Chapter 1689

Lip points.

Liu Er stared at Yang Ping and forgot to do it. Her mind was blank. She lost her first kiss in this situation. She never dreamed of it.

Yang Ping quickly stepped back and showed an embarrassed expression.

"That... Misunderstanding. If it's all right, I'll go first." Yang Ping turned around, sweating on his forehead, and felt that his life might be in danger if he stayed any longer. Everyone knew that Liu er's anger would be very terrible.

Liu Er didn't ask him to stay, but just stared at him go away. After a long time, he clenched his fist, clenched his teeth and said, "wait for me, I won't let you go."

Yang Ping left jingyuexuan, but smiled bitterly. His plan was a little offset. He originally wanted to enter Xuanyuan's house through Liu er's arrangement and get the third key, but now it seems impossible. Liu Er has a good temper if he doesn't kill him.

However, Simei's lips in the capital were soft and sweet enough, and Yang Ping couldn't help smiling proudly. If the men who pursue liu'er know that the goddess's first kiss has been taken away, they will go crazy.

He walked on the long street without hidden breath, but he could not be found. If he looked carefully, his figure was integrated with the rules and clearly appeared in front of him, but he could not be perceived.

He came to Zheng's house and went in.

From the outside, Zheng's family was as usual, but it was dead. In addition to the burning smell of the ancestral hall, the southern wind still came. The French Wutong on the roadside was straight as soldiers stood. The green stone slab on the sheep's path grew moss and made a slight noise on it. Yang Ping felt the desolation here and there was no popularity.

The ancestral hall was destroyed, and the memorial tablets of all ancestors were buried in the ruins. A beautiful shadow stood in front and watched silently.

Yang Ping came to her and said with a smile, "you can't grow up without experiencing life and death. At least you can take a big step in blood development. You can only go on your own in the future."

Zheng Jiayi turned and looked at Yang Ping with complicated eyes.

After all, he appeared, but only at the end of the battle. Although he developed the ultimate blood power of the Phoenix and nirvana, the Zheng family was almost dead. What's the use of leaving her bare pole commander?

Zheng Jiayi's eyes were filled with hate instead of gratitude.

Yang Ping frowned and soon understood where the other party's hatred came from. He smiled bitterly and said, "sorry, I'm late."

Zheng Jiayi said lightly, "it has nothing to do with you. You don't have to appear like a savior, although I once thought you were my Savior."

Yang Ping felt her sadness, filled the air with empathy and wanted to hug, but Zheng Jiayi avoided it and said coldly, "brother Yang, do you know what I was thinking when I was dying?"

"I don't know." Yang Ping frowned more tightly and shook his head.

Zheng Jiayi looked at the sky and sighed, "I was thinking that you would certainly appear and step on the colorful auspicious clouds to save me. At that time, I would think you were my supreme treasure and the most dependent person in my life."

"I..." Yang Ping wanted to explain, but Zheng Jiayi raised her hand to stop him.

"Needless to say, I know your intention and appreciate it, but I really can't forgive you. My people died. You can save them, but they all died in the hands of that beast."

Tears fell. Zheng Jiayi cried, "I don't want to see you now."

A swarthy token appeared in her hand. Zheng Jiayi threw it out, and Yang Ping caught it with surprise. This is the second key. I didn't expect Zheng Jiayi to give it to herself so easily.

"Isn't this what you want? Take it and go. I don't want to see you again." after that, Zheng Jiayi left without giving Yang Ping any face.

Yang Ping tried to stop talking, but finally sighed and said, "I'm sorry. In fact, I didn't know that things would develop to this point. He killed everyone in a frenzy." unfortunately, Zheng Jiayi didn't answer him again.

Empty in the heart, holding the black key, Yang Ping couldn't be happy. Yang Ping left the Zheng family silently.

This should be the last time to come to the Zheng family, because from now on, the Zheng family no longer exists and disappears from the second rate family. Zheng Jiayi's goal now is to practice and then take revenge. Yang Ping thought of the old man from the west, leaving a bright seed, but doing the dirtiest and darkest things. Perhaps for the Pope, this is a trivial thing and a pawn to disturb the capital of China, but it has brought pain to many people.

The Pope loves his people like a son, but he loves his own people.

Yang Ping found that at the level of Pope, the strong who stood at the peak of Tianyuan even exceeded the Tianyuan realm. What do they feel about civilians in their hearts? Is it like human beings looking at the mole ants under their feet and have no feeling of life and death?

He doesn't want to be that kind of person.

In such a big capital, walking on the long street, Yang Ping doesn't know where to go. He needs the last key to get lvruyi. Xuanyuan's family will certainly hide the third key and won't get it easily.

But Yang Ping's willingness to get the third key is not strong enough. He just wants a drink.

Night fell.

Yang Ping came to a bar, sat on the bar and drank quietly. The bars in Beijing are not much different from those in Longcheng. Most of them are white-collar workers and look good. Perhaps they are depressed to work at the fast pace in Beijing for a long time. They want to relax at night. Alcohol is the best medicine.

Fiery music, twisted body and crazy expression release pressure on the dance floor one by one.

Under the flashing light, Yang Ping was drunk and hazy. He swept everyone's face, saw the seven emotions and six desires in their eyes, saw through everyone's inner thoughts, and found that many people's thoughts were simple. They didn't want to come to the bar, but when they drank to a certain extent, the same idea would emerge in everyone's heart, that is, to completely release themselves.

The release of spirit to the liberation of body is a interlinked process. There are no girls in the bar, only men with insufficient charm.

Yang Ping was like an alien. Instead of entering the dance floor, he sat on the bar and watched quietly.

"Can you buy me a drink?"

Suddenly, the dance floor quieted down, the noisy music disappeared out of thin air, and the whole bar was left with the people who talked to him. Yang Ping didn't turn around, but she also felt that the other party was a beautiful woman, and she was still a big beauty that stunned the bartender.

"Of course."

Yang Ping reminded the bartender to order a cocktail, and then turned to see each other clearly.

It's really beautiful.

But I don't know.

She is like an elf walking out of the darkness. She is exquisite. Her appearance eclipses all the women in the bar. She is like the center of darkness. The deepest goddess in everyone's heart comes to Yang Ping in full view of the public and shows a moving smile.

"It's a pleasure to invite you for a drink."

Yang Ping took the cocktail from the dull eyed bartender, put it in front of the beauty, smiled and said, "you should know that you may sleep with me after drinking my wine."

The beauty giggled, her eyes were like silk, and her breath was like orchid: "it depends on whether your wine tastes enough?"

She picked up the glass and put her eyes on Yang Ping's lips. Her eyes were bold and direct.

All the men I saw were breathing fast.

Yang Ping is the only exception.