readx;“ If I knew this was the case, I might as well take a break, I haven't finished my bowl of Yangchun noodles yet. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" Xiao Fei said with a dissatisfied face.

He always cared about things that were unexpected, as if the tragic scene in front of him had whetted his appetite, or maybe he didn't care about them at all.

"You, hey, if it hadn't been for the old man's departure that day, your boy would have been taken away by now. ”

"Damn, I admit it's my sin to be handsome, but taking me away shows that they're really sick in the head. Ye Wuxin's guy must have offended more people than me, so it is not my turn to die at all. ”

"You really don't want to be my apprentice?"

"I do. Would you like to be my son?"

The mad monk didn't want to talk anymore, and along the way, he had had enough of this chattering guy.

"I'll go see if this old man is dead. Xiao Fei said as he walked over.

Just as he was about to put his index finger under the nose of King Beijing to probe his breath, a pair of eyes that were not fierce suddenly opened on his pale face.

"Ahh

Then, the mad monk covered his ears with his hands for a quarter of an hour, because in the next quarter of an hour, Xiao Fei's shouts and curses echoed throughout the huge, lifeless Beijing Palace.

"Rest, young man. The mad monk asked tentatively, like a suggestion, but more like a request.

He thought he was crazy enough, but he didn't expect that it was really the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves, and he was ready to be killed by Xiao Fei.

Xiao Fei jumped up and down on the roof, like a frightened hen, and then sat down on the roof, a little tired, rest for a while, see if I don't bring your scolding back to life, Xiao Fei said angrily.

Dare to scare you Grandpa Xiao, I really don't want to die.

"If the prince still has unfinished business, the old man can do it for him. ”

King Beijing glanced down with an extremely faint gaze, trying to say something, but his breath was weak and he couldn't do anything.

The mad monk had already understood, and walked over and took off the deer-shaped jade pendant from the waist of King Beijing.

The crystal clear jade pendant shimmers in the morning light, and the ingenious carving gives it a priceless value, but that's not the point.

Lu Pei, the symbol of the palace of the king of Beijing, with it, you can mobilize all the troops under the jurisdiction of the king of Beijing! As long as Lu Pei is still there, the power of the king of Beijing will not be completely erased.

The White Eagle and the Iron-Blooded Thirteen Eagle forgot to take it, a blessing in misfortune!

"Old man, are you really crazy, you even steal the dead man's clothes?"

The mad monk pretended not to hear, leaned over and asked softly, "To Gongzi or Ye Wuxin?"

"Ye Wuxin!" Then King Beijing's slightly beautiful face was forever frozen in this late autumn season.

King Beijing knew very well in his heart that this jade pendant would play a greater role in Ye Wuxin's hands than in Qian Buque's hands.

"Amitabha!" the mad monk meditated on the spot and chanted sutras excessively.

"Damn! If you are really a monk and really see through the red dust, you won't react when your father dies, fake monk!" Xiao Fei muttered, if it weren't for the fact that it was safer to be with this crazy monk, he would have flown into the world of flowers and flowers.

Xiao Fei hadn't touched a woman for a while.

Xiao Fei's thoughts are very simple, he has lost no trace, and it is true that no one will come to chase and kill him again, but at the same time, they have no one to rely on to scare people. He suddenly remembered the eyes of Qiu Wuxian before he died, and a sense of guilt arose.

By the time everything was put in order, it was time for the day.

"You like to work so much, you shouldn't be a monk. ”

"So what should I do?"

"You can dress up as a woman, you can work every day, and you can make money, and the key is that it's quite cool. Xiao Fei's face was filled with this great surprise, as if he had discovered a treasure.

"Who are we burying this guy?"

"King Beijing, no, it should be Ouyang Qian's mistake. ”

"The name sounds good, but is he very good?"

"I don't know, after being pierced in the chest, I can still hold out until dawn!"

"Is he human?" the expression on Xiao Fei's face changed to surprise.

"It should be!"

"Should?"

"According to rumors, the people who were chosen by Lethe are born with an ability beyond ordinary people, and it is estimated that this is the ability of King Beijing!"

Xiao Fei didn't speak, he suddenly fell into deep thought.

"If the people in Lethe are so powerful, then what is his father's special ability?"

"I seem to be the chosen one, so what is my ability?"

It's just that Xiao Fei didn't say these two questions, so he inadvertently gave the crazy old man a rare quiet moment.

"Thank you, Buddha. The crazy old man thought silently in his heart.

"I'm hungry!" Xiao Fei said, touching his stomach.

"Didn't you just eat?"

I only ate three bites of that bowl of Yangchun noodles. ”

"No money!"

"You're so poor, you still want to accept me as an apprentice, you're stupid to be a vegetarian!"

"Lao Wei really has no money, but the money for two bowls of Yangchun noodles a day can still be turned into money. ”

"Two bowls, what are you kidding! I'm also the young master of the Qingyun Sect, this is too embarrassing. ”

"The Qingyun Sect is gone! After the First Battle of the Bamboo Forest, Gusu Murong has gathered martial arts people. "Surrounded Qingyun Mountain for seven days and seven nights, and the rest were scattered.

Your mother was taken captive, and her whereabouts are still unknown, as for the seven masters of the Qingyun faction, the eight kings have already taken refuge in the Murong family, and the current Qingyun faction no longer has the glory of yesterday.

Ay!

"Damn! Murong Feng, this bastard, I must let him taste my urine another day. Xiao Fei missed his elderly mother, and remembered the scene of Murong Feng peeing on Qiu Wuji's body, and his teeth clenched.

"Let's go, the old man will take you to find a treasure!" the mad monk suddenly said with a mysterious expression.

"Will it be dead?"

"Maybe, maybe not. ”

"Don't go. Eat first, this time I'm going to eat three bowls of Yangchun noodles!"

"What if I say the Traceless Sword?"

"Then you don't say it sooner, let's go, old bald donkey!"

"No, the timing is not right. ”

"You're fooling me again!"

"It's just that at this time, the old man also felt hungry. ”

"Didn't you just eat it?" As soon as he finished saying this, Xiao Fei suddenly quieted down. In a daze, he seemed to remember that he had just eaten his bowl of noodles.

"Alright, alright!" Xiao Fei walked forward with an impatient expression.

In the huge Los Angeles City, the young master of the Qingyun faction, a crazy monk, the two of them are hurriedly looking for their prey, a bowl of five cents, and a noodle restaurant with the cheapest Yangchun noodles.