Qian Duoduo walked in front of Xiao Banxian, since he is the eldest brother, he will definitely not be young, but Qian Duoduo is well maintained, his skin is as white and tender as the steamed buns that have just come out of the cage, and there is not a trace of wrinkles, only a white hair and eyes full of vicissitudes can see some real age.

The little half-immortal said respectfully to Qian Duoduo: "The junior little half-immortal has seen the seniors. ”

Qian Duoduo was full of smiles, and when Xiao Banxian estimated whether he was going to have another soul contest, Qian Duoduo suddenly stood on tiptoe and patted Xiao Banxian's shoulder, "Young man is good, I don't blame your grandfather for hurting you so much." ”

Several other people had already automatically given up their seats and gave their seats to Qian Duoduo, and after Qian Duoduo sat down, he said to Banxian Renxin: "What are you doing in a daze, everyone sit down and talk." ”

After everyone got this sentence, they sat down in turn, and Qian Duoduo looked at Yuan Feng and said, "Things are really tricky?"

Yuan Feng said: "There are already three dragons who have recognized the master. ”

Qian Duoduo sighed, "It's a pity." ”

It was about himself, and Xiao Banxian didn't care about anything else, and asked, "If the formation is withdrawn, will these three heavenly dragons also disappear?"

Qian Duoduo said: "Young man, I don't know if what happened to you will happen in the future, but it has never happened before, so I don't know what will happen." ”

The little half-immortal said: "Does this formation have to be withdrawn?"

Qian Duoduo didn't answer, but asked rhetorically: "Every time Tianlong wakes up and recognizes the Lord, how do you feel?"

That feeling Xiao Banxian's heart trembled when he thought about it now, he thought about it and spit out four words: "Life is better than death." ”

Qian Duoduo said: "That's because you bear the power of the Heavenly Dragon with the body of a mortal, and every time the power of the Heavenly Dragon expands your meridians, do you know what will happen if the meridians are expanded to the limit?"

Xiao Banxian pursed his lips and didn't speak, Qian Duoduo clasped his hands in front of him, and then opened them suddenly, "It's like a ripe watermelon that explodes with a bang." ”

Qian Duoduo squinted his eyes and smiled: "Of course, everyone's ability to bear is different, you have experienced it three times, how many times do you think your body can withstand it?"

I have to say that businessmen are eloquent, just this bluffing eloquence, and Lao Chai has a fight, Xiao Banxian wants to say to Qian Duoduo that if you don't want to do business in the future, you can consider becoming a storyteller, but these words can only go around in your heart, and you say: "The younger generation understands." ”

Qian Duoduo said: "Your grandfather just wanted to borrow the power of the Eight Heavenly Dragons to suppress the things in your body, but I didn't expect this Heavenly Dragon to wake up, if he knew that this would be the case, he would not have cast this kind of formation on you." ”

Half Immortal Ren said: "The three awakened heavenly dragons will depend on Uncle Qian, Second Master Yuan and Fourth Master Huang to make a move." ”

Originally, Xiao Banxian thought that Hua Sanniang would disagree with this arrangement, but she didn't expect that she would acquiesce without saying a word.

At this moment, the voice of the innocent came, "Big brother." ”

When Xiao Banxian looked at it, he saw Wujian standing outside the door with an anxious face, and Xiao Banxian hurriedly said, "This is my friend." ”

Although the half-immortal Renxin was dissatisfied, he still said, "Go ahead." ”

The little half-immortal was just about to go out, and Hua Siqin suddenly said, "Angry King Kong?"

Xiao Banxian and Wujian were both stunned, Hua Siqin stood up and pointed to the place where Wujian was impartially, "He actually has the Angry Eyes Vajra Protector." ”

With this shout, Xiao Banxian felt a few breezes passing around him, and when he looked at it again, Yuan Feng, Huang Rui and Zheng Qi had already surrounded Wuji.

Zheng Qi asked sharply: "Who are you Monk Hua?"

Year after year, winter has gone to spring, and the stars have changed, but they can't go back to the past. The stars are always quiet, and the heavens and the earth are still the same. The love of several lifetimes, the attachment of several lifetimes, has not changed today. Whether you are busy or in your spare time, I always like to read you thousands of times, and I will not get tired of it silently. The warm sun is your gaze and takes me to appreciate the changes of the four seasons. I really want to watch the sunset with you, the grass is green, and listen to the fishing boat singing at night.

What's so good about "que"? "que" is a bit like a part of the ancient Chinese character, and I gradually fell in love with the realm of que. No, I'm just beginning to understand that flowers bloom by accident, but at the same time I've learned to love them for the "normality" of the moon not blooming.

With a new heart, keep the time. The past years, the love in my heart, in the light smile and sigh, has become light. We only need to have a peaceful heart, let the flowers bloom and the leaves fall in a circular interpretation, and carry a cloud and water Zen heart, and let time fly into the myth of immortality.

If fate has destined us to walk on the same road, encounter the same rain, and be under the same umbrella, then please look down on me with gentler eyes, hold me with more stubborn hands, and draw close to me with a warmer breath. Love me more, okay? Only in love do I know my name, I know where I am, and I am pleasantly surprised to discover my existence. All the stones are just stones, indifferent and stubborn, only the one that receives the essence of the sun and the moon will burst suddenly, leaping out of a happy life.

