"Hey!"

Nangong Yuyu sighed and was silent, she didn't know that she was worried about herself, but only she knew her own situation, and there were only two options for herself at this moment, one was to scatter her strength, and naturally there would be no backlash of anger, and the other was to break through the Snow Dance Flying Realm of the "Flowing Cloud Sword Codex" to reach the highest cloudy and misty realm, and the power of backlash would be self-defeating.

For so many years, there has never been an opportunity to break through to that realm, how can it be said that a breakthrough will be a breakthrough.

If she wanted Nangong Yuyu to dissipate all her strength, how could she be willing? The truth of the year has not yet been revealed, and revenge is even more far away.

Nangong Yuyu sat down slowly, formed a five-heart Chaoyuan style, closed his eyes and cultivated.

Suddenly, Nangong Yuyu spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his face was as pale as paper.

"Hey!"

Nangong Yuyu let out a long sigh, bitter in her heart.

A touch of firmness flashed on Nangong Yuyu's face, if she was made a waste, at this moment, it would be worse than death.

She has too much attachment, too much to let go.

Nangong Yuyu changed the seal with both hands, she wanted to break through and break through, if she failed, for her who was always suffering from backlash, it could also be that the meridians were broken and died, and the best ending was to become a waste.

She seemed relaxed at the moment, but she forced herself into a life-and-death dilemma.

At this time, Zhuge Chunqiu looked at a love letter in his hand and frowned, he thought it was to deal with some daily affairs of Xingchen Pavilion, but he didn't expect a love letter to stump him.

This is the secret report from the Star Gate, and as a white horse, he is the only one to deal with at this moment.

"Sijun doesn't see flowers all over the building, and Feihua waits for red makeup month by month. Once the sword is proud, the person who is not dead will die first. ”

Looking at this inexplicable information Zhuge Chunqiu had a headache, it was just a love letter from an infatuated woman, how could it be sent to his own hands, looking at the meaning, it was more like hating because of love, strange, really strange.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhuge Chunqiu put it aside and went to deal with other matters first.

After processing the information on the table, Zhuge Chunqiu stood up and stretched, and looked at the love letter that he didn't understand.

Mother, they will really be embarrassed, this information is not simple and clear, it is made into a love letter to the girl's family, or in the form of a letterhead.

Puzzled, Zhuge Chunqiu had to stand up and prepare to ask Dongfang Yiren.

But he didn't know. Nangong Yuyu has been in charge of Xingchen Pavilion for so many years, and there are not a few admirers, so many people use this kind of letterhead to convey their love to her.

At the beginning, Nangong Yuyu was annoyed, and among them, there were even people who wrote to Dongfang Yiren, and gradually, Nangong Yuyu found that this was a good way to transmit information, so he acquiesced. Over time, even people with hearts are numb, and who will always pay too much attention to some love letters expressing love and so on.

This is also why Xingwei's intelligence dares to contact Nangong Yuyu so openly and brightly.

Holding the letterhead in his hand, Zhuge Chunqiu frowned and walked towards Nangong Yuyu's residence, and saw Yiren meditating in the courtyard with his eyes closed from a distance.

"Brother Chunqiu, you're here!"

Dongfang Yiren heard the footsteps, opened his eyes, and saw that it was Zhuge Chunqiu, and said with a smile.

"This love letter is for you!"

Zhuge Chunqiu took out the letterhead with the love poem from his arms and handed it to Dongfang Yiren, looking depressed.

"Brother Chunqiu, I shouldn't be able to watch it!"

Dongfang Yiren looked at Zhuge Chunqiu with a smile on his face.

"Why, do you think I'm the kind of person who is bored enough to read other people's love letters!"

Zhuge Chunqiu explained with a smile, anyone can hear that his confidence is insufficient.

"Then I won't look at it!"

Dongfang Yiren casually threw aside the letterhead that had not yet had time to open.

"Why don't you look at it?"

Zhuge Chunqiu looked at Dongfang Yiren with a puzzled expression, not knowing why she came here.

"It's just a love poem, and the love poems I have received over the years can be compiled into many large poetry collections!"

Dongfang Yiren looked at Zhuge Chunqiu with a depressed face.

"Then you can't litter, it's still shy to be picked up!"

Zhuge Chunqiu looked at Dongfang Yiren with a serious face...

"Did you read it, right!Brother Chunqiu, I knew you saw it!"

Dongfang Yiren suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhuge Chunqiudao.

"No, no! I'm a big man, how can I read girls' love letters!"

Zhuge Chunqiu hurriedly opened his mouth to argue.

"I can't say for sure! I can't say it's for you, it's more likely to be for you!"

Dongfang Yiren looked at Zhuge Chunqiu Dao with a mysterious face.

"I've seen it all, and it can't be..."

Zhuge Chunqiu looked at Dongfang Yiren with an embarrassed expression, but she used the agitation method to make himself tricked.

Seeing Dongfang Yiren look like this, Zhuge Chunqiu was very embarrassed, and he was caught peeking at other people's letterheads, which made him feel like he had been caught and raped at home.

"Brother Chunqiu!"

Dongfang Yiren looked at Zhuge Chunqiu with a smile on his face.

"Ahem! That! I thought it was Star Pavilion intelligence!"

Zhuge Chunqiu explained with a red face.

"Oh, can Brother Chunqiu tell Yiren what is inside?"

Dongfang Yiren looked at Zhuge Chunqiu with a smile on his face.

"Ahem! It's not there! See for yourself!"

Zhuge Chunqiu coughed embarrassedly, pointed to the letterhead on the ground and said softly.

"I never take back what I threw out according to the people!"

Dongfang Yiren winked at Zhuge Chunqiu and said with a smile.

Zhuge Chunqiu gritted his teeth, bent down to pick up the letterhead, handed it to Yiren, and asked him to say it, he really couldn't speak.

How do you know that according to the person's direct exercise, the letterhead turned into confetti when it landed, flying all over the sky.

"You!"

Seeing this scene, Zhuge Chunqiu's eyes widened, glaring angrily at Dongfang Yiren, and he didn't say anything after all.

"If Sister Xin'er had asked for it, you would have already complied with it, right?"

Dongfang Yiren looked at Zhuge Chunqiu with red eyes.

"This!"

Zhuge Chunqiu was silent, she didn't know why she was suddenly so abnormal today.

According to the people's hearts, how can they not be miserable, just want Zhuge Chunqiu to read the love poem to himself, but he was unexpectedly refused.

"Say something!"

Dongfang simply let go and looked at Zhuge Chunqiudao.

"Yes!

Zhuge Chunqiu's mind was still blank at the moment, and he subconsciously said, wanting to explain, but he didn't know how to speak.

"You go!"

Dongfang Yiren raised his head suddenly, his face was flat, and his tone was cold.

"Sijun doesn't see flowers all over the building, and Feihua waits for red makeup month by month. Once the sword is proud, the person who is not dead will die first. ”

Zhuge Chunqiu silently recited a poem that made him inexplicable.

"This should be written to my mother, and the mother of the rivers and lakes will not let her eyebrows!"

Dongfang Yiren listened! His face turned red, and he said embarrassedly.