"It's not too late, it's going to be dead now!" Daoist Fang burst into tears, and his sad eyes revealed a trace ......of despair: "It's all your fault! It's all your fault!"

"Okay, okay, don't cry, don't cry. Murong Gongzi smiled: "Put on your clothes and go home." ”

"Hey!" The matter has come to this, what can be done, Daoist Fang can only sigh, take the burden, and accept his fate.

The burden was opened, the snow silkworm robe was still there, the ink practice soft sword was there, the clothes, shoes and socks were all available, but I didn't expect there to be a stack of golden tickets: "Yo!"

Daoist Fang counted them, and there were more than one million taels in total: "Tut-tut, that's a lot of money!"

So far, Fangda local tyrants deserve their names and get rich overnight!

"This is what Yu Lao gave you in exchange, full pawn, a lot of points. Seeing that he was still in such a mood at this moment, Murong Gongzi couldn't help but laugh again: "Yu Lao is a good person, and it is rare to be honest." ”

The words have far-reaching meanings, but Daoist Fang can't think about it anymore, and he has nothing to say, so he will go.

After walking a few steps, he turned around and came back, and he couldn't help but be a little curious: "How did you know, how did you find me?"

Yes, this section of the river is relatively remote, the light is dark, and there are many plants and trees, how could Murong Gongzi be here by coincidence, and it would have been decided a long time ago?

Naturally, it is very simple to explain, just look at the fish.

When he really cares, Murong Gongzi is a person who is as careful as a hair, not to mention that Gongzi's eyesight is amazing.

"That's it, hehe!" Actually, this is not the point, this is just an excuse, an excuse: "That, Brother Murong, the younger brother is so disrespectful, that, cough cough!

If it's weird. Murong Gongzi didn't say a word, and smiled.

Look! This is a friend, a confidant! Daoist Fang was moved again, and suddenly turned his head and ran away like a wild donkey, not wanting him to see the tears in his eyes: "Farewell! Brother Murong!"

These words also have far-reaching meanings, and Murong Gongzi is pondering.

The man is gone, and the wind is whining.

Murong Gongzi stopped laughing, stood silent for a long time, and finally spoke: "Fanghua, you are here." ”

Not far from the riverbank. In the corner of the grove, a white dress is silent, and the veil is also half hidden and half visible.

The moonlight is alienated, and the stars are lonely.

This person is Miss Fanghua, and Miss Fanghua has already come. Daoist Fang was also very sharp-eyed. Of course, the return date is missed, and life and death are uncertain. But after Daoist Fang left, Murong Gongzi was by no means happy. It's not much better than him. The affair between Murong Gongzi and Miss Fanghua has been heard of by Daoist Fang Shi, involving the goddess of Wushan, and the relationship is chaotic. Everyone has their own troubles, even if it is a person like Murong Gongzi, even if Daoist Fang is not in a hurry to run home, he will quickly escape from this place of right and wrong, this is a wise choice.

Words are not falling. People are gone.

The heart has a sharp heart, and he knows what he means, and there is no need to communicate with each other in words, which has always been the case. Therefore, what Murong Gongzi said was a nonsense. is also in a helpless situation, you can't accompany her here all night, at this time, silence is better than sound, and it seems that it is neither graceful nor polite to leave first without saying hello. Standing stunned for a long time, sighing, Murong Gongzi also left, went back to the Dusk Rain Building and continued to be his ah-ah, and when he left, he spat into the river, and seemed to curse something in a low voice.

The always elegant Murong Gongzi also has times when he is not elegant, just like Murong Gongzi is not afraid of heaven and earth, but only afraid of one Luo Fanghua. To really say that there has never been a substantive relationship between two people, they have always kept their distance, and they are in love with Dafa, so they enjoy the sweet and painful torment, and maintain the freshness of love all the time. In fact, this is also very good, and it is also a kind of white-headed old age, the real ultimate beauty has always been flawed, if the two of them really live together, it may not be-

If you want Murong Gongzi to stay at home honestly and fight against you by raising your eyebrows and chanting poems, it is better to ask him to die!

Firewood, rice, oil and salt, laundry with a baby, it is also unimaginable for the Wushan Jade Girl, it must be better than death!

It is impossible for a cloud and a fish to be together.

Not to mention, but also to say that Fang Daoshi, or Fang Xiaohouye.

Run wild!

Murong Gongzi has always been drunk today, and when he wakes up, he doesn't know where he is, and he doesn't know who is around him. Fang Xiaohou is not so free and easy, even if he has the heart to learn from him, it is inevitable that he will be like a donkey and not a horse. also has a father, also in front of his son, it doesn't matter if Murong Gongzi goes home for two months or even a year and a half, Fang Xiaohou occasionally goes back a little late at night and doesn't know how to die, this is the gap in life, it is so, it is not okay to be unconvinced.

Like today.

