Jiang Xiyan smiled dumbly, "You are very confident." ”

Xiao Banxian also laughed, "With my skin alone, there are few women in the world who can escape the palm of my hand." ”

Gonggong made a vomiting look, "This person has thick skin, it's really shameless." ”

Jiang Xiyan also laughed, "You bragging, you are demolishing the stage, and you are a neurotic." ”

The little half-fairy blew his beard and glared, but he couldn't do anything about the co-worker, so he had to say: "Let you be arrogant for three days." ”

Turning to Jiang Xiyan, "Xiyan, please send someone to carry the soil to my room." ”

Jiang Xiyan said: "Make people out of the soil?"

Xiao Banxian nodded, he didn't want to stay with that guy for a minute.

As soon as Wujian returned to the prison department, he told Banxian Yao about the situation, and Banxian Yao immediately went to find Banxian Renxin, who was setting up a banquet for Qian Duoduo to catch the wind, but he couldn't find the little Banxian, and now when he saw Banxian Yao coming in, he knew that there must be news of the little Banxian, so he immediately stepped aside and said with a little anger: "Where did your eldest brother go?"

Banxian Yao said: "It's Sister Jiang who is in a hurry, so she sent someone to invite the eldest brother over." ”

When the half-immortal Renxin heard that there was something wrong with the Jiang Mansion, his face softened a lot, "Then let him go." ”

Banxian Yao whispered, "Big brother said it would take three days. ”

Half-Immortal Renxin raised his voice, "What did you say?"

Ban Xian Yao stubbornly said: "Sister Jiang's affairs are more complicated, and it will take about three days to get things done. ”

Half Immortal Ren flicked his sleeves away in confidence, Half Immortal Yao stuck out his tongue, turned around and left, not wanting to stay for a moment.

After Banxian Yao came out, she said to Mo Liunian and Wuji: "Yes, my father is estimated to be annoying to see me in the next few days, let's go to Sister Jiang's house too." ”

Mo Liunian and Wujian naturally had no opinion, and after Banxian Yao said goodbye to Chu Xiaoran, he took Mo Liunian and Wujian to Jiang's Mansion overnight.

Jiang Xiyan directly allocated the courtyard where he lived to them, the Jiang Mansion was smaller than the Prison Chief, and as soon as they came, they filled the Jiang Mansion to the brim.

Mo Liunian approached the little half-immortal, looked at it for a long time and said, "Squeeze or not?"

At this time, the eyes of the two of them were very neat, and the co-worker smiled, "Why don't you two try it?"

Xiao Banxian directly kicked Gonggong and said, "Don't listen to his nonsense." "The little half-immortal threatened the co-workers before, and he had to say it himself to confess Mo Liunian, if the co-workers were full of nonsense, don't blame him for the ruthlessness of the little half-immortals.

Little Banxian turned to ask Banxian Yao: "Uncle is very angry?"

Banxian Yao nodded, "You can talk about it, leave such a big mess to him, if it weren't for his nephew, he probably has the heart to cripple you." ”

Xiao Banxian said: "I'll go back in three days." ”

"Actually, he doesn't want to go back at all." ”

The little half-immortal scolded: "What nonsense?"

Not to be outdone, the co-worker said, "You don't want to withdraw the formation at all. ”

Xiao Banxian was stunned, didn't he want to withdraw the formation? He couldn't say it clearly, after all, there were too many conflicts between reality and ideals, and he actually wanted to know what was sealed in his body, but he was afraid to know.

He was afraid that the power of the Heavenly Dragons would make him explode and die, but he felt sorry for the loss of those three Heavenly Dragons.

Just when the little half-immortal was stunned, Gonggong said: "Look at it, look at it, I'm not wrong." ”

Jiang Xiyan didn't know about this matter, so Banxian Yao told her briefly, Jiang Xiyan said, "Little Banxian, what your uncle said is good." ”

The little half-immortal didn't say anything, how could he not know that his uncle was really good for him.

The wind blew through the black rain clouds, rolling up billowing dust and bringing with it the smell of rain and tidal land. The moonlight dimmed, and the stars seemed to be getting dirtier; Billowing smoke and its shadow could be seen running along the edge of the avenue to somewhere behind. At this moment the whirlwind swirled, swept away the dead grass and feathers from the dust of the ground, and rose up into the sky; Wild thistles are mostly flying beside the black rain clouds, and they must be so frightened, but they cannot see anything but the light of lightning through the dusty earth.

The man pulled out a strand of cyan hair from his cuffs, which was attached to the most beautiful cyan in the world, like a rain falling among the jade, but on the ends, there was a gray and white, faint, but constantly expanding tendency.

Have we ever noticed how a tree grows old and dies? When a tree grows old, its roots become less and less able to hold in the soil, and its roots gradually erode and become bare on the ground, and at one point a strong wind blows and the tree falls down. In fact, our innate spirituality ages and dies in this way, and every child is born simple and spiritual, but why do they grow up to be dull, lifeless, and live like a machine? Because they are educated and raised to have ambition and purpose. And once life enters the future, it will wander away from the here and now, but the future is illusory, only the here and now is real and alive, and the here and now is the only soil for life and spirituality. When a person digs himself out of this soil, his spiritual life soon withers and dies.

