Chapter 627

Qi Yue didn't know what to do. He left or followed Tang Chuan.

It was only after eating Yanjing's famous roast duck that she found that she had no choice but to accept Tang Chuan's kindness and go home with him.

Unexpected things in the reasonable I accept, still confused, do not know how to choose.

Qi Yue decided to be a Chubi, eh, a quiet chubby. What if tomorrow's flood?

It's still the red Ferrari, the car that can cause a stir in a small city, but now it's quietly parked in the underground parking lot, which is no different from the luxury car next to it.

Different from the quiet when coming, Qiyue went to Ferrari again, just like a chirping sparrow, cheering.

Even the obscurity of the road, ice and snow are also dispelled by her passion, and replaced by her hometown which is not perfect but yearns for.

Before arriving at bianyubi, she was in the border of the grassland. There are no anecdotes about celebrities. There are only strange people and strange stories. There are legends in ancient times. Sword immortals are high above the earth. They are dogs that devour heaven and earth.

Ordinary people think this is a joke, but Tang Chuan yearns for it. After asking Qi Yue's hometown, he laughs hard.

Galloping in the dark night, Qi Yue just looked at Tang Chuan's concentrated face, and did not feel that he should blush for it.

She thought: If time forbids, it would be a good idea, comfortable leather chair, lover's face, everything is so beautiful.

Focusing on the same time is not worth the money, Tang Chuan's time passed quickly, and Qi Yue's time passed quickly.

Get out of the car and follow Tang Chuan. Watch him throw the windbreaker into the door and put on his slippers.

"It's yours. See if it fits." Tang Chuan leans over and selects a pair of turquoise slippers, which are about 36 yards, similar to Qi Yue's feet.

"You can take off your coat if you like. It's warm here."

The words just landed, Qi Yue's ruddy face was more hot than just now, and she changed her shoes with fear.

Seeing Tang Chuan walk into the spacious and comfortable living room without stopping, Qi Yue takes off her thick coat and reveals her pink sweater with Pikachu.

"Sit anywhere." Tang Chuan himself to make a cup of tea for himself, this is the habit of no reason. When he was still in Dayu, he would often make a cup of tea and sit idly for a day. I was told by my aunt that you are a normal person on this day.

He didn't know what the meaning of this sentence was, and he never studied it deeply. He just sighed when he jumped out.

"Well, yes."

Without looking back, Tang Chuan can think of Qi Yue's timid restlessness.

"What would you like?" Tang Chuan tried to relieve her tension and guess her answer in the next second.

Tang Chuan whispered to himself: "same as me"

Qi Yue didn't know whether he heard it or not. He just said, "just like you"

Tang Chuan: "it's OK to be the same as you." Tea? Is that all right? "

Qi Yue: "no problem. We all like tea there."

"What about you?" Tang Chuan asked

Qi Yue said late, if she was like others, she would not be here now.

"A cup of tea"

soon, Tang Chuan made the tea, as simple as usual.

It is said that kungfu tea can cultivate one's self-cultivation, and it is also quite forced. As a matter of fact, the high-end is between the teahouses, and the sales promotion is good.

"Sit down!" Tang Chuan repeated, comfortable lying on the sofa, random Qi Yue envy.

"Thank you." she opened her mouth and said, "thank you.".

Tang Chuan raised his eyebrows and laughed: "if you think I'm your friend, don't say this word."

He has always been so for those who do not threaten themselves, especially women.

Qi Yue is not gentle and smart enough. Tang Chuan has been searching for her merits for a long time. Well, the obvious advantages, even a little.

Qi Yue tearfully looked at Tang Chuan: "what are you looking at?"

Taking back his eyes, Tang Chuan pretended to be a gesture and forgot what he had just thought. It would be unkind to directly evaluate a person who is not familiar with her and try to find her merits.

Qi Yue chuckled, not nervous.

After chatting for a while, talking about the interesting events of Qingcheng is not boring or enthusiastic.

Time flies, and Qi Yue's weariness falls into Tang Chuan's eyes.

"Well, it's time to go to bed." Tang Chuan got up and said lazily.

Qi Yue shook her head, nodded again, and asked, "where am I sleeping?"

"Upstairs." Tang Chuan first step, let Qi Yue follow behind him, toward the room on the second floor.

Until now, Qi Yuecai looked at tangchuan's "home" seriously.

She knows that the housing prices in Qingcheng are high, and that the housing prices in Yanjing, the capital, are even higher. If you can have such a villa in Yanjing, it seems that the interior decoration and Ferrari are not enough to see.Don't even have a luxurious fireplace and a large fireplace without firewood and firewood.

All of all let Qi Yue have a kind of unreal feeling, maybe the next second everything will disappear the same.

Sigh, a, these things have nothing to do with themselves?

Hand gently stroked, and warm air, cold wooden handrails to their own way to prove the existence of winter.

