"Qingluan pulls the cart. Who is it Jiujiansheng was surprised.

A saloon car is like a big house, but surrounded by a platform.

On the platform stood ten men. The faces of the ten men were very old-fashioned, without a trace of expression.

In front of the big white RV, there is a rolling curtain.

Like two servant girls, slowly open the curtain.

"Click, click, click!"

Ten old-fashioned men knelt down on one knee, waiting respectfully for the people who came out of the house.

This scene let a lot of people show the color of surprise, this qingluan pulls a cart, who is in the end?

Slowly, from the inside out of a woman in white.

The woman's white yarn is like a lotus flower. Holding a jade flute in her hand, the woman slowly stepped on the platform.

The breeze blows the women's green silk, and the beauty is incomparable.

The woman's face is white, very beautiful, although not as unique as Meng Rongrong, but more beautiful and refined, let people see a kind of hold your breath, can not bear to disturb the feeling.

"It's a little late. Keep going." The woman opens the vermilion path lightly.

"Sing!" "Sing!"

The two qingluan, as if they understood people's words, gave a long cry.

At Pingshan tower.

Jiujiansheng and qijianxia are looking at the holy woman.

Only Yan Chuan, inexplicably wet eyes, and even whole body shaking.

"Rouer? Is it rouer? " Yan Chuan Na looked at the holy woman on qingluan's car.

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"my name is Zhen rou. What's your name

"Who asked you to send flowers? I don't like it, I don't like it. Otherwise, I'll leave one. "

"Be your wife? Think of it

"Husband, rouer wants to eat lotus seeds with ice heart!"

"Husband, rouer will give you a baby, no, ten, ten, ten!"

"Oh, no, how can it be done in broad daylight?"

"Husband, my father prepared this for me. I heard it was delicious. I feed you!"

"Husband, rouer left first, you must take care of yourself!"

"Husband, I still remember that the Sansheng flower you sent me that day was so beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful...!"

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Zhen Rou, Yan Chuan's wife in his previous life.

Scenes of memories continue to appear, Yan Chuan's eyes gradually wet, the picture gradually fixed in the last scene, Zhen Rou fell in the arms, bleeding in the mouth.

"Rouer, rouer! Are you still alive? Otherwise, how could you show up in front of me? Are you alive? " Yan Chuan's mood is out of control and looks at the holy woman on qingluan's car.

"Sing ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

Qingluan a long cry, the whole body of the blue light, shrouded in the back of the RV, toward the wind demon mountain range.

"Rouer, rouer ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

Yan Chuan exclaimed.

Yan chuanhen can't rush up to stop qingluan's car, but now he's in the Jing state. Where can he stop?

"Whew!"

Qingluan pulled the cart, and shot far away in an instant, shooting into the wind demon mountain.

"Soft son!" Yan Chuan shouts.

"Teacher, uncle, what's the matter with you?" Jiujiansheng and others quickly hold Yan Chuan.

"Me?" Yan Chuan returns to his mind and looks at jiujiansheng and others who are surprised.

He didn't pay attention to the crowd, but looked at the direction of qingluan's leaving, showing a trace of joy and bitterness on her face.

I took a few deep breaths before gradually calming down the inner ups and downs.

"Uncle, do you call her rouer? Do you know each other? Who is she? " Wine sword is a wonderful way.

Yan Chuan shook his head: "she is a very important person for me. Since you want to enter the wind demon mountain range, OK, let's go in together!"

"Really?" Everyone's face was happy.

Looking at the distance, Yan Chuan took a deep breath: "however, we can't go like this. We must make full preparations in advance."

"Ready?"

"Yes, next. I'll arrange for you. "

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