It's a very comfortable evening!
After so many days of bumping on the broken ship, I suddenly went back to the holy vessel like Chixiao Canglang. I suddenly felt that the treatment and welfare could not be the same as usual.
Long Xiangyun had a good sleep, stepped on the deck to breathe fresh air, and could not help but stretch his hand.
Turning around, I saw a red and a white, two handsome men with long bodies and beautiful faces, ascending and descending from the spiral ladder.
For a time, I felt that the world was better than this.
The man in red is holding the wine pot, leaning on the bar, singing and laughing, while the man in white is shining like the holy light, with a cool face. Between the eyes of the two men, there seems to be thousands of light flowing down.
There are thousands of colors in the world, but they all gather around the dead face paralysis. Long Xiangyun bites the dried flower bun on his hand, his nose moves, and smells a smell of congee.
Step forward ceaselessly, hurriedly looking for fragrance and passing by, I saw a suit of moon white clothes and a face of expressionless paralysis appeared in front of me.
"Why?" No accident, small face paralysis immediately roared at her.
Long Xiangyun silently rolled her eyes, but her eyes went with the big pot of porridge in her hand.
"Wash your hands." Xiao Mian gave her a disdainful look, and raised his steps to cross her wrong shoulder.
Long Xiangyun turns back and grins at her back: this dead face is paralyzed, so she can't speak well.
In less than a moment, all the hundred Fengs and the three hundred guardians of qingxuexue came out.
All of a sudden, the space here is really interesting.
The deck didn't look too big, but more than 400 people were all crowded together, and they didn't feel crowded. The surrounding area was still empty.
"You can see the snow ridge any further." Long Hui said to the tree with a smile, "my cousin is going to look for Haoguang elder generation of Xueling holy land now?"
The tree shook its head, "let it be."
She has handed over the rest of the first generation of Xuanji disciples' famous brands to Chen Qilu and his two predecessors.
There is no famous brand, it's troublesome.
Anyway, I don't worry about it. It's been so many years. Why rush this moment.
"Well, let's not stop here, but go straight to forget the river." Long Hui said with a lot of emotion, "speaking of it, there was also a lot of time delay along the way."
The tree looks back, looks at him indifferently, then takes back his eyes.
"Don't worry, cousin. There is no malice to you. " Long Hui hurriedly said, "besides, grandma is I'd love to see you. "
Without a word, the tree put down the porridge bowl and went to the appendix.
Prince Mo's eyes light a light sweep of the dragon, the Dragon really, across the air can feel the strong warning in the prince's eyes.
He saw a lot along the way.
Like the prince, he loves his wife as much as he wants. I'm afraid that if there is anything harmful to Xiaomian paralysis, the prince can uproot the whole river.
There's nothing to say between the two, but all the strong feelings in silence really deserve the admiration of the world.
Long Hui shook his head slightly, looked back at the prince calmly, and slowly nodded to him.
Mo Lian glanced at him, then turned back his eyes and walked towards his daughter-in-law.
If Long Hui could be honest, he would not move their family.
If the dragon family of forgetting Sichuan has a different intention and wants to hurt his Qiao, how can he treat them politely?
His wife, of course, wants to protect to the end