At this time, I found it hard for him, and said that he would not let go of anything.
The tree's heart moved slightly, but it still raised its head and looked at him seriously. "Practice!"
Mo Lian nodded, "OK, let's go back to practice."
After that, she was no longer given the chance to object.
Mo Lian took her body and went to the shore of the lake, but she thought to herself: his baby has become a man of cultivation!
What to do? It's so urgent!
What can he do if he practices every day!
If on the day of the wedding ceremony, halfway through the wedding ceremony, the baby suddenly said to him, "cultivation and cultivation", which would make him feel sorry
With a melancholy face, Mo Lian took his little girl and stepped on the horse. When she was out of the range of Zhuzi lake, she went to the Forbidden Palace.
From Honghai temple to the street, there are many pedestrians, and Mo Lian slows down his horse speed.
At this time, a group of people came to the corner of the street and cheered.
Mo Lian held the reins, frowned slightly, and rode to the side of the road holding the tree.
Don't plan to meet that team face to face, save trouble.
"Cultivation!" The little guy pulled off his hair discontentedly and made a beep.
Waste of time guy, she is in a hurry to practice now!
"Be good, practice, and go home to practice at once." Ink lotus lips a smile, helplessly touched her head, eyes light along the crowd looking forward.
In the street, a line of soldiers carrying spears drove the people along the street to both sides of the road, marking a road in the middle.
The spears of the soldiers were strung in a line, against the crowd of people who were watching the activity. The young faces of the soldiers were cold and expressionless.
The hoof of a horse rings.
The people looked at the past excitedly, with some expected light in their eyes.
I saw a horse with a black mane and a handsome young man coming slowly.
The man was very tall and powerful, with a long gun in his left hand and a horse in his right hand.
Wearing a gold headdress and black lacquer cloud pattern boots, on the face with clear edges and corners, a pair of harsh eyes are bright and bright, and the lips are tightly pressed, without a trace of smile.
Suddenly, there was a little noise in the crowd.
"My God, it's Prince Annan who has returned to Beijing."
"It's our invincible Prince Annan!"
"It's said that the Shizi defeated the state of Qi this time. He captured a princess and two princes of the state of Qi. Hahaha, it's really exalting the power of our country."
"Look, those behind must be Ding Nu of the Northern Qi Dynasty!"
With a smile on the face of the common people, they fell to their knees in a crash. "Congratulations to shiziye for the victory!"
Chou Fu, the son of King Annan, came first, and several of them accompanied him. He sat on the horse with high head.
With two or three ropes behind him, hundreds of shabby and disheartened dingnu of the Northern Qi Dynasty were tied.
Those dingnu, young and old men and women, all tied their right hands with ropes, one after another into a long dragon. The soldiers' whips chased and drove them away, calling them to hurry.
The little princess leaned against Mo Lian's arms, her eyes wide open.
I saw an old grandfather stumble to the ground, the soldier's whip was pulled down without any expression, and the old man was bloody in half an hour, crying and shouting all over the street.
However, the common people of both sides enjoyed it.