenched into a fist, and the palm was also hot and painful, people who beat people are like this, but I can't tell who is right and who is wrong between the two, and I can't say anything about softness.

Banxian Yao raised her hand comfortingly and patted the back of Wu Hao's head: "I like to be smart, gentle, and have a good temperament, don't worry, I will definitely not get a Hedong lion to come back and stir you up in the future." “

These words seemed to open a hole in Wu Hao's chest, and it seemed that the delusion that had been surrendered by him had the opportunity to come out again, turning up the gloomy soul that had nowhere to be resolved.

Wu Hao had no choice but to force himself to squeeze out a stiff smile.

Banxian Yao and Wu Hao can accompany each other hand in hand, it can really be called the will of heaven to make people, every time there is a contradiction, Wu Hao squinted at the so-called "woman's opinion, I am too lazy to fight with you" The look of eyes is enough to make Banxian Yao angry half dead.

"Excuse me, the seventh brother hasn't been to the palace for a long time, how can he be willing to come today?" Wu Hao smiled and raised his hand, and asked as if sarcastic and ridiculous.

Oh, why do these sounds sour, it seems that this guy has a deep resentment in his heart, and if he continues to hold it like this, he may be able to become a resentful woman!

Out of the guest house, he took Xin'er from Ruotong's hand, couldn't help but pick her up, and walked down the verandah step by step, climbing to the fourth courtyard where they lived.

The cold dew was heavy, the autumn insects whispered, coming out of the cracks in the stone steps, Ruotong and Ruolan were playing lanterns in front, and the chess mother and the two little girls were following.

A large group of children in front of the running and jumping to lead the way, giggling and playing, pearl smiled and welcomed me in, all the way, but saw the newly renovated halls and pavilions in the house is very grandiose, the garden trees and rocks are also verdant and smooth, the slaves are all dressed simple but very neat, all of them have a manner, from entering the house to sitting, only to feel that the upper and lower are in order.

The inner house of Yanfu is hidden in a feather garden with flowers and trees, and the flavor of the south of the Yangtze River.

A twelve-thirteen-year-old girl wearing a pink bikina had a word in her mouth, and rushed into the gate with a hundred thousand hurried faces, skillfully passing through the courtyard, arches, and then around the corridor, even at a sharp turn of 90 degrees, the seemingly small footsteps did not stop for half a minute, and ran all the way into the small garden in the garden smoothly.

The front yard is also called the outer garden, is the place where men deal with government affairs, the front main entrance is three seven seven forty-nine copper nails of the vermilion lacquer door, on both sides are the east and west corner doors, to the inside is paved with a smooth and neat huge square stone slab, straight down, symmetrical there are two rows of four outer study.

On the outer side is the stable carriage house, and several rows of narrow courtyard houses with upside-down seats in the dwelling of a dry slave, and after passing the outer door, in the middle are five huge and bright meeting halls, with conservatories and pantries on both sides.

In a courtyard of Tianmeng Mountain, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, the landscape is pleasant, the blue bamboo house is located next to the rockery and green bamboo, the door of the house is half hidden, the window is open, the breeze carries the petals over the window, and the whole courtyard is extremely quiet.

Yanxi paid the sedan chair and waited here, holding Qingqiu up a few stone steps, passing through a small cypress branch short hedge, turning to the east, there is a small flower garden. Such as anchovies, cockscombs, red cinnamon, crape myrtles, etc., all bloom very well.

The flower garden is facing a cliff and is surrounded by a high fence. There is a green pine frame and a small thatched pavilion.

Everyone used a little wine and food indiscriminately, leaving only Xiao San'er to look after the house in the store, and they all walked to Ciyun Temple.

Walking for about half a mile, I saw a dense forest, a green onion cage, and a corner of the red wall.

A gust of wind passed, and the sound of Sanskrit sound was heard, and it was indeed a blessed land of Qing cultivation.

It's best to find a little time to stay in the mountains. The forest is deep and secluded, the clouds are far away and quiet, the mountains are idle and empty, and the heart is lonely and natural.

The grass is low, the clouds are high, the insects are calling, and the birds are singing.

Hearing from near and far, they are all at ease.

Climb on the stone steps of flowers and plants, sit in the idle house of Yunshui, people and mountains, far into shadows.

Today, tomorrow, the mountain comes from the white clouds, the wind comes from the window, the moon and the water from the moon, the wind comes to the wind, and the moon comes to Chanjuan.

Cang Ji walked out of the garden through the corridor, then crossed the bridge and went down the steps, through a cave door, before entering his father's courtyard. When the maid who was waiting under the porch saw him come in, she raised the curtain to welcome him in.

