Chapter 325： Funeral snow dumplings (3)

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"My aunt is a genius after my mother-in-law," the dawn of Zi Qianjing softened, and the blind man always looked at Mu Ruyue in front of him. "She and my mother met at an expedition, perhaps the birth and death of that time. Let them become the birthday of life and death, because my aunt, my sister-in-law only knows, in fact, she is only my cousin, but lived in my family from a young age, and my relationship is very good, my father did not Less jealous for this matter, and even several times to warn her not to entangle the mother-in-law every moment, the aunt's character is more savage, likes to cause trouble, often beaten a lot of words, no less because of the troubles being taught by grandparents, but each time My mother will favor her, and my grandparents are very fond of the mother, so every time I train a few words, I can’t stop it...”

Mu Ruyue is silent, how is the experience of Zi Qianjing's mother-in-law? For a moment, she began to wonder if Zi Qianjing was the son of Zihuang and Yuezun.

However, in the memory of Nangong Zifeng, she clearly saw that Xiaoxiao was in a deep sleep and was sealed in a place of static time. Now he is still only five years old.

What's more, she heard from the mouth of Nangong Zifeng that there was no living thing in the purple house before the millennium. How can the so-called aunt escape the clutches?

So this is just a coincidence...

"Jinger, you don't want to stay in my room, but you can't go to bed and go to practice."

For this boy, she can’t get down after all...

"it is good."

Zi Qianjing’s slyness is filled with satisfaction, as long as she lets him stay, not to mention that he can’t get on the bed, even if he is standing there for a night, he is willing.

The next morning.

Inside the Dantang, there is a noisy.

Suddenly, the original Dantang was quietly quiet, and everyone’s eyes were cast outside the door, falling on the two figures facing the sun...

The young man is as beautiful as a god, with a straw in his mouth, and his smile on his lips is lazy and cozy. His eyes are stunned to Mu Ruyue from time to time, and the smile inside is even worse, as if it were inside the pupil. Reflecting the figure of her alone...

Mu Ruyue looked cold and indifferent. After seeing the funeral snow sitting on the yellow cushion, she did not feel a slight scorpion.

"Who are they?"

Within the crowd, there was a voice of doubt: "Is it a new life this year?"

The funeral snow flashed and smiled slightly: "The girl of the glass, the boy named Zi Qianjing, is indeed the voice of today, and the woman beside her can be amazing, do you know? She entered the school through assessment. ""

If you change to an average person through the assessment, you may be surprised by this, but who is the person who can enter the Zhongzhou school? They are all disciples of various forces, and it is not all for learning here. For example, the funeral snow, her purpose is to find a talented husband to marry.

"Appraisal? Cut, in the end, it's just a public without any backstage."

When I heard this ridiculous voice, many people laughed wildly, but after all, there were some people who really wanted to make progress. Only these people did not laugh at Mu Yue, but looked at her strangely.

Can pass the assessment into the school, this girl's talent is not bad...

"The girl of Liuli, this is a different story," the funeral snow looked at the moon, turned to look at the woman in red, shallow smile. "She is not without the background, her background is strong, holy Xiao Xiao is her backstage."