It's too late to regret. **

Shen Long couldn't help but sigh again. People say that the more fame and fortune they have, the more afraid of death, but Shen Long has always thought that he has put life and death aside, and even regarded death as home. That's why he thought that no matter who came this time, he could face it calmly.

However, judging from the fact that no one has come to report the enemy's invasion for so long, the "drunken wind" is an uninvited guest. Shen Long couldn't help but feel uncertain.

He thought that maybe it was because of his youngest son's return that he was excited and worried. Either way, it was fatal to a samurai in a life-or-death situation.

However, while walking in the corridor facing a strong enemy, Shen Long thought of another thing: Far Eagle must not marry this NV.

Because she is from Fang Wailou. At this juncture, if loyalty can save life, the existence of this NV is the biggest disloyalty to the "drunken wind".

What's more, she must have seduced her with beauty because Yuanying was a descendant of Shen Jiabao.

Thinking is an amazing thing. Sometimes when you think about it for a while, it only takes a few seconds, and sometimes when you think about it, it disappears for an epoch.

Shen Long's deceased was like this, and he was reluctant to finish thinking about it day and night, but he had just taken five steps.

The yellow warbler-like voice of the dancer said in a low voice: "It turns out that you are actually the third young master of Shen Jiabao, why didn't you tell me before?"

Shen Long was stunned suddenly, but listened to Shen Yuanying's joy. However, what shocked Shen Long was the last two words.

After the dance dress finished speaking, Jiao called out in a coquettish voice: "Aozhuo ......"

Shen Long turned his head suddenly, and saw the little son who was looking at him talking, and staring at him in fear. Shen Long looked back at the road under his feet. He walked fast. I don't know what Làn has become outside.

However, that NV son actually called his youngest son "Ao Zhuo"?! Could it be that he has the same name and surname? No, no, the youngest son's surname is Shen, and his name is Yuanying, how can he be called "Ao Zhuo"?

A layer of sweat protruded from Shen Long's brain. But my heart suddenly looked like a dredged river, washing away all the sediment and stones.

Shen Long walked into the main hall. All the Shenjiabao people who came with me this time are here.

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The old man needs to think about it. Shen Long unconsciously smiled.

A delicate and melodious chirp sounded with Shen Long's appearance. The song came from a small, sharp-tailed multicolored bird named Little Melon.

Xiaogua squatted on Zhongli Po's shoulder.

Zhong Lipo was sitting at the entrance of the inn lobby, in a Taishi chair. With an infinitely kind and kind smile. From this, it can be seen that Xiaogua has just been pecked to death by Zhong Lipo's imagination in this still bright inn.

Xiaogua happily jumped and screamed at the unfamiliar Shen Long.

So Zhongli thought that if he only saw a stranger calling, it would be good to train this bird to be a mén bell.

But Zhong Lipo's smile quickly dissipated. It's not that he doesn't want to laugh, it's that he can't laugh at all. Because he saw Shen Long smiling. Smiling all the time.

Even when he saw twice as many "drunken wind" subordinates who were under control as all the people in Shenjiabao, he was still smiling. One hundred people.

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