After Song Qingyang was sure that Ling Die was not in danger in Nanxing's hands for the time being, he naturally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. After carefully and repeatedly scrutinizing every detail of the contact with Nanxing, Song Qingyang intuitively told himself that he should not go back to the Soul Eater Dog Senior immediately, this matter is in the dark, maybe it should be delayed for a while, maybe two people, no, all three of them need time to calm down and figure out what is going on.

The world is unpredictable, what should have been a small friction can cause such a chemical reaction, and the Soul Eater Dog senior, who should be high above the world, and the unfathomable Southern Star have such an entanglement, if it is not handled well, it will be a situation that will not die if you are not careful. Song Qingyang lowered his head and frowned, pacing slowly, thinking about what he should do in the game.

In the world, it is often easy to distinguish between right and wrong, but small things do not know good and evil. Song Qingyang sighed, thinking in his heart about what he should do if he was Nanxing, how to do this matter if he was a Soul Eater Dog senior, how to do this matter if he was a master, and finally, what should I do if I was Song Qingyang himself.

Xiao Huang Mao, who is familiar with Sister Li, surnamed Wang Guifang, was originally his Qing official father who wanted to make his rules and regulations square, where would he have thought that Huang Mao was out of control after tasting the taste of women, not only that, but also intensified, all kinds of dirty methods that were unsightly emerged one after another, and they harmed I don't know how many yellow flower girls, but they were concealed and the lights were dark, and Wang Guifang knew how to observe words and colors。

Ever since Wang Guifang saw the little fox demon Ling Die, his lust has skyrocketed. How can there be such a pure and seductive woman in the world? Don't look at Wang Guifang's appearance of a gangster, with yellow hair and flower arms, full of ruffianism, but she is really from a scholarly family, and the three generations are intellectuals in the eyes of ordinary people.

Wang Guifang sat on a pear blossom wood Taishi chair in the study, splashed ink, a few strokes, a slender beauty jumped on the rice paper, and took a closer look, there was a six-point charm of the little fox demon Lingdie, this is just a few glances at the Lingdie in the monitoring, although it is not as good as Song Qingyang's handful of wonderful pen Danshu, compared to ordinary pictures, but it is much more clever.

"Dark clouds and hair, apricot face and peach cheeks, plum Ruochun Mountain light snow, eyes like autumn waves. Wang Guifang changed a small seal with a fly's head, please dip it in ink, and write an inscription in the blank space, and then closed his eyes, looking intoxicated, as if he had seen the flawless delicate body of the little demon fox Meiyu, and his mouth had climbed up to the lips of the butterfly with broken jade.

"What the hell, how can this kind of beauty be cheap for that dog man!" Thinking of Lingdie holding Xiao Hei's hand in the video, and maintaining Xiao Hei's appearance, Wang Guifang couldn't help but feel an inexplicable jealousy and anger in his heart, and crumpled the painting he had just finished in front of him into a ball and threw it into the trash. Wang Guifang prefers to hate three kinds of people the most in his life, one is a poor person who has no money, the second is an ugly woman who doesn't understand amorous feelings, and the third and most hated is the little white face who eats soft rice.

"God bless, this vote, I want to do a big one!" Wang Guifang looked pious, folded his palms, and bowed his head. In the middle of this study, there is a gilded statue of God, the statue is different from all the Taoist immortal legends in the Heavenly Dynasty, the statue has four eyes, one opens and three closes, the only eye that opens is extremely large, the other three eyes of the nose and mouth are all squeezed to the side, there are two eyeballs in the eyes, one looks at the sky and one faces the ground, one black and one white.

The statue is extremely ugly, but the body is dressed in brocade, pearls and agate are connected, layers of their wrists and ankles, and the copper coins of I don't know what age are linked by gold wire, forming a robe obliquely draped over its shoulders.

After Wang Guifang prayed, he began to offer sacrifices, but it was a stack of Heavenly Dynasty coins, which was unbearable.

