Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Cheng Ying, who is still young, although she doesn't know what kind of danger she is facing, but she also understands the importance of this silk scarf, she very sensibly handed the silk scarf to Lu Wushuang, "Shuang'er, this silk scarf is for you",

Cheng Yingqian's actions made He Yuanjun feel guilty, but she didn't stop it, people are selfish, any mother will leave the chance of survival to her own daughter in the face of danger, and she is no exception.

Lu Zhanyuan's face was cloudy, and then as if he had made some kind of decision, he picked up the silk scarf and tore it hard, the silk scarf was divided into two halves and handed to Zai Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang respectively.

"Xianggong, you ......"

He Yuanjun just wanted to stop it, but before she could speak, the silk scarf had been divided into two halves, and the wood had already been completed, and it was too late to regret it.

At this moment, there are two people lying on the roof, one big and one small, one young and one old, with the hidden moonlight, perfectly blending into the night, these two people are Jiang Feng and Wu Santong,

Since Jiang Feng cultivated the [Innate Skill], his ears and eyes were clear, and his eyesight had also improved greatly, and the dark night sky could no longer stop his gaze, and he also saw Lu Zhanyuan's appearance,

Lu Zhanyuan is black and vertical, his sword eyebrows are flying obliquely, his lips are thin, his edges are sharp, his body is slender, his skin is like wheat, his nose bridge is high, and his eyes are full of peach blossoms.

When he saw Lu Zhanyuan's appearance, Jiang Feng was quite jealous in his heart, and hummed...... The little white face, at a glance, you know that there is no connotation,

At this moment, a sound of footsteps came, Lu Zhanyuan was like a frightened bird, creepy, subconsciously picked up the sword, stared at the door with blazing eyes, and saw her husband's vigilant appearance, He Yuanjun immediately took the two little girls into his arms,

As the footsteps came from far to near, Lu Zhanyuan clenched the hilt of the sword with his right hand, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, no matter how he tried to hide it, he couldn't hide the fear in his heart,

In just a few breaths, Lu Zhanyuan felt like a century long, and just when he was about to lose the panic in his heart and was about to rush forward desperately, three people walked out of the dark night, a middle-aged woman, with two teenagers,

Seeing the visitor, Lu Zhanyuan breathed a sigh of relief, the whole person seemed to be hollowed out, and his footsteps staggered twice.

"Godmother......"

He Yuanjun, who was behind him, let go of the two girls in his arms, ran over to greet him, and saluted respectfully, she knew this middle-aged woman, and the person who came was not Li Mochou, but Wu Santong's wife...... Wu Sanniang

Seeing Wu Sanniang appear, Jiang Feng on the roof glanced at Wu Santong with a cheap smile, hehe...... The scumbag abandoned his wife, and the original wife came to collect debts, and then there will definitely be a bloody tearing battle.

Wu Santong knew that he was at a loss, he shrunk his neck weakly, and the whole person was lying on the roof, not even daring to breathe.

He Yuanjun greeted him and asked respectfully, "Godmother, why did you come here?"

Wu Sanniang, who was nearly middle-aged, had a few wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and said with a far-fetched smile, "Yuanjun, has your godfather ever been here"?

He Yuanjun was confused, "Something happened to the godfather"?

Seeing that He Yuanjun's confused expression didn't seem to be fake, Wu Sanniang guessed in her heart that Wu Santong might not have come, and immediately smiled bitterly, "Your godfather ran away from home, I guessed that he might come to you, so I brought my two sons over."

After Wu Sanniang finished speaking, she looked curiously at the package on He Yuanjun's shoulder, "Yuanjun, you want to leave"?

He Yuanjun said sadly, "Godmother, we ......"

She was only halfway through her words, and suddenly, there was a gentle singing voice of a woman around, the voice was tactful and melodious, and the affection was lingering, at first glance it sounded like a yellow warbler out of the valley, crisp and pleasant, and then listened, it seemed to be a girl who was in love for the first time, and confessed to her lover with a singing voice,

"Ask what is the love in the world, and teach life and death to promise ......"

"Double flyers in the south and north of the world, the old wings have been cold and summer several times......"

"Happy and fun, parting is bitter, and there will be more crazy children ......"

"You should have a word, thousands of miles of stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and twilight snow, only a shadow to whom......"

As soon as the gentle song sounded, it was endless, with three points of clarity, three points of affection, and more sorrow,

Lu Zhanyuan, who was originally relieved, heard the singing, his heart sank suddenly, like falling into an ice cellar, cold and biting, even if it was a hot summer, he couldn't feel the slightest body temperature, and the beautiful voice listened to his ears, like a life-seeking rakshasa,

Lu Zhanyuan drew his sword out of the sheath, his arm trembled slightly, the green tendons on his forehead jumped slightly, nervous sweat crossed the corners of his eyes, and his eyes were sore, but he didn't realize it,

Li ...... Li Mochou is here", He Yuanjun was terrified, his whole heart rose to his throat, and he felt difficult to breathe, looking at the dark night sky around her, she seemed to see a nightmare's smile,

Wu Sanniang's expression was stunned, and then she said, "What are you talking about is the Chilian Fairy Li Mochou?"

"Well......", He Yuanjun replied absentmindedly, and hurriedly ran to Lu Zhanyuan's side and took the two girls into his arms, lest they would be hurt.

Wu Sanniang also drew her sword out of the sheath, patrolled around, and shouted loudly, "Li Mochou, you are a disaster for the rivers and lakes, you have done a lot of evil, everyone has to be punished, you have the ability to come out, compete with me openly, what kind of hero is hiding in the shadows"?

Jiang Feng on the roof couldn't believe his ears, what did I hear? I actually heard Wu Sanniang 'take the initiative to call out' Li Mochou? Should I appreciate her stupidity, or should I laugh at her ignorance?

Who is Li Mochou?

Li Mochou is a female devil who kills people without blinking,

In the Condor World, in terms of martial arts, she may not be able to enter the top ten, because there are many people who can defeat her.

The East Evil, the West Poison, the Southern Emperor, the Northern Beggar, the Old Naughty Zhou Botong......

The giant Guo Jing and the beggar gang leader Qiao Huang Rong ......

Gongsun Zhi of the Valley of Despair, Qiu Qianren of the Iron Palm Gang, and King of the Golden Wheel,

Even the three Mongolian heroes of the dragon set actors, Yin Kexi, Nemo Xing, and Xiao Xiangzi, martial arts are not under her,

But when it comes to being ruthless, all of them together can't compare to Li Mochou, especially her Ice Spirit Silver Needle, which makes people talk about tiger color.

Lu Zhanyuan swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, calmed down the fear in his heart, hardened his head, and shouted to the sky, "Li Mochou, since you are here, why hide your head and show your tail, the grievances between us will be decided here today",

"Lu Lang, I haven't seen you for many years, have you ever ...... Occasionally think of me",

A cold and gentle voice mixed with pure internal force came from all directions, and then a woman wearing a purple robe and holding a dust whisk appeared in the dark sky, with willow eyebrows and cherry mouth, apricot eyes and peach cheeks, white complexion, mature and gorgeous,

A pair of beautiful eyes are like two clear pools of water, shining with a hint of seductive intoxication, full and plump red lips open and close between touching people's hearts,

She fell straight down from the sky, her robe fluttered and undulated, the hair in her ears swayed gently, revealing her delicate curves under the cover of the night, and her slim posture was like a fairy dripping from the dust, cold and arrogant, noble, and sacrosanct.