In fact, I can't complain that the men in the world have been the goddess of Wudi in the south of the Yangtze River for thousands of years+- and have been fascinated by it, like a moth to the fire of Nanxu's scholars to win the hearts of strange women, and answer the sentence that only loves strangers with their lives, and they don't have to dance low in the heart of the willow building, and sing the peach blossom fan at the bottom of the wind. As long as they are willing to work hard for men, they are clever in love, turning the clouds and rain, and showing their hearts and hearts, and the affectionate scenery can make people flattered and inseparable. Such a person is like a flower blooming in spring, and the bright light is shining, which makes people can't love it, and they can't be lowered. This talent is a talent that history is a talent that cannot be fully understood.

The lotus is one, and everything has roots. I once wrote about a woman like a lotus, and now it seems that she is more suitable for Lily, kind and innocent, and you are Qinghe, the Qinghe in my heart. The lotus in my heart is elegant, she has a faint fragrance, not only represents kindness, but also has that indisputable but not light temperament, too strong, will burn others, too indifferent, will cool themselves, do not come and go, neither lukewarm nor hot, warm and warm, only the lotus is self-contained.

At this time, people are lying in the vine pocket, the eyebrows are uncomfortable, the stars want to hide, from time to time looking up at the sky, as if thinking about the heart, the more I can't help but look at the more I love, first want to get close to the side to talk a few words, and then think about the falling flowers intentionally, the flowing water is ruthless, I don't know her thoughts, and things are extremely difficult, why bother to spring silkworms to bind themselves, plainly add a lot of troubles? I couldn't help but sigh softly, and retreated.

The four seasons go back and forth, the flow of the year is not stopped, the west wind leaves fall and sigh, and the rain and autumn are cold. sighed for the passing years, "but only a finger, when will the west wind come, and it will not be said, and the passing year will be secretly changed." "We walk in the passing years, and in an instant the childish face turns gray hair, and the flowers fall into the flowers, and only by cherishing can we not miss the best time.

She couldn't help but touch the white and tender face like a shelled egg, and then went to pick up the long black hair like dyed ink, "It's really outrageous!" In the past two months, everyone's physical and psychological pressure has been huge, and everyone has been boiled up and yellow muscles, thin and haggard, how can the person in front of him be an exception, the white face is full of a faint redness, the eyes are clear and translucent, and the whole person looks radiant, just like being reborn.

But now, my mother's appearance has changed so much! The bridge of the nose and eyebrows are wrinkled together, the corners of the mouth are pulled back by wrinkles, and the mouth is shriveled, and the eyes are still so big, but they have lost their brilliance, and they are always staring blankly at the light, and you can see that the fluffy hair is mixed with many silver threads. Yes, mom is getting old, very disproportionately old with the age of 40. When did she get old, maybe when her father died.

The old man is not bad, but he is undignified, with a round face, a small double chin, a bald head, a little crawling nose, a very bright brain, not very smart eyes, a yellow short beard, an old smile, short hands and feet, a round belly, shaking and walking, without raising his eyebrows, mixing and lacking curves, like a cook for the elderly. The material of the clothes is not bad, but the cuffs and necklines are slightly more oily, which reduces the pretty. Every time you take off your hat, there will be heat on your head, which is enough to arouse the favor of others - taking off your hat like a steamer shows sincerity.

There is not a single expression line on her face, her eyes are shiny and bright, black and white, her lips are naturally pink, taut and slightly upturned, and the skin at the knuckles of her elbows is smooth and not loose, in other words, she is like a fresh fruit, how can she not be coveted, even every hair is full of vitality, it has its own life, she shakes her head casually, it is a kind of scenery, the hairs on the forehead have not faded, and a girl of this age will not even look ugly when she cries, not to mention a clever smile.

She seemed to be smiling on her face, with a hint of resentment at the corners of her mouth, covered in plain clothes, at this time the sunset was about to go down, the faint sun shone on her face, he met her this time, not as excited as the past two times, but saw that there were wrinkles hidden between the corners of her eyebrows and eyes, about thirty-five or sixteen years old, no fat powder on her face, white and tender complexion.

Mom has short black and shiny hair, a pair of thick eyebrows, a pair of bright eyes, shallow wrinkles on her face, but she is smiling every day, with a small and delicate nose and a big mouth.

The mother-in-law thought, walked into the room, and sighed. On her thin forehead, wrinkles were clustered into knots. Her lower lip pressed tightly over her shriveled upper lip, suffocating as she held back the anger that rushed out of her heart. The sunken eyes were covered with a vague cloud. She had a few sparse white hairs standing on top of her head and a wig bun on the back of her head. Her back had bent forward. Her two little feet staggered a little. She seemed to be sixty or seventy years old, but in reality she only lived fifty-four years.

He looked at me a little confused, but still sat down obediently, and when I turned around occasionally, I saw him dressed in precious snow-white satin, sitting in the greasy little kitchen, and wearing his hair like a child, looking at my busy back with a smile on his face, and there was an indescribable tenderness and warmth in my heart, as if I had been waiting for this moment all my life.

The door creaked open, revealing a face first. The white is pink, there is no half of the beard, it is full of wrinkles, and one move at a time, just like a pig's belly that has not changed its color and has dried up.

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