Chapter 273

"Yan Feng dance?" Ye Yu is stunned. Turning around, he finds that Yan Fengwu is coming to him.

"Why are you here?"

Ye Yu asks curiously.

"I'd like to ask you something."

Yan Fengwu smiled at Han Xue first, and then said to Ye Yu, "I have no idea about that radio gymnastics. I want you to guide me personally."

Ye Yu eyebrows a shake, in the heart secretly way not good!

As expected, Ye Yu did not turn back, and could feel Han Xue's hot sight falling on her.

"Well, I've told you all about the movements. As long as you practice hard, you can't use my guidance."

Ye Yu blinks at Yan Fengwu, passing on a look you hurriedly left.

Yan Feng dance seems to have not received the signal from Ye Yu. She said to herself, "by the way, don't come late today! I'm still waiting for you in the playground. "

Before leaving, Yan Fengwu smiled at Han Xue.

Watching Yanfeng dance turn around and leave, Ye Yu murmurs to himself, this time Yanfeng dance is not true!

Last time when singing in the school concert hall, Yan Fengwu stood up and shouted that she liked herself, but ye Yu didn't take it seriously. Now, Yan Fengwu is clearly competing with Han Xue!

"Hiss"

a pair of plain hands pinched the soft meat between the waist of the leaf feather and twisted it for a circle.

"Hum! Radio gymnastics! Guide yourself! Don't be late! Say, what's going on? "

Han Xue, with a pretty face and a little angry, asks Ye Yu.

"Well, that's the case..."

Ye Yu had to tell about his learning from Xing Meng and his promotion to the warrior.

Han Xuesong opened his hand, gently pressed and rubbed between Ye Yu's waist, and said, "I'm going tonight too! I'm going to do that gymnastics, too! "

"OK, no problem! "Ye Yu nodded quickly.

At the same time, Japan is a beautiful and unique courtyard built on the mountain.

Under the cherry tree, a handsome man in white stood with his hand in hand.

The man's skin is white, his eyes are narrow and long, and his thin lips make him smile a little.

The cherry blossoms fall, and are blown by the breeze. They spin gently and fall beside the man.

Among the cherry blossoms, the handsome young man is flying in white, just like a beautiful picture.

"Young master Qingming, your subordinates have already heard about the thirteen needles of the ghost gate!"

A little fat middle-aged man knelt behind the handsome man and said nervously.

"Ah..." Abe sighed and said regretfully, "as soon as you open your mouth, the artistic conception will be gone!"

"I'm sorry to disturb my son Yaxing!" he said in a respectful voice

Abe Qingming's footsteps moved slightly, and he flashed to sit on the stone chair beside the cherry tree.

Stretch out the thin palm, brush on the stone table, a set of tea set emerges out of the sky.

Abe Qingming's movements were gentle, and he poured a cup of tea and drank it himself.

For a long time, Abe Qingming put down his teacup and said softly, "have you brought the secret script?"

"This..." shangmura's forehead is more cold sweat, kneeling on the ground, bowing his head and saying, "it was to shangmura's lucky life to get back the script, but he failed!"

"However, his subordinates have sent people to China. This time, they are bound to get back the secret script!"

"Hmmm"

Abe responded softly and said, "go on."

Shangmurata knelt on the ground and said respectfully, "this time led by elder Zhizai shangmura holding Danjing, it must be safe!"

"When will it arrive?"

"Tonight!"

Dudu ·

Abe Qingming's long fingers constantly beat the stone table, which brought great pressure to Shangcun Tian Yong.

Benedict!

Abe Qingming suddenly stopped his fingers and looked at Shangcun Tianyong, who was kneeling on the ground. "Shangcun head, you are the head of a family, so don't kneel on the ground. Hurry up."

"Yes!"

Mr. shangmura drank and stood up quickly.

Abe looked at the fallen cherry blossom and waved, "OK, you go!"

"Yes!"

Shangmurata Yinghe turns around and leaves.

"Oh, by the way, next time you don't bring back the secret script of the thirteen needles of the ghost gate, don't come!"

Abe Qingming's light and flowing voice drifted into the ears of Tian Yong in Shangcun, and his chubby body shook involuntarily.