"Fat Langjun's name is chic?"

A soft voice beside him pulled Mao Zhenhuang's stunned mind back.

"Ha ~ when my father was alive, there was no culture, I thought that 'yellow' was the color of the king, noble, and I expected that I could be as noble as this color when I became an adult, and when I grew up, I also found that this name was inappropriate, but my father died, and it was not changed, which is considered a filial piety. ”

Mao Zhenhuang glanced at the person who got into his arms at some point, and the fat paw climbed up to his waist along Rouyi, and he opened his mouth to talk nonsense.

If you came in just now and found that this place was not good and wanted to run away, but after seeing the bald head named Hui An, his panicked heart suddenly became a burst of Da'an.

"Then it seems that Fat Langjun is also a person of filial piety. ”

Between the words, the nephrite jade Wen Xiang writhed under Mao Zhenhuang's evil fat claws.

And it's okay if this doesn't twist, Mao Zhenhuang's paw drilled into it along the light yarn, and suddenly felt a slippery feeling of "tofu" in his hand.

Wang Daoning is honest and does not deceive people!

But at this time, Mao Zhenhuang, who was proud of the spring breeze, just didn't know if Wang Daoning's goods had come to this young Tiansi.

But whether he has been here or not, at least he knows that he has definitely eaten tofu in his life.

"By the way, what's the name of the fairy?"

Mao Zhenhuang, who was at ease, was looking at the pitiful person in his arms at this time, his eyes were full of stars, and he was drinking freely.

"The slave's name is light!"

The beauty is drunk, and the face is drunk.

"Light clothes are not colorful, and the wind is not cool.

When did the dog days pass, Xu Nong wore red and pink makeup.

Is it taken from this song of the Qing merchants?"

The skin is like clotted fat, it can be broken by blowing, it is smooth like silk, and the reed is flexible.

"I didn't expect Fat Langjun to look like a rough man, but he still has such knowledge?"

The woman named Qingyi listened to the poems spoken by the fat man, her eyes lit up, and she seemed to feel a little lost.

"Haha~~~ Drink and drink, drink a lot. ”

After a loud laugh, Mao Zhenhuang had already eaten another cup.

Shaotiansi's ethereal sect is not fixed in the mountain gate, but it is rare to meet once in a lifetime, Mao Zhenhuang decided to make a good wave here, and went down the mountain early tomorrow morning to meet Wang Daoning's goods, so that he could brag about what "tofu" is.

The wine is good, and likewise, strong!

Mao Zhenhuang, who does not fall down in three cylinders on weekdays, has a small jade pot in his belly, and he feels that everything in front of him is beginning to ghost.

I only heard a question of "going upstairs" in my ears, and when I eased up a little consciousness, I felt that I was already lying on the warm jade couch.

Light Luo small fan white orchid, slender waist jade with through the veil.

It is suspected that the fairy came down to earth, and her eyes smiled lightly.

In the drunken Mao Zhenhuang's eyes, where do you still remember the purpose of this trip, Zhai Lao Liu's big bald head has been replaced by the immortal in front of him.

The beauty takes off the skirt, unembroidered hakama, the cheeks are like flowers, and the waist is like a bundle.

The affection is tactful, and the eyes are downturned.....

In the red dust curtain tent, only candlelight is left at this time, Jiao panting slightly, the shadow is like a delicate flower shining on the water, and swaying gently like a weak willow supporting the wind.

.........

(Actually, I feel that you are too little to write 30,000 words here, so make up for it yourself, don't write it.) ）

Following!

Mao Zhenhuang's squinted eyes glanced at a gap, and swept into the jade collapse of the red dust veil, and the ball-sized brain was a little empty.

Last night, the beautiful man was still warm and jade, and only he was lying on top of it and humming in the battlefield after the mess.

When he got up, he found that he was sleepy and tired, and his headache was about to explode, if it weren't for the experience last night, Mao Zhenhuang thought that he was jumping with an immortal.

Walked to the table and poured himself a glass of water, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it and found that it was wine, Mao Zhenhuang frowned and raised the glass of wine in his hand on the ground, turned his head and picked up his wine gourd and took several big sips.

Shaotiansi's wine he didn't dare to drink, the wine was a good wine, but it was really strong, and he was a character who often soaked in the wine vat, and he was a little panicked.

After relieving his mind for a moment, Mao Zhenhuang touched his body, and as expected, the only twenty or so Xuanyang Crystals were gone, but the pile of Huayang Tianzong's yellow talismans in his pocket was not missing, even the war knife with a curled blade was also there.

Shao Tiansi is indeed like the world's wind commentary, don't want to take out the Xuanjing that you bring here, but if you have a principle, you won't touch anything else on the monk's body.

"What a young celestial!"

Mao Zhenhuang, who was still smiling just now, said with a self-talk, and his expression was as cold as the winter moon frost in an instant.

I didn't lose anything, but I lost my yang essence!

Yang essence is divided into innate and acquired treasures, and the acquired treasures originate from the subtle incarnation of the water valley, the main birth, reproduction, and reproduction, and the innate treasures are subject to the parents, and there is no opportunity to increase, and the main longevity.

And it has another name.

Fetal light!

The soul of the fetus in the three souls and seven spirits.

