When Long Zhen came, it was already past noon.

At that time, there were four people on the cliff, Fang Yin, Xiao Maitreya, Long Jiaojiao, and Xiao Xiami.

Three people are playing and one is pranayama.

There are stones on the cliff, and there are also muddy grounds, and the little shrimp is grabbing half of the jade seal, and it is printed on the mud at once.

Commanded by Heaven.

Commanded by Heaven.

Commanded by Heaven.

......

These four words, Xiao Xiaomi doesn't know, of course Long Jiaojiao knows.

Long Jiaojiao is teaching Xiao Shrimp to write, stroke by stroke, with a board and an eye, what is written is exactly -

Wooden heads.

Wooden heads.

Wooden heads.

......

Xiao Maitreya, with a golden jade dagger in his left hand and a rabbit bead in his right hand, sat there and seemed to hesitate, cutting, or carving.

The reason why there are only four people is because of Xiao Maitreya.

This place has been cordoned off.

This is called the two tigers fighting, there must be an injury, although Xiao Maitreya can't feel where the dragon really is, but he also knows that what Fang Yin said is not wrong.

A moment ago, he woke up in a fit of rage, and seemed to be about to break free from his chains, shake his head and tail and fly into the sky.

Every time Long Zhen returns, it must be so.

Laziness is bad, but also conscious, but also out of fear.

......

The coercion is getting heavier and heavier, silent and invisible, like substance, Fang Yinqiang pressed his heart, but the qi and blood floated and the cold hair was shocked, and the nerves were tense all the time-

The people have not yet arrived, the momentum is already like this, and it is really a match for that!

The courage was already cold, the anger was discouraged, Fang Yin was extremely depressed at that time, just because everyone else was in a bad mood-

It simply is. The feeling of sitting and waiting to die.

In everything, there is a benefit, there must be a disadvantage, Long Zhen is a real benchmark.

Beyond Him, you are God.

Unsurpassed, still mortal.

Equal, half-human and half-god.

An unattainable, supreme being. It's often discouraging. I feel unbearable, and even give up.

There is no first in the text, there is no second in the martial arts, and the current Fang Yin really understands the meaning of this sentence.

Let's not talk about it. What should come will always come. Fang Yin was not frightened.

Come!

Here it comes.

It was a straight line of snow-white. The blue sea seems to be split.

Straight and straight, snow-white and snow-white, I don't know how long it is. I don't know how wide it is, and the arc that connects the sea and the sky runs through it.

Ｔ!

Like a bow, shoot an arrow!

The arrow is too fast, the wind is not as fast as it, like lightning, extremely fast, it is very slow.

The comet sweeps the tail, and the plane pulls the line――――――――――――――――――――――――――――

This arrow, head-on, opposite, shot straight at Fang Yin!

Fang Yin only felt that his scalp was numb, between his eyebrows, at the place of the seal, jumping and jumping, suddenly jumping!

There seems to be something that will rush out!

That's a god, that's a soul, there was no howling sound when the Si people came, Fang Yin's soul has been taken away!

Hundreds of birds and phoenixes, dragons and eight wildernesses.

It's a snap of a finger.

It was Fang Yin, the first to see Long Zhen.

Xiao Maitreya, the second.

Before reaching the bottom of the cliff, he bounced up, stepped over one hundred and eighty feet, and landed on both feet.

There is no dust in the clothes.

The shoes are not wet at all.

There is no half-way qi disorder.

There is no mess in the hair.

Daoist Fang is, his heart is shocked!

Although I was prepared, it was still unexpected, and it was a god, and it was really a god!

In the words of Daoist Fang, that is, people practice swordsmanship diligently from their penance, fantasize about being the first in the world, and the master is as lonely as snow. Of course, this is not scientific, but let's just say that you are not scientific, no matter how unscientific, there must be a limit! There is no limit, only egg pain, every time Daoist Fang sees the dragon sect master, the egg hurts, the stomach hurts, it hurts more than the other, this is the third time, it hurts from the heart: "Daddy~~"

At this time, Long Jiaojiao and Xiao Shrimp saw the leader of Long Da at the same time: "Ah Da! Ah Da! Hug! Hug!" This is called accustomed to it, it is not strange to see it, and it is not strange that the little shrimp is not strange Long Jiaojiao is even more strange, and they both cheered at the moment, and flew forward together, one hung by the neck, the other hugged the thigh, the chicken pecked the rice like a fierce kiss, the dog grabbed the food and gnawed, the saliva stained his face, and the snot wiped his pants: "Daddy is back, Daddy is back, come on! Kiss again!"