Perhaps one day when his life came to an end, and he died in the deep sleep of a polar night, he really turned into an eternal floating island, and the thick dust on his back gradually deposited into rocks, and the seeds that came with the wind took root and sprouted on it, and grew into flowers and trees, which is really a happy thing to think.

The day was slowly approaching, and the surrounding area was even colder. The fog rolled around on the ground like a cloud of cloudy smoke. The grass is wet, and the paths and low-lying places are filled with muddy water. The foul-smelling wind whined and moaned with the dampness, and blew listlessly all the way.

Slowly, the memory of the cold smoke and rain of the years, leisurely, penetrating the back of the hand, sprinkled with acacia, impregnating a city of barrenness. Whose years have been messed up by that splashing trill? In the mist and rain, whose love affair has been lost?

Spring, spring in the mountains. First of all, the snow on the slope of the rising sun is melting, slowly revealing the yellow-black ground, the snow moistens the soil, soaked in last year's hawthorn, and the grass roots that have been hibernated by the snow wake up and come back to life, and gradually stubbornly push away the old hawthorn rotten leaves, and grow hard. At the same time, the seeds of plants and trees that had been sown by the wind in the autumn of previous years were also wrapped in the soil, and they were planting roots and fighting for their lives.

The ground trembled violently, and the surrounding rocks fell one after another, and the astrolabe bloomed with ten thousand rays of light, illuminating the entire ghost royal family throughout. In the air, an unpleasant smell of blood came to the nostrils, and the strong smell almost made one think that one was immersed in a sea of blood.

The dynasty let go of his hand, and behind his hand, he lowered his eyes to look at the rare flower in the world in front of him, and smiled lightly, but the light in his eyes was still warm just now, but at the moment of laughter, all the temperature faded, clear as a cold pool, bright as an ice mirror.

Grandma Liang immediately stopped talking, the surrounding ladies sneered softly, Mrs. Liang loosened her tightly locked brows, and smiled shallowly like melting snow, Grandma Liang turned her head to look at Liu's gratefully, and the third grandmother also secretly raised her eyes to look at Minglan , but Mo Lan had a complicated expression, looked at everyone for a while, and looked out the window in a daze.

When Yang Ding was about to quietly withdraw his hand, Qin Yun moved. The bright moonlight illuminated the faint mist of grass smoke more and more thinly, and on the girl's face, it clearly reflected the bright color like peach blossoms. When Yang Ding was slightly stunned, Qin Yun had already sneered, buried his head between his arms and wrists, and no longer knew whether he was ashamed or angry. This girl never fell asleep!

The silly girl actually knew that she was blushing, so she twisted and moved over, and Cuiwei picked up Minglan one by one, and slowly walked outside, along the way, Cuiwei couldn't help but joke about Xiao Tao, Minglan was listening to the funny, and slightly relieved some of the boredom in her heart.

Cang Ji seemed to have learned something, so she lay back on the couch and laughed alone. He turned to look at Jinglin again, only to feel that the young man seemed to be caged in light, becoming both within reach and out of reach. Even if such a Jinglin demeanor and gaze were cold, it made Cang Ji still feel that his heart was soft.

She was ashamed and annoyed, holding her spring palace figure and standing on the side, holding her forehead, she fell into the couch. The girl was buried in the mattress, pressing her picture book, her face was connected to her neck, and it was already red. With the wild laughter outside, she only felt that she had never been so embarrassed in her life.

After Feng Xia lay down, she opened her eyes and looked at Youqing who was asleep for a while, and secretly smiled before closing her eyes. Youqing rolled over and rested his hand on Feng Xia's mouth, as if he had slapped his sister. Feng Xia fell asleep like a kitten, obedient and quiet, motionless.

He smiled slightly, his white face was as soft as ice and snow, soft as a clear lotus, and his slightly cool fingers touched the messy hair in front of his forehead, gentle as before, which made people can't help but feel attached to it, and then wondered if it was my hallucination that he scolded me so much yesterday.

At this look, Ning Buyin was used to seeing Gu Yanyan's true face, but it was okay, but Xiao'er was stunned for a moment, her eyes fell on the beautiful melon seed face with skin like snow, bright eyes like stars, and unparalleled beauty, and she paused for a second or two before coming back to her senses, and said with a smile: "I know why you want to change your face now, if you use this face to walk outside, it is really unsafe." “

After a moment of silence, the two glanced at each other, and laughed out loud, He Hongwen's handsome eyes burst out like a spring lakeside, and the people who watched it were warm, and he sighed heavily: "It's not easy to be a doctor." “

Yang Ding muttered to himself in a low voice, smiled lowly, and the sourness rolled up again, coming and going, all of them were the pale Biluo, shadow-like snuggling behind Murong Chong, intertwining her ten fingers with Brother Chong, and toasting him with a glass of loveless wine.

After Jiang Ruoshui finished speaking, he glanced at Xia Xiyan quite meaningfully, and Xia Xiyan immediately responded with a bright smile. Tacit understanding is the best state when competing, understanding each other, and more importantly, understanding each other.

Cong Rong felt furious when he saw him smiling, obviously he was still as warm as jade, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were so gentle, and his face was lazy and leisurely, but there was a bright calculation in his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.