Last night, not only did he Mao Zhenhuang not keep the acquired treasure, but he also did not keep this innate treasure, and the sleepiness from the soul when he got up today was not a manifestation of the transition at all, but the fetal light soul was extracted from a part of the innate treasure, and the sequelae of the loss of Yuanshou were lost.

If there is no one who has some research on this Dao, even after the toss last night, he will not know how many years of Yang Shou he has lost.

After getting up and taking a breath, after walking all over the body of the Huanghuang Zhengfa of the Silent Movement Guanlou Sect, Mao Zhenhuang smiled bitterly when he opened his eyes.

It's a big loss!

It has been three years since he stepped into the seventh life pass, and the aura in the dantian sea of knowledge has almost broken through the heavenly pass, if it weren't for the waves last night, he estimated that he would have successfully stepped into the eighth life pass in two months.

At this time, it is possible to add two or three months to this time limit.

But the only thing that made Mao Zhenhuang laugh in his bitterness was that the other party's heart didn't seem to be ruthless, but he just smoked a little bit on his innate treasure without a trace, and he would only have a year's longevity if he died.

If the other party is a femme fatale, then he may not even be able to see the sun today, and he has become a dried corpse last night.

If Wang Daoning knew that Shaotiansi was such a place, would he still think about the thighs that were more tender than tofu here.

And in Guanlou Sect, there is also a demon girl who does this.

Thinking of this, Mao Zhenhuang couldn't help but think of the name of the person who let him roll to the rotten land in the northwest of Liang Kingdom.

Together!

A name that makes him gnash his teeth with hatred.

"Are they in the same vein?"

Mao Zhenhuang, whose footsteps were still a little vain, pushed open the attic window, and after glancing at the courtyard below, he muttered.

Maybe because of his light words, no one gave him an answer.

"The wind is busy, and the piano is long. ”

"The palace merchant fell in the strings, and set aside a song of phoenix seeking the phoenix. ”

"This life is not in vain, it has to be hidden in your smile;

The slate bamboo dew is long, and the leaves of maple are frosty but chrysanthemum-colored;

The full stairs looked sideways, and last night's drizzle small building Guitang;

Raise my eyebrows, I'll try a new tone, sing softly, and suppress and raise ~~~"

"This life is not in vain, it has to be hidden in your smile;

The wind makes the clouds scattered, and a few leaves of frost and maple are dyed but chrysanthemum-colored slanting sun;

The stairs are full of incense, and last night the small building drizzled Guitang;

I tiptoe under the eaves, wandering in the poem, the leaves are green......"

Under the attic, there was a high-pitched duet in the drums and songs, the man's voice was majestic and clear, the melody was very rhythmic, and the woman's voice was sweet as honey, making people feel comfortable and relaxed.

You don't have to see them, but you can know that they are a pair of beautiful people when you listen to them.

Mao Zhenhuang couldn't help but glance at the courtyard terrace, and he didn't see the imaginary pair of beautiful people, only a man plucked the piano against a big red gauze tent.

Dressed in white, wearing hair, and stroking the piano, he exudes an unconventional temperament, and judging from his side face, the person seems to be worthy of his voice.

The smooth and fair face, the angular-sharp cold handsomeness, the dark and deep eyes, the glowing color, the straight nose, the red lips, and the dark eyes all show the heroic spirit of this person, and the pair of sword eyebrows seem to add half a cent of prestige to this face.

This is a man's face that makes Mao Zhenhuang jealous when he sees it.

However, the fat man stared at it for a while, but found that there seemed to be such a sense of depression hidden under this face.

And the drums in the red tent are tinkling, and there are more slender fairy dances, and from time to time there are two duets with the man, but they are nowhere to be seen.

"Fat Langjun, did you sleep sweetly yesterday?"

When Mao Zhenhuang looked at the dancing posture in the red tent below, a sultry word sounded silently in his ears.

"Yo! This is not a girl in light clothes, when I opened my eyes today, I didn't see the beauty, fat brother, I still have empty fish in my heart, I didn't expect to make a song, and I saw yesterday's Yiren. ”

Seeing that the other party was standing beside him at some point, Mao Zhenhuang opened his mouth and was poor.

"Want to scare the slaves?"

"Haha~~~ Of course!"

"That'..... Do you want the slave family to accompany you to the house to have some wine and let you think about it?"

Gu Pansheng's eyes are very expressive, and there is even more charm in the eyes staring at the fat man, which is really windy and sideburns, and the eyebrows and eyes are full of spring.

"Don't be in a hurry, it's not too late to listen to the chorus of the drums and pianos of the pair of people below in this place early in the morning. ”

When Mao Zhenhuang heard this, his heart instantly showed a cold color, and if he went on like this, his decades of longevity were taken away by such an understatement, and he couldn't bear it.

Not to mention anything else, if you fly the clouds and rain a few times like this, you may not even be able to build a foundation in this life.

"Fat Langjun, but it's almost dusk, where is the early morning?"

The light clothes grabbed Mao Zhenhuang's pair of fat pig trotters and was a coquettish.

"What, I slept all day?"

Mao Zhenhuang was a little stunned when he looked at the goblin in front of him.

(Code a ball: The duet is excerpted from "Shucheng", in which the sensitive word is replaced by pinyin.) ）