Banxian Yao took Mo Liunian directly to the third courtyard, and arrived outside the Zhilan Xiaozhu after seven rounds, without the need for a maid to lead the way, Mo Liunian asked, "Are you familiar with this?"

Banxian Yao said: "I have lived here for a year. ”

Mo Liunian was suddenly surprised, looking at how much she hated Wu Hao, it was really hard to imagine how they got along this year.

She looked at him in amazement, not noticing when she had changed his name. But Fang Shaoqing noticed it, which gave him courage, he put down the toy in his hand and approached her,

Their distance allows each other to see what is in the depths of their eyes, those things that do not care whether they are hidden or not, and which do not care whether they are fake or not disguised, are like thick ink on paper.

"This is where you used to live?" Mo Liunian asked.

Banxian Yao nodded, pushed open the door, the light was already on in the room, and when Banxian Yao entered the door, his face changed slightly.

Zhilan Xiaozhu only has two wings, the east and west, Banxian Yao lives in her former east wing, Mo Liunian lives in the west wing, Banxian Yao walked into the east wing, and was immediately stunned, and the maid who followed her in said: "The things here are all ordered by the young master not to change." ”

Banxian Yao pouted: "Who is rare." ”

A few men over there continued to drink, and Wu Hao asked, "What trouble are you encountering?"

The little half-immortal said: "There are monsters chasing and killing me." ”

Wu Hao just took a sip of wine into his mouth, and before he swallowed it, he puffed out half and choked in his throat, and Wu Hao, who was in pain, patted his chest and coughed vigorously.

"You are the young master of the half-immortal family, who dares to touch you, you let your three aunts and six women go up and kill him together. ”

The little half-immortal said: "It's not a monster, it's a group." ”

Wu Hao's eyes widened: "Who did you offend the monster?"

Xiao Banxian said: "I don't know either, that's why I avoided you." ”

Wu Hao said: "It is estimated that the big monster who can drive you around, yes, this mansion is covered with several enchantments, even if it is a big monster to come in, it should not be easy." ”

The badger and I went round the place day and night, and it was always the same_ there were sentry posts everywhere, guns pointed at us, stones thrown at us, and an animal was watching at all times. When you see us, good fellows, you hear their laughter that annoys me the most."

Could it be that the former owner used it to forbid evil because of the unrest of the house? Looking at this kind of shrine, it often makes people think of it—thinking of the netherworld in a country temple—so I didn't dare to go up to see it myself, and I didn't ask Lin Ma to clean it, but I just left it empty.

After a few minutes, he himself went out, dragging the policemen who were watching him behind. He slipped into a building with two exits, made them wait stupidly, slipped through the other exit, and hailed a car to go straight to Neuilly.

Seeing that all kinds of attacks were completely ineffective, the rest of the people were finally willing to listen to Wei Wuxian's words, and they swarmed out and scattered in all directions. There were many people, and the more anxious Wei Wuxian was, the more he couldn't find Jin Ling, he rode a donkey and ran into a bamboo forest, and turned around to meet the juniors of the Lan family who had caught up, Wei Wuxian shouted to them: "Children!"

The place where we had camped that afternoon was in a triangular countryside and a lake of clay as hard as cement. You can smash a sledgehammer into it without even a dent. So to find out which direction they were going, I had to leave the camp in circles until I found my path, and try to follow that general direction by searching for scratches, looking for freshly eaten forage, and keeping an eye out for fresh droppings. It takes a lot of frustrating roundabouts.

The spider got busy, first pulling out a silk thread horizontally, then turning around and pulling out another. Then, the string was pulled vertically. Three pulls and two pulls, pulling east and west, pull out a gossip type. Then turn around from the outside to the inward and pull the line again, round by circle, round by round, criss-crossed, shuttled. Not a little more, no less a line. There is no wrong line, no wrong step. I marveled at the fact that there is an electronic computer in the belly of the spider, directing it to operate strictly according to the program?

He drew his pistol and fired three shots, one of which shattered a piece of glass. Then he stepped out through a small solid door, carefully locked. Now he came to the two rooms outside a hallway that led to the antechamber.

Under the curtain, between the decorative onion-shaped lines, there is a movable button, and when pressed, the iron curtain falls. Two hours earlier, he had run into the Iron Curtain.

He could only curl up in the dead leaves that had been blown into the hole by the wind, hoping to take shelter for a while, and he lay there, gasping for breath and trembling, listening to the whistles and footsteps outside, and it dawned on him. It turned out that the terrible thing that other small animals in the field and under the hedge were most afraid of seeing, and the kind of terrible thing that the river rat had taken great pains to prevent from encountering was the horror of the wild forest.

I saw that under the tunnel was a narrow stone room, probably only the size of the basement of an apartment at the junction of urban and rural areas, barely able to stand seven or eight people.

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