"You're alone in such a big house?" She couldn't help asking this question, which was not suitable. It was like forcing a palace. After saying that, she regretted, looking at Tang Chuan's high figure under the light, some obsessed.

Tang Chuan stopped, turned to seriously explain: "Nuo Da's house, the only people who live is me. They are all in Qingcheng now. Maybe I will go to Qingcheng to look for them in a few days."

Qi Yue thought and sighed. This should be Tang Chuan's refusal?

"Well, thank you for your hospitality. I'm waiting for you to show me around Yanjing tomorrow." She suddenly smile, happy appearance does not seem to be faking, let Tang Chuan feel confused at the same time, but also a sigh of relief.

Tang Chuan has always had no special desire for women. Even in his harem of other people, he is somewhat baffled.

Zhou xiaonuo really likes it; Qin Yun is hard to give up after playing tricks on him; poor Mu Yuqing, he is probably the most emotionless one, not as good as the poor beauty president Chu Linghan, whose body and soul are connected at last. After tearing off the disguise of appearance, Chu Linghan still has love in her heart; plus Lin Ruixue, not many, many, many five girls Son. Well, he has excluded a lot of ambiguous girls.

Although Lin Ruixue has repeatedly mentioned that if you want to eat her, you must eat her sister first. Such a request really turns Tang Chuan off. It's not because of Lin Xuewei's own reasons, but because of Tang Chuan's stubbornness.

Qiyue will be sent into the room, lying in their own wide bed, Tang Chuan lying stupidly.

Until dawn.

The next morning, Qi Yue lay on the bed, looking at the pink ceiling, a little dazed.

This is a very feminine room, usually used by Tang Chuan to entertain girls. However, Qi Yue is the first person to check in this room.

Before that, Zhou xiaonuo and others were living in their own rooms, and they were also one of the hostesses here.

At the beginning of this room, Zhou xiaonuo refused to prepare. She was not sure that Tang Chuan would not steal or eat the girls who lived in it. Can only use a stern tone to pretend angry warning Tang Chuan.

Pushing the hairy bear away, her eyes stay for less than a second and then go away, which is what she wanted most when she was a child.

Tang Chuan has already liked to practice in bed. He is not a strict monk, nor a pure Taoist, but a monk.

In the past, he could still calm down and meditate on the futon all day long, but now he can't. He has a more comfortable way.

All night, he had been dealing with the small pot. The ancient and unsophisticated body of the pot was written with unknown words. Tang Chuan studied it carefully and could not get the answer he wanted.

The cultivation world has its own system. The better magic weapons have their own souls, and the more numerous magic weapons have their own exclusive names, namely spiritual weapons.

It is said that in ancient times, there were powerful practitioners who used magic tools to prolong their lives and live and die with them.

In this regard, Tang Chuan is more sneering at this. The real strength of the ancient Xiuzhen world is not comparable to that of the present one. Heaven and earth share the same life span. More powerful people have been able to cross the planet and have a longer life span.

If such a strong man will incarnate the spirit of the spirit in order to live, Tang Chuan naturally does not believe it. What's more, the spirit of the spirit was born from the spirit itself. It can be regarded as a stone monkey that can never come out. It is naturally raised, but it is limited to the magic tools.

And powerful magic tools will rarely choose a new master after breaking away from the original master, unless there is a person with enough talent to be his master.

Magic tools have spirit, so they will not wait for time to elapse and die with them. They will choose to grow up by themselves, and it is the simplest way to devour Tiancai Dibao and friars' blood essence.

At this time, it is a good choice to have a strong partner for mutual benefit.

The small pot did not respond to the Chamberlain of Tang Dynasty, but it was so extraordinary in Tang Chuan's hands that it was enough to prove that Tang Chuan's talent was more powerful.

But now he is not enough to be the new owner of the pot.

Tang Chuan sat on the bed, gently shaking his head, still there is no more reaction.

For example, after absorbing a lot of energy, Tang Chuan can still feel the light chant of the long sword occasionally. Obviously, the spirit began to recover slowly.

How long is the process? Tang Chuan doesn't know. He can only be careful about pregnancy.

Dressed in pajamas, Tang Chuan barefoot, as if no one else pushed open the door, holding a book, walked downstairs to smell the faint fragrance of milk.Slightly a Zheng, he changed reaction to come over, stupidly looked at the spacious and bright kitchen on the first floor. In the kitchen, Qi Yue, wearing an apron and focusing on a large number of ingredients, seems not to be preparing breakfast for herself, but to prepare a table full of Han people.

Just look at her technique, Tang Chuan can see that the kitchen will be fragrant. This is the skill that Xiao Nuo and Qin Yun don't have.

"You - how can you come out dressed like this!" Qi Yue was coquettish and angry. He did not cover his face, but looked at Tang Chuan with a smile.

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