"There's someone who seems to be paying attention to you. He Guang Tongchen looked at Qu Qianzhen, poured himself a cup of tea, and said in a low voice.

"Who else is there besides the Hundred Mile Festival?" Huaxin half leaned on Heguang Tongchen's shoulder, and his slender fingers gently pinched his eyebrows, barely cheering up.

"The people of the city. Seeing that the painting was unresponsive, He Guang Tongchen said, "A son in a peach-colored robe." ”

The eyebrows moved, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a hint of playfulness, "Well, it turned out to be that beauty." Why, he's interested in me too?"

"You don't know him?"

"I don't know. Huaxin squinted, his eyes flickered, and he happened to be opposite Qu Qianqian's eyes, and he looked at it for a long time, and then Huaxin closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, and said with a smile, "It's probably a certain merry boy who fell under the skirt of the city's first beauty." ”

He Guang Tongchen handed the poured hot tea to Huaxin, who held the teacup to keep warm, and his frozen fingers regained some sensation slightly, but he still couldn't suppress the chill emanating from his bones.

"Monk, what kind of medicine did you give me just now, it seems to work, is there anything left? Give me another pill. ”

Painting heart looks flattering and light with dust, every time he takes the medicine he gave, painting heart can recover a little divine power, and now he is very convinced of his medical skills.

He Guang Tongchen lowered his head and looked at Huaxin, frowning, "I really regret letting you drink the medicine, but as soon as your body recovers a little, you want to toss, who do you want to deal with?"

Huaxin smiled and blinked, and said, "Sure enough, I can't hide anything from you." ”

Pointing to Qu Qianzhen, Huaxin continued to smile, "I want to tease that handsome little Langjun." ”

Although he knew that painting his heart was a joke, he didn't know why, but he suddenly felt a blockage in his heart, and said casually, "There is no medicine." ”

"Monk, you are talking again. Huaxin quickly reached into the cuffs of Heguang Tongchen, found a white jade bottle, and smiled slyly, "Then what is this?"

Without waiting for Heguang Tongchen to react, Huaxin poured out all the medicine in the jade bottle, and swallowed more than a dozen pills in one gulp, Heguang Tongchen was shocked, but Huaxin didn't give him a chance to speak, raised his hand and cast a forbidden spell, and then smiled in his ear, "In order to prevent you from doing my good things again, I can only wronged you for a while." ”

Seeing that Heguang Tongchen was staring at her with wide eyes, Huaxin thought that the monk was distressing his medicine, and grinned again, "I have a lot of fairy grass and lingzhi, if you lack anything in the future, just ask me, I have everything." ”

With the light and dust: "......"

Medicine is rare, but it is precisely because of its rarity that you can't take more. After the huge supplement, once the strength is not enough, it will be a huge loss. He Guang Tongchen was secretly anxious, but he didn't know how to solve the forbidden spell of the heart for a while.

The painting heart has no time to take care of the light and the dust, the light of the eyes swept over Dai Chun'er and Qu Qianqing, his mind was full of thoughts, and his smile was gentle, "I heard that the city is still martial, and the swordsmanship of the Wushuang Pavilion is even more extreme, I want to see a thing or two, I don't know if I can ask for advice?"

Nan Duli is also trying to explore the reality of the city, just because Dai Chun'er is a woman, if Qingcheng sends a man to fight, it is not very decent to win, but there is no woman in the city who can win against Dai Chun'er for a while, if he loses, he will lose face, and now the proposal of the painting heart is exactly what Nan Duli's mind wants, so he naturally wants to add fuel to the fire.

"The fairy aunt's proposal is very good, I heard that the sword dance will be held every year in the Wushuang Pavilion, and in recent years, the pure girl has been the leader every year, presumably it must be the swordsmanship outstanding dance, I don't know if I have the honor to feast my eyes?"