What is surprising is that the Celestial Empire coin spontaneously combusted without fire, emitting a faint blue flame, and soon there was not even a trace of ash left, and the eyes of the god seemed to show compassion, and a copper coin fell to the ground with a click, dripping and turning.

Wang Guifang was not afraid at all, but was overjoyed, like this kind of thing often happens, and sighed lightly, God help me, God bless.

Around the gods, the portraits of the girls who were plagued by the royal rules were swaying without wind, and they were very infiltrating.

Wang Guifang didn't care about this, but he was full of joy, and he didn't see a painting with scarlet tears, but he said, there is another collection of collectibles.

Above the clouds, a fairy wind dao bone master, holding a green jade black and white dust, stepping on a handkerchief with four wings and three legs of a handsome bird, the wind is extremely fast.

It is the master of Jin Xia Qi Jin Mu Feng, and the master of the wind is also here.

Master Feng Shang has been accustomed to joy and sorrow are not visible, but this time, even a child who is not familiar with the world can see that Master Feng Shang's face is unhappy, from receiving the sect's distress signal, Master Feng Shang excluded his junior sister to go to the rescue, but he never expected that he had never stepped out of the sect within a radius of 100 miles. The soul lamp of Jin Mu Mountain has been extinguished, and the soul lamp of Jin Mu Feng and Jin Xia Qi is also flickering and flickering, as if it will be extinguished at any time.

The master of the wind is resolute and resolute, is his name useless or does the immortal cultivation world feel that he can't lift the knife If he is a good disciple except for an accident, no matter who it is, keep it and let him be buried. Even if the Jinye Sect is not a big sect on the mountain, it is not something that anyone can bully.

The master of the wind brushes the dust with his right hand, and his left hand is unexpectedly, unexpectedly...... Really carried a kitchen knife.

It's just that this kitchen knife is not an ordinary Yamashita chopping kitchen knife.

At the same time, the mysterious monks who appeared on the battlefield have begun to gather in Lin Province, you know, the reason why the immortal cultivation world must not interfere with the rules of the worldly world at any time is not just the rules agreed upon by the bigwigs of the immortal cultivation world, among them, there are also the worldly countries' own immortal cultivation power to balance them, such as the Mo family and some Confucian monks, the more some monks who cultivate through the sky, the more they do not feel that they are the people who cultivate immortals on the mountain, but hide in the alleys and streets, the so-called small hidden in the mountains, and the big hidden in the city, it is this reason。

Song Qingyang paced slowly, came to the door of Xu Shaobai's house, stood for a long time, did not knock on the door, felt a depressing aura, and even the surrounding aura was a little chaotic.

After a long time, the atmosphere recovered, Song Qingyang hadn't knocked on the door yet, the door opened automatically, Xiao Hei stood at the door, not sad or unhappy, the atmosphere was solemn, like a tall stone statue, but the depths of his eyes seemed to be mixed with a trace of sadness and determination, Song Qingyang thought about it slightly, understood the joint, he stood at the door for a long time and never knocked on the door, the soul eater dog senior thought that he brought bad news.

"Come in. "Little Black's tone is impermanent, this is the most terrifying. From the initial anger to the later fear, and then the anxiety until now, it seems that all feelings are restrained, which shows that Xiao Hei has secretly made a decision that cannot be changed even if he dies.

Song Qingyang lowered his body slightly, entered the door, sorted out his thoughts, and told the news that I don't know if it was good or bad.

Hearing that the little fox demon Lingdie had nothing to do for the time being, Xiao Hei was obviously relieved.

Jin Xiaqi propped up his aching body to make a pot of tea, Song Qingyang quickly got up and took it, and said politely.

Sister Li sandwiched a piece of crispy and golden fish that Nanxing liked to eat most when she was a child into Nanxing's bowl.

After a heavy rain, is there another gale?

Nanxing looked at the colorful clouds in the sky and sighed, the weather was cool and more clothes, and the autumn wind swept away the dead leaves.