C112

Chapter 112

the streets are busy with people coming and going, and the vendors are constantly crying, and the steamed buns are fragrant.

"Girl, give me a hawthorn candy."

A man in red stopped in front of a hawthorn candy stall and said with a smile that his voice was clear and pleasant. Shengsheng was fascinated by the girl who sold Hawthorn candy.

"Young master is really pretty. I haven't seen such a pretty young man in these years."

The girl who sells Hawthorn sugar, while wrapping Hawthorn sugar, is laughing.

"Yes? But I think you look better, girl

"You are so sweet."

The girl could not help but face slightly hot, will be wrapped in Hawthorn sugar oil paper package a push into his arms.

"I love Hawthorn candy."

The slender white jade like hand gently twists a red Hawthorn sugar into the mouth, the familiar sweetness spreads in the mouth, the thin lip slightly rises, the smile is like ten miles of spring breeze, and then slowly look up, the beautiful face is amazing.

"It's delicious."

Feng Ling absolute smile, paid money, is light way, "thank you."

After that, Feng lingjue turned and disappeared into the crowd.

The girl who sells Hawthorn sugar has already blushed.

Walking on the busy street, Fengling Jue nibbles the Hawthorn sugar in her mouth and looks at the pedestrians. He finally relaxes. Fengling Jue can't help stretching.

To be honest, the devil kingdom is too oppressive for him. In the devil Kingdom, he is the superior devil king. Naturally, he can't tolerate any mistakes. He has to deal with everything personally. Naturally, the pressure is self-evident. It's also because of this that Fengling Jue sneaks out secretly without telling qingdeng, just to relax and relax, so as not to drive herself crazy .

In fact, Fengling Jue is free and easy, and shouldn't be bound by the title of devil king. However, Fengling Jue, who was young and frivolous, turned the whole devil Kingdom upside down, and even didn't have his own shelter. Forced by helplessness, Fengling Jue had to grab a devil king's seat to sit down. Unexpectedly, it would be tens of thousands of years.

Think of here, Feng Ling can't help but feel sigh.

If someone told him seventy thousand years ago that in the future, he would become a demon king in the demon Kingdom, no matter what, he would not believe it, would he?

However, things in the world are so changeable that the most impossible things happen in the end.

Feng Ling Jue had no choice but to smile. He raised his head and just wanted to move on. But suddenly he caught a glimpse of the familiar white shadow in the crowd in front of him. The white gown and the falling ink hair were imprinted in Feng Ling Jue's eyes.

Feng Ling Jue suddenly became stiff, and the Hawthorn sugar in his hand suddenly fell to the ground, red and dazzling. For a moment, his feet seemed to be glued to the ground and couldn't move.

“… How is that possible? How could he be here? "

Feng Ling is absolutely absent-minded and murmurs. Suddenly, he rushes to the direction of the figure before. Without hesitation, he even has no time to think, so his body moves.

Even if he said give up, can give up the word is not so simple to be able to do? When you see anything about that person, his body will always move uncontrollably. How can he forget that person when he is used to it?

His heart was about to suffocate, and he couldn't breathe. His eyes swept quickly from everyone in the crowd, urgent and anxious.

No

No

No

No

no

it's not him!

The voices of laughter, peddling, bargaining, laughing, anger, sadness and face after face passed him quickly.

But ah, why can't he find the face he thinks about day and night?

The nose is full of acid, and the throat seems to be swallowed by some kind of stem. The hot water comes out of the eyes. Fengling bites her teeth and tries to endure.

Clearly has agreed to give up, what is he doing in the end!

All of a sudden, this sentence suddenly appeared in his mind. Fengling Jue's body was stiff. Suddenly, her whole body's strength seemed to be pulled away. Fengling looked at the handsome man who passed by him, dressed in white, with floating ink hair.

Feng Ling couldn't help but smile bitterly. She slowly bent down and squatted down. She grabbed her hair and buried her face in her knees. "Am I crazy? I know it can't be his... "

Fengling thought that he was really crazy.

Generally speaking, on the day he met Shen Qingchen, he had already lost himself and was completely crazy.

So, how can he get back what he was before, and no longer be tied by that person?

In Kunlun Mountain, ruofeng, dressed in white, stood at the door of the room. His hand was raised and put down, hesitating all the time.Since returning to Kunlun Mountain, Shen Qingchen has been keeping himself in his room for meditation. Although he has been dealing with mountain affairs, he has never appeared in front of others, which makes ruofeng worry about Shen Qingchen.

After thinking for a long time, ruofeng just came to the door of Shen Qingchen's room, but he couldn't make up his mind to knock on the door.

For a long time, if the wind bit his teeth, it was finally knocked on the door.

"Who?"

For a moment, there was a chill behind the door.

"Elder martial brother, I am ruofeng."

It's like a wind tunnel.

"Come in."

Shen Qingchen, sitting cross legged, slowly opened his eyes and said faintly.

"Yes."

If the wind gently pushes open the door, the light sprinkles into the empty and quiet room along the crack of the door, and finally falls on the man who looks like a jade carving.

"What's the matter?"

Shen Qingchen raised his eyes and looked at ruofeng gently, saying.

"If Feng thinks that the elder martial brother has been in the room for a long time, he thinks that he has been hurt. But now it seems that the elder martial brother is OK, and his heart has fallen."

Ruofeng slightly embraces boxing.

"Thank you for worrying."

Shen Qingchen is not salty and insipid, with a flat tone and no waves.

It seems a little more lost and absent-minded.

"If the wind doesn't mean that."

Ruofenglian said hastily, "it's just that the new disciple is practicing in the square now, and he wants the eldest martial brother to come and have a look. It's better than being bored in the room."

Shen Qingchen squinted slightly. For a moment, he stood up and arranged his clothes. He said, "let's go."

"Good."

If the wind is happy.

When they came to the square, they saw that there were more than ten young men in white clothes on the square. They were practicing swordsmanship and fighting. They looked vigorous.

"Elder martial brother, all the students here are new to the mountain. This year's students have good qualifications. Although they are not as good as Rong Gu, they are all outstanding."

Ruofeng said with a smile.

I don't know if I have heard ruofeng's words. Shen Qingchen turns her eyes on the two disciples who are comparing swords.

"If you call me elder martial brother, I'll let you go!"

The superior disciple grinned and the sword bullied the other disciple.

"Now you call me a good brother, and I'll let you, OK?"

In the light of the sword and the shadow of the sword, the figures of the two disciples in front of him gradually coincided with the figure of 30000 years ago. Suddenly, the unrestrained smiling face came out of his mind, and his body suddenly froze.

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the most wonderful thing is that a friend gave me the recipient's name, tuhaodong. When the courier called me and asked me if I was tuhaodong, I clearly heard a smile (smiling face) on the other end of the phone, and I had to answer that I was

Well, now the courier younger brother has affectionately called me local tyrant Dong