Chapter 1213

Wenjun's health is well adjusted. At least now he can run and jump everywhere. Compared with the previous appearance of illness, he is just different.

But whether Wenjun or Jinjiao, they all know in their hearts that Wenjun has little time left.

But so what? The most important thing is to grasp every moment of the moment.

Jin Zhuo was studying the dragon vein with the map he saw that day, while Wen Jun looked at him with his cheek.

In the past, when Jin Zhuo was doing things, Wen Jun would sit beside him and watch him even if he was not feeling well.

Her eyes are sentimental and gentle. It seems that she won't be tired of looking at gold burning.

"Don't you feel bored after reading for so many years?" the golden eyelids didn't lift up, but still focused on the map.

Wenjun shook his head gently, smiled and said, "no, brother Jinzhuo had better see it."

Hearing this, Jin Huo immediately smiled. He didn't say that there was a scar on his face. He was used to being slovenly on weekdays. I'm afraid only Wenjun will think he looks good.

Wen Jun looked at his frown. It seemed that this time the matter was very difficult.

"Is brother Jin Zhuo hard?" she had never seen Jin Zhuo like this before.

Jin Shao smiled and finally looked up at the man in front of him: "silly girl, what do you think the dragon vein is? It's so easy!"

Wen Jun turned his mouth and pointed casually, "I think it's good here."

Jin Shao raised his eyebrow: "why?"

"The meaning of the name is very good. Jiulong Mountain feels very domineering when you read it."

In fact, Jinzhuo has narrowed the scope. There are two, one is Jiulong Mountain and the other is vertical and horizontal mountains. However, as a dragon vein, he always feels that he still lacks something.

It is said that onlookers can see through the truth at a glance.

Jin Zhuo has now entered a dead end. It would be best if someone could give him some advice.

Jin cautiously asked, "is there no other reason except this?"

"Hmm..." Wen Jun looked down at the map and said, "brother Jin Zhuo, there are some small mountains around the mountain, which looks like the mountain in the middle surrounded by nine dragons. I think this is also the origin of its name. Since it is a dragon vein, it must have something to do with dragons."

Dragon veins have something to do with dragons!

It can be said that one word awakens the dreamer!

Jin Zhuo always felt almost nothing. Unexpectedly, Wen Jun said something about it.

Jin Zhuo hugged Wenjun excitedly and kissed her on the face: "Wenjun, you are my lucky star!"

Wen Jun's face turned red with shame, and his pink fist symbolically beat him on the chest: "brother Jin Shao, what are you doing? Don't do this in public."

"Hey, hey. I'm just happy!" Jin Shao smiled with two fools.

Then Wenjun began to complain, "Oh, brother Jinzhuo, your beard should be shaved. It hurt me just now."

"Well, well, what you say is what you say."

Jin Zhuo had solved the mystery. Now he was as happy as anything. That afternoon, he shaved his beard according to Wen Jun's words.

Nangong Yan was stunned when they saw the repaired gold burning.

"Jin, Jin Zhuo?" Rong Sheng walked around him twice. "I didn't expect you to shave off your beard like this?"

In the past, his golden beard was messy like weeds, and his face was fierce. He looked like a bandit leader.

But now, after shaving his beard, he showed a handsome face, and the scar on his face became more beautiful.

Jin Zhuo saw that everyone looked at him with such eyes. He scratched the back of his head with some embarrassment: "it's not so exaggerated that Wenjun said to scrape."

Rong Sheng couldn't help tutting: "no wonder Miss Wenjun will always call you brother Jinzhuo. You look so neat now. You're not old enough. You can afford this brother. You've shaved. It's obvious that you've changed your head!"

Jin Zhuo stared at him: "shut up if you can't speak!"

Ji Qingxue couldn't restrain her curiosity: "what's the matter with you today? Why do you look so happy? You shaved your beard!"

Jin Zhuo only giggled and didn't reply. Nangong Yan said, "I'm afraid it's because he finally found the location of the dragon vein."

"What?!"

Everyone looked at Jin Zhuo one after another. Jin Zhuo nodded, "yes, I already know."

Nangong Yan asked, "how sure are you?"

"Five points."

"What?" Rong Sheng exclaimed, "it's only five points? Is it too little!"

Nangong Yan said, "five points is enough."

After that, Jin Zhuo looked at him and smiled.

Today is a happy day. Jin Zhuo kept drinking and drank his voice under the table.

"Come on! Come again!" Jin Shao winked, where was the voice?

Under the table, his face turned red, waved his hand and said, "no, I'm not coming. I really can't drink. If you really want to drink, come early tomorrow!"

"Well, look at your advice!" Jin Shao said disgustingly, and then belched loudly.

Jin Zhuo sat on the ground holding the wine jar and muttered to himself, "I will cure you, Wenjun. Don't be afraid."

But only he himself knew that the person who was afraid was never Wenjun, but Jinjiao.

After leaving Jin's house, Jin Zhuo lived trembling. He has nothing left. If he loses Wenjun again, he may really not live.

Rong asked intermittently, "Hey, I've always wanted to ask you a question. Burp -"

Jin Zhuo said impatiently, "if you fart, why does an old man grind haw?"

Rong Sheng raised his face, drunk and hazy: "what's wrong with you? Your family just kicked you out. And what's the matter with the injury on your face?"

"Hey, hey, you want to know! Let me tell you, because I stole the files enshrined in the ancestral hall at home! And my face was scratched by my father! Miserable!"

Rong nodded: "it's terrible!"

"Well, I think so."

Jin Zhuo hung his head and his tone became a little weak. "I don't ask for anything. I just want to find a way to go to Wenjun. Do you think I'm wrong? Am I wrong?"

Rongsheng struggled to get up to comfort him, but he didn't want to hit the table directly.

"Ouch, it hurts!"

Nangong Yan and Ji Qingxue are really helpless about this situation.

"Ah Yan, what shall we do?"

Nangong Yan's voice was very cold: "let's go and let them spend the night here."

Then Nangong Yan pulled Ji Qingxue and was about to leave.

Jin Zhuo suddenly roared: "Rongsheng, you pit me. What you fucking ask is two questions!"