MTL - Young Man, You Are Too Young, Too Simple-Chapter 78

Haoyue was shocked and looked at it.

There were not many people doing the same movements with him. However, the red-black clothes corner at the corner of the stairs only stayed for a moment. When everyone was regretting, a beautiful young man walked down with a shallow smile on his face. Meaning, people are very useful.

"The leader has been waiting in the frost pond, please take steps."

The man wears a red gown, but there is no contradiction. The excellent five senses are set off just right. The martial arts people who know the gossip immediately recognize: "The son of the song!"

The gaze that suddenly fell on the man became more and more hot. There were so many news on the rivers and lakes. The people present were basically heard. Now I see the truth, and all the rumors of "the song of the son and the teacher are entangled in the world" Trusted a few points.

Only the back of the moon sat stiffly, and the hand on the corner of the table was tight and tight, and the line of sight was uncontrollably stuck in the direction of the stairs. It seemed that a hole was born.

If the song is in, then... is it Shuwang?

"Brother, let's go." The people in the building went to the backyard of Jiuxianglou one after another. The episode of Mu Qingfeng was inadvertently faded. He pressed his heart and went forward.

People who have thought about it for thousands of times in the past three years will face it now, and Haoyue is completely helpless. If it is true, what should he say? The things he has done clearly and clearly between them, the hatred of losing loved ones is equally indelible, so entangled after all, to restore the original relationship, there is no second way except for injury;

But what if he is fake? Things that have been attached to three years have become empty, and even the last thoughts have turned into vain. He didn't dare to think that the world has never had such a comfort.

The Yangko stood not far away and cast a sly smile on him, and then turned to the floor.

Haoyue’s heart hit and barely curbed the urge to catch up. On the Muqing Wind Road: “Go to the frost pool.”

Frost Pond, as its name suggests, has a large frosty flower on the side of the pool. It is especially interesting in the morning. It is usually rented and hosted by the princely prince. As long as it has the ability, it will not fall into the face.

Two black little waiters inspected the invitations in front of the path leading to the frost flower pool, and guided the visitors. They were all beautiful and graceful. They didn’t look at the two masters who practiced the martial arts, but they thought it was the little one. .

Entering the pavilion along the road, there is no hole in the sky, the venue inside is wide, the president is arranged on both sides of the guest seat, the pavilion is rolled up the gauze, and the angle of the frosty pool can be seen from any angle. More than a dozen small waiters dressed in the same way have brought the guests one by one to the seats in an orderly manner. The attitude is not humble, and the position of the arrangement has no objection. It can be seen that the Japanese and Japanese gods have a deep understanding of the rivers and lakes. Some of the qualified ones have more taboos.

In the end, Haoyue was still a court person. The banquet mainly relied on the name of Mujiapu, but what surprised him a little was that Xiao Shi, although graciously called a general, seemed to appear to him. Not surprisingly, the guided position still follows the position of Mujiapu on the rivers and lakes, and the surrounding is also a good or neutral martial art, and its mind is close and close.

When the seats are full, the small waiters are on time for the drinks and fruits, and the main talents of the banquet are late.

First appeared six beautiful women, red gauze black dress, graceful body, each supporting a golden disc, the toes point water, see a lot of rough and handsome can not open the eyes, then the son of the previous message Acura, the entrance to the pavilion, the six women immediately slid lightly through the guest, put a fine jade bottle on each seat, such as the flow of water, the end of the tray, slammed down.

"Teacher."

The hearts of the people concentrated on six people, and they were shocked. When they looked up, they saw that there was more than one person in the pavilion. They were wearing black robes, dark and sloppy inks, embroidered red lotus fires, and slammed the sinking points and then looked at people. It’s more amazing.

Not to mention how beautiful it is, only three points are cold and seven indifferent. When the sleeves are seated, a few red lotuses are burning, and the momentum is publicized. Of course, he has the capital of publicity, so that so many people with heads and faces can hardly notice the closeness. Its martial arts have been degraded, at least not easily offended.

Luo Shitu calmly glanced around and calmly said: "Get up."

The comfort of the people is not enough to enjoy! Since I opened up the Ren Duo two veins to learn the Chrysanthemum Baojian, the waist is not sour, the legs do not hurt, and I climbed to the top without taking a breath. The 20-point merit is still guaranteed. If the name is not so bold, it is better. It is.

Hey.

On the seat not far from the chairman, a porcelain cup was crumpled, and the person sitting stood up.

The movement was not small, and the people in the pavilion looked at him.

