Chapter 1995

Ning Xuemo's finger is tight. Does Jiuli, the God of this life, realize that she comes from the future, so he is studying this technique?

The more she thought about it, the more likely it was. She was about to read the book again, but xiaoxuemo turned around and ran out.

Ning Xuemo naturally follows out

"Jiuli! Jiuli...... " Xiaoxuemo let out his voice and shouted.

No one answered, but xiaoxuemo was the only one in the Buddhist temple.

"Are you out? No, he will tell me when he goes out... " Small snow Mo congeals eyebrow to say to oneself, thought for a while, simply manfantian palace searches in disorder.

After half an hour, xiaoxuemo finally found shenjiuli in a waterside pavilion.

Seeing the waterside pavilion, Ning Xuemo could not help sighing.

Fifty thousand years later, that bastard of Luo jiuchen lived in the waterside pavilion, so that she now saw the waterside pavilion with a little shadow.

The waterside pavilion is actually very elegant.

Light blue floating gauze, ebony structure, cornice arch like flying swallow.

All the windows in the waterside pavilion were open. Looking in from the window, he saw God sitting upright on a long side, his eyes drooping slightly, like meditation or trance.

There was wine on the long table, but there was no food. Beside him were several wine jars.

Ning Xuemo is stunned. She has been in contact with Shen Jiuli for so long. She has always only seen him drink tea, but never seen him drink, especially so much!

Ning Xuemo turns around him and looks at his slightly closed eyes, a little puzzled.

Is he asleep or meditating?

By the way, did he drink the wine? His face is not half full of wine

"Jiuli?" Xiaoxuemo came in with the bucket in his hand.

The God Jiuli, who has been sitting with his eyes drooping, finally opens his eyes. In those eyes, he is at a loss when he opens them. After turning around, he falls on xiaoxuemo's face and looks at her without speaking.

"Jiuli, I've caught ten fish today. Can you stew it for me? " Xiaoxuemo sits opposite him, hands up and kneads his legs: "the legs are sour."

"Well." God nine Li answered, he was a little slow, thinking is slow, eyes light fell on the bucket, but no action.

Such a god Jiuli Ning Xuemo has never seen before. She opened her eyes curiously. He would not be really drunk, would he?!

Xiaoxuemo rubs his legs for a moment and looks up. Seeing that he is still looking at the bucket, he is a little surprised. He reaches out his little hand and shakes it in front of his eyes: "Jiuli?"

Her small hand was suddenly held by him, and his eyes finally turned back to her face. His eyes were very quiet. In peace, it didn't seem to make much difference. Even his waist was straight and upright, sitting upright, just like meditation.

He stared at her little face for a long time.

Xiaoxue Mo is full of wonder. He stares at her again. "Jiuli, what's wrong with you?"

Shenjiuli slowly raised a hand, gently brushed her hair, pinned a strand of hair in front of her ear to the back of her ear: "snow road......" He finally opened his mouth, and his voice was steady: "why don't you come back?"

Xiaoxuemo: "..." Isn't she right in front of him?

"I've begun to recover your Kung Fu. Why don't you come back?"

Xiaoxuemo holds his arm: "I've been in front of you, Jiuli, what's the matter with you?"

God Jiuli looked at her, then looked at the fish bucket at her feet, whispered: "I can't find a way I can't find a way... "