At this moment, the overwhelming pressure dissipated in one fell swoop.

At this moment, calm returned to the well.

This is the fairy island, everyone is happy like a fairy, the gods are also mortals, the fairy island is magical-

When his feet hit the ground, the dragon is really a mortal person.

is a father.

is an elder.

If it was usual, Long Zhen would kiss Long Jiaojiao's pink-carved and fleshy little face, and pick up the chubby little shrimp and stroke his bald head.

But there are wooden heads.

For the Dragon Sect Master, the wooden head is not a newcomer, nor an acquaintance, but an outsider.

The dragon really didn't move.

glanced at Fang Yin.

This is the first look.

Fang Yin stood up.

That's when he stood up.

This is a matter of face, and there is no shame in dying: "Boy Fang Yin, I have seen the Dragon Sect Master." ”

"Oh, that's right!" Of course, it doesn't matter what Long Zhen does, of course it doesn't matter what Fang Yin says, just because there is another Long Jiaojiao: "Wooden head, I forgot to introduce you, this person is my father, of course, he is also surnamed Long, and his name is Long Zhen." ”

Fang Yin was speechless.

"Daddy, look, this is a wooden head, called, called Fang Yin, yes, it's new, I'm going to marry him!"

Long Zhen was speechless.

There is a saying called three sentences that do not leave the industry, Long Jiaojiao, is a woman who hates to marry, and wants to go crazy if she wants to marry: "Daddy, Daddy, you say that you say, is it good, is it good~~"

"Good!" Xiao Shrimp slapped his face: "Great!

Long Zhen smiled.

This is not the first time Fang Yin has seen Long Zhen smile.

He, still, looked at Fang Yin.

Meaning, Fang Yin understood, meaning is, really?

Fang Yin smiled helplessly.

At the same time, he lowered his head, which means that he is joking and does not have to be taken seriously.

"Okay, listen to you, what Jiaojiao says, Daddy will do it. Long Zhen closed his gaze back and smiled kindly: "Jiaojiao, don't make trouble, ha! haha!"

Long Jiaojiao is overjoyed!

Jiaojiao loves him, he loves Jiaojiao, A-Niang agrees, Daddy responds, hello, I'm good, everyone, this is called the best of both worlds!

Because of it, he was even more crazy, because of it, he lay on his back and went to itch him: "Little shrimp, little shrimp, let's come together! You scratch his stomach, I scratch his armpits, one, two, three!"

"Hah!ha!" This smile was like a Fang Daoist, and there was no joy in it.

Of course, dealing with Long Jiaojiao is also easy for the Dragon Sect Master, and it is even more familiar: "Jiaojiao, don't make trouble, Daddy is hungry, can you go cook for Daddy?"

"Okay!" That's a must, Long Jiaojiao is a filial girl: "I'll make it for Daddy, make a big pot of meat!"

"Okay!" The meal was over, and the little shrimp was also hungry: "Great!

At this time, Long Zhen took a look.

"Jiaojiao, let's go first, let's take a walk, take a little shrimp-" Laughing Maitreya understood, stepped forward to take one, and picked up one: "Daddy is tired, let him sit here first, rest his feet, talk for a while, and let the wooden head play with him." ”

It's good.

Long Jiaojiao has no doubt about him.

Xiao Xiaomi doesn't doubt that Long Jiaojiao has him, and Long Jiaojiao doesn't doubt him, so let the two of them sit down, chat, get to know each other, and cultivate their feelings.

Very good!

So, the happy little woman, the virtuous fiancée, took her eighth master and a little shrimp and went back to cook.

Don't eat seafood today, eat meat in a big pot today!

So I promised first, I was obedient, I agreed, I turned back, and then I said.

Long Zhen is by no means a reckless man, and cultivating to this step of Long Zhen can explain the insight of the heart, and the insight is like seeing the fire: "Fang Yin, do you still have something to say?"

Ben Xuan raised his eyebrows, raised his phoenix eyes, and his eyes were a little playful and a little playful: "How do you want to play?"

A large pot of meat.

Presumably a lot.

Can you still take a bite?

What about the full dead?

What about the starving ghosts?

Daoist Fang, with a brain teaser, thought of a hundred ideas in half a second, and said with a smile: "It's better to have a martial arts competition!" (to be continued......)