The mind has long been clear, and it is extremely sober, including the body, and the Taoist priest at this time is a Taoist priest who is refreshed and comfortable all over the body. People who practice martial arts are naturally conscious, energetic and long-lasting, and the Taoist priest is like a piece of iron that has been burned red for a long time, purple, black, and soft, and has just "Zila!" A quenched iron with ice water, the whole inside and outside feels that it is called a cool! The wind blows on the body at night and is cooler than water, and a wild horse runs silently on the street, just wanting to scream and roar, but no, lest he wake up the lights of thousands of households, and sleep peacefully one by one.

Nothing to say all the way.

There are gains and losses, and the taste is difficult to describe, and things in the world have always been like this.

Since then, things are unpredictable, and the turmoil has not settled.

"Someone's life! Death! 100,000 urgent! Hurry up!" "The house is the prince's mansion, and the lane is the nobleman's lane, but seeing that place is brightly lit and crowded, it is even more lively than the market in broad daylight: "This matter is true, why don't you listen! Don't listen, don't listen, the emperor is not in a hurry to die of a eunuch, I will wait for good intentions-" That's the case, Fang Xiaohou drowned, and many enthusiastic people came to report the funeral with good intentions, but as soon as the guards of the forbidden military palace stopped him alive and died, he was not allowed to enter: "Bold and fanatical! Take a step in vain, and kill him!"

There were hundreds of military guards, and everyone was like a great enemy, and there were thousands of people in the city who cried, shouted, jumped, and screamed, and everyone was in a state of excitement and gathering crowds to make trouble. It can also be seen that the old general Fang, or the old marquis of Fang, should be said to be the status of the Fang family in the minds of the people in the capital. Of course, the sergeant is not like ordinary people, and he is not gullible about chasing after the wind and shadows, but he is also deeply proud of the fact that everyone is moved in their hearts, the Fang family is loyal and martyred, and the good name of the eldest father has been recited for thousands of years!

"Zhang San, you are talking nonsense, my little marquis is strong in martial arts, how can he easily drown?" Of course, the sword rattling and Zhang Heng frowned coldly, yes, most of them are also familiar with the old household in their hometown: "Li Si, have you seen it too? You love to make trouble with you, and you are still carrying a wild duck-" That's the case, Zhang San witnessed the whole process of Fang Xiaohou Ye jumping off the building and surviving and committing suicide by throwing himself into the river, but Li Si also participated in the large-scale fishing operation that night without knowing it, so he unanimously agreed: "Really, really, I didn't say nonsense!" Pledge to prove it! quack quack quack......"

This is called the three of them becoming tigers, and all of them are shining, and after a lot of trouble, the soldiers present also muttered to themselves, and their hearts were furious.

Master Fang Xiaohou, it's indeed late to come back today.

If you live to see people, you have to see corpses when you die, if there is really an accident with the little marquis, I am afraid that no one present will be able to explain: "Ah――――――――――――――――――――――――"

Someone screamed!

Someone exclaimed, "Ghost!"

It was a white impermanence, with a cloak of hair, walking straight up, as if it was the appearance of the little marquis: "Damn! It's not—"

Whether it is a ghost or a haunted demon, Fang Xiaohou Ye finally came back: "There is a shadow! There is a shadow! A living ......"

With a straight face, carrying a sword, he looks very serious.

Not a word.

It's not pretending to be forced, it must be like this, no matter what, no matter what happens, no matter what happens, you can't delay Fang Xiaohou's precious time anymore, the only way to do this is to go home quickly and wait for the fate. The so-called name of the person, the shadow of the tree, the famous and increasingly loud Fang Xiaohou Ye came, all the people automatically and spontaneously could be said to involuntarily make way for him, but seeing his murderous face like sinking water, everyone felt a chill all over their bodies, and a chill in their hearts: "Fang Xiaohou Ye, you old man must take care of ......"

Only those who are close and attentive can find that the sound of heavy footsteps is tragic, as well as the melancholy eyes hidden under the messy long hair, which contains thousands of helplessness and endless desolation. This is definitely not a joke, anyway, it is also a knife to stretch out his head and shrink his head, in short, there is still a trace of luck in the heart of Fang Xiaohou and his old man, that is, his father is reluctant to beat his own only son to death, at most locked up and locked in a cage: "Not bad!"

Wu Zi thought wildly, and coldly grabbed the collar of his neck again: "Brother Fang, you are still alive!"

said that she was dressed as a man and a woman, clearly a girl, tall, straight-nosed and big-eyed, seven points beautiful and three points bold: "Hmm! Very good!"

Yuan Fang.

Brother Fang struggled twice, couldn't get out, and was sad for a while: "Let go, you let go of me, I want to go home......"

Saying this, Yuan Fang had already hugged him, held back his voice, and said arrogantly: "Brother Fang, let's go!"

"Drink well! Don't get drunk!" This is hugging, some people are coaxing, Sister Yuan Fang is also a well-known figure in the capital: "Let's go together, I'll have a treat, or Chaoyun Tower!"

At the moment, there was a thunderous roar of joy, and the chicken feathers fell to the ground: "Bang!" (to be continued......