Nan Duli smiled warmly at Dai Chun'er, Dai Chun'er has always had no resistance to beautiful men, and immediately turned red, smiled charmingly, and said modestly, "The city lord has a good reputation, and the little girl is talented and dull in swordsmanship, but she is just a kung fu with fists and embroidered legs, and she is probably not the opponent of the fairy girl." ”

Everyone knows that this is a humble statement, Dai Chun'er ranks in the top ten of the Moon God List, and she is considered a first-class master wherever she stands, not to mention that Qingcheng is not good at martial arts, and there are only a few people present who can beat her.

Coincidentally, the painting heart is one of them.

Others give her face, but they won't give it.

"Naturally, you are not the opponent of this Immortal Gu. Seeing that everyone was stunned, he flicked his sleeves with a smile, stood up lazily, pointed at Qu Qianqing, and said with a smile, "This fairy aunt has always been neither light nor heavy, in case the beauty of this city lacks arms and legs and lifts it back, it will be troublesome, it is better to let this pretty gentleman fight on her behalf, this fairy aunt will be more or less pity for the beautiful man." ”

Looking at the painting heart and smiling Yan Yan, Dai Chun'er's slender nails in the cuffs were about to be broken, and the smile on her face was still gentle, although Dai Chun'er hated the painting heart, but she was envious of the painting heart, and envied her for daring to love and hate so clearly, no one would give face, no one's grievances would be accepted, and she would go straight and be happy.

What kind of place can raise her courage and courage like the world's only one?

She believes that if she insists on fighting, Huaxin will really beat her to the point of missing arms and legs, and immediately flattered and smiled, "Thanks to the mercy of Xiangu's subordinates, then there will be a battle for Lao Qianqian on behalf of Chun'er." ”

From obscurity to sudden becoming the eyes of everyone, Qu Qianqian looked at Huaxin, and then at Dai Chun'er, not understanding how the war between these two women burned on him.

Huaxin walked to the middle of the banquet hall and smiled at Qu Qianzhen, "Master Qianzhen, please give me a lot of advice!"

Before Qu Qianqian could react to this sudden change, he saw a red yarn thrown from his fingertips, wrapping around his waist like a spiritual snake. The heart of the painting was gently pulled, and in a moment, the song of the thousand eyes came to the front of the heart of the painting.

The fragrance was fragrant, and Huaxin raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect this man to be more fragrant than a woman. Seeing Huaxin coming over with a smile, Qu Qianqian was shocked, neither daring to do anything to her, nor daring to be taken lightly by her, and was in a dilemma for a while.

Nearly three inches, the heart of the painting suddenly turned his eyes, stretched out his fingers, straight towards Qu Qianzhen's veins to grab, in a hurry, Qu Qianqian immediately grabbed the hand of the heart of the painting, but the heart of the painting did not retreat but advanced, but held Qu Qianqian's hand, deliberately showing weakness, along with the strength of Qu Qianqian's panicked hand, the whole person fell on his shoulder, the posture was ambiguous and imaginative.

Seeing Huaxin grabbing his clothes and sniffing and sniffing, Qu Qianqian couldn't retreat, and couldn't push her, and there was nowhere to put his hands, so he had to whisper in Huaxin's ear, "The princess, please respect yourself." ”

Huaxin smiled lowly, pressed step by step, and asked, "How did you know me?"

"No one in the city knows the princess. Qu Qianqian only thought that he didn't know him, and immediately sloppy.

Huaxin's fingertips quickly brushed from Qu Qianzhen's palm, and found that his palm had a thick callus left by holding a sword for many years, indicating that this person was not bad at martial arts, but he was unwilling to fight with her, so he immediately lowered his eyebrows, lowered his voice and asked, "Tell me honestly, who are you?"

She smelled it right, there was indeed a strong evil aura on his body, the kind of blood that seemed to emanate from his bones, and no matter how strong the smell of fat powder was, it couldn't hide from the eyes and ears of the painting. And this kind of evil spirit, Huaxin has only seen in the black-clothed young man beside Shuyi.

They seem to ...... One out of the same door!

The painting heart is very sure that Qu Qianqian is not really a merry boy who hunts incense and hunts beauty, but a top master who kills decisively.

Seeing that the painting was unrelenting, Qu Qianqian fought and retreated, and explained in a low voice, "It's a friend but not an enemy." ”