If Shu Wang is thin, that's it. On the same day, his appearance actually has a few points in front of him... He looks at the pair of scorpions without any sense of sensation, and the throat is dry. No words.

"General general, but what is wrong?" Acura looked at Luo Shutu, and asked the descendants to ask.

"...no." Haoyue said with difficulty, he wanted to look at a look that was even resentful, and he did not want the other person to treat him like a stranger. Moreover, the message was still a song. He didn't know what it was like to listen to Shuwang.

Luo Shutu decapitated, no longer paying attention to him, only said: "You are in front of Yuan Dan, this time a banquet, one for the teachers to make friends with each other, and the other is to help me to help my gods and gods." He paused Dun, said, "This is a sorrowful affair, and it is necessary to use medicinal herbs. Prajna is sinister but not inevitable. In the past, this religion has sent people into the valley. This is a seven-point grasp. After all, if the prajna flower is rare, this seat may be in advance, and a small thief will take it."

Who else is the thief? Naturally, when I listen to the prajna flower, my eyes are light, and Luo Shitu’s heart sighs. He wants to see it. This time, the big light is on the table, and the moon will be stupid to the wood breeze. He asked for a prajna flower.

In fact, Luo Shitu did not plan to see Haoyue too early. This temptation to determine how much to abuse the other party should have been reported in the past three years after the prajna bloom. The signs, he just took the plan ahead.

"You help me today, what is the danger of his day, this teaching is bound to help." Hui Yuandan this kind of good things can indeed buy people's hearts, but how can the magic be no longer alive and dead human bones, few old fritters are willing to risk their lives Promise this trip, Luo Shidu mixed a few years in the heart of Jianghu, clear the moment, said now.

The promise of a teacher is very weighty, plus the temptation to return to Yuandan, and the 70% grasp, many people look at each other and have a nod.

Yingge slightly smiled and smiled a little, and the pavilion outside the road, Nana went into a row of dance Ji: "You are coming to Jiuxianglou, I must be tired, and take a rest, reply before the night."

The next step is nothing more than a general routine. Luo Shitu has always been unwilling to cope with this. When everyone is drinking and drinking, he is obsessed with diplomacy. He is more assured than he is watching.

Since recalling the four guards of the four guards and a group of elite talents in the original class, in addition to practicing and going out to earn a reputation, there is basically no such thing as Luo Shitu. He walked slowly in the backyard, while counting what to eat at night.

Fifty-six, fifty-seven...

"Shu Wang!" Fifty-eight has not counted, someone called him behind him, and wants to grab his hand in the next second.

At the foot of Luo Zhe, there was a drift, and the reflexive body retreated a few meters. Suddenly, he saw the moon standing in the same place, and the extended hand had not recovered, and he looked at him slyly.

"General General, you and I are not as close to each other as the name." He was a bit sloppy on his face, and his tone was faint.

Haoyue was awakened in general. He was afraid that he would really go. He hurriedly stepped forward and wanted to touch him again, but he was avoided by the youth. The other party did not hide the rejection in his eyes. He could see it clearly. He couldn't help but panic, and he was angry and anxious: "Do you want to recognize me, Shu Wang?"

"Never know, I will recognize each other." The youth said coldly.

"Three years ago, I didn't want to leave you! At that time, the breeze was hurt too much. I can't help but save him. I hope you know it, and I will be back soon. - You know what I feel when I see the cave collapse. I don't want to... I never want to..." His chest is like a blockage, all the feelings are piled up and can't be said, "You don't know me now, Shu Wang, you Do you want to break with me?"

He thought of the desperate look of Shu Wang in the last love. When he suddenly said something to himself, he was nervous, and Shu Wang wanted to be with him. "No, I don't want you to be like me, I am..." He began to argue in near-incoherence, but he could not finish it successfully because someone came over.

The other side easily approached the young man and familiarized his clothes with the same tone. The tone was as good as the past: "Teacher, there is nothing wrong with it, what do you want to eat at night?"

The youth also lost the previous alienation, with a smile on the face, and even a little cleverness: "I am thinking about it."

It was the Shuwang that he hadn't seen for a long time. He opened his mouth and found that he couldn't say a word in half a sentence. He used all his strength to call out the name of the youth. "Shuwang..." When the wind blows, this faint voice is scattered, and it is awkward and pathetic.

The young man gave him a look and smiled cool.

He faintly touched something, but it was too late to surprise, and the ignition light was extinguished in an instant, and the remaining temperature was exhausted, and the bones were cold.

"The past is a thing of the past, a write-off."