Bai Yueguang Breaks Up Everyday

So weak and sluggish, he looked at the boy in front of him.

He has a milk dog face that is very in line with her aesthetics. His body is like a pinch of snow. The porcelain is shiny and glowing with cold air. The sword body is engraved with black runes, so his ribs The lines are perfectly reproduced on both sides, which is strange and beautiful. The boy's upper body was not threaded, but a black and gold vestment appeared from the waist.

Just look at it is very advanced.

So weak suddenly felt that he had drawn SSR for his krypton gold.

This SSR also came to reality from Cali.

Jun Buxian thought she had acquiesced. He squatted down, and the pendant on his waist splashed into the snow, crisp and sweet.

He buried himself in a pile of bottles, suddenly found one, uncorked the bottle, and sniffed carefully.

"Yes, it's Gu Yuan Dan."

He squeezed out a bead, pushed it to his weak mouth, and said neatly, "Eat!"

So weak and never open his mouth.

How can this woman be more difficult than herself.

Jun Bujian was worried for a while, then suddenly realized that he grabbed her hand and put it on his ass.

So weak: "???"

She was so shocked that her mouth forgot to guard, Jun Bujian quickly stuffed it in, and she squeezed her neck skillfully, making people swallow unexpectedly.

Jun Bujian glanced at the mountains and rivers in the sky, and said solemnly, "You only have twelve hours to recover."

Turning his face so weakly, when he can't hear.

The boy’s cold palms pressed against her cheeks, like a bald old father, compromised, "Well, except for the butt, everything else belongs to you, okay?"

Although Jun Bujian is in the form of a human teenager, his way of thinking is still as straight as a "sword", he can say whatever he thinks, and do whatever he wants.

He is not ashamed, hitting straight shots for the weak all the way.

She was so weak that he shouldn't be too weak. He had a bad temper again and threatened her yellingly, "Don't forget, you will die ugly if struck by lightning, your face, hands and feet, and your whole body is as dark as something, just a little bit. It's not pretty!"

"..."

So weak, think about it, it seems to be such a reason.

That can't be.

The green tea essence was resurrected with full blood, and whispered to him, biting his ears, "Actually, I was not prepared, this robbery will definitely not be able to survive."

Jun Bujian is very loyal, "That sir will help you carry a few words!"

She was so weak that her friends did it for her. It didn’t seem to work if she didn’t work hard. She reluctantly nodded, "Then I will try." But she still told, "If I can't hold it, you will end me. I don't want to die like a piece of black coal."

"All right."

He frowned and reluctantly agreed.

You Buxian helped her protect the law and let people fix it on the spot.

The Buer Demon Cave collapsed, the Buer Zen Demon was dead, and Sang Yu had succeeded in scheming, and the Nine Immortal Continents still gradually gained the upper hand in the battle of the immortal demon.

The power of one person is ultimately not worth the power of Wanding.

Sang Yu was stained with blood, removed a set of bones, and threw aside with a sneer. There was thunder in the sky, and he opened his eyelids. Among the clouds, a figure and a sword were faintly visible.

And below, stood a person.

His robe was in tatters, and he covered his chest with one hand.

Who could have imagined that such an embarrassed fellow would be Qin Xuesheng, the Lord Sword Immortal who used to shake the sword. In the eyes of others, swordsmanship is like a gentleman, with a tough temperament, upright, uncompromising, and never playing tricks. But the sound of Qin Xue has subverted everyone's imagination.

He deceived thirty-six continents, set up a shocking plan, and destroyed their layout in one fell swoop.

Oh, a good method.

There was irony in his eyes.

But what if you have such a way to reach the sky?

The woman who was as weak as Tantai looked at her with a smile and spoke, but she couldn't rub a grain of sand in her eyes. She was kind to you, and she could do everything she could to **** the Heavenly Daojing for you and face the chase of 36 continents for you. But she doesn't want to be nice to you, that's kindness, she doesn't say anything, and she is wayward and outrageous.

Sang Yu's heart ached again.

What qualifications does he have to laugh at Qin Aisu?

That man, at least once received her wholehearted contribution, but he was used and betrayed by her from beginning to end.

There is no trace of warmth.

She really thought that the devil would not be tempted?

Sang Yu laughed at herself.

He heard an exclamation from the horizon again.

He subconsciously reached out to hold it.

Not only him, Naqin Aisu also made such a gesture, but--

Someone else picked her up.

No, it's a sword.

Sang Yu's face cramped with anger.

What's this, he fought with Qin Aisu for a long time, only to let a sword miss it? !

"I failed to cross the robbery."

Such a weak vomited blood, air like a gossamer.

"I'm just, I know it's not okay."

The main reason is that she doesn't have the state of mind.

Jun Buxian put another pill into her mouth to get her blood back.

He lay down for a while, feeling alive again, complaining about this erring sword, "We have all agreed, why didn't you bump into it just now?"

The young Baiyu's earlobe dangled with green beads, and the fringe swept across her cheek.

He said calmly, "My lord forgot."

"I don't care." He kicked his legs so weakly, arrogantly, "Look, I was split like this by lightning, so what is the difference with the charred salted fish! I'm dark! I'm not beautiful!"

She slightly estimated her physical condition and could live for more than a hundred years.

The green tea essence that loves beauty is autistic.

"There is a difference." Jun Bujian looked serious, so weak that he thought he was going to comfort her, and finally heard something like this: "The charred salted fish has the outermost black skin, and it can be eaten, and you can not eat."

So weak: "..."

This guy really said the most impure things with a pure face.

Jun Buxian hugged her and fell to the snow.

As soon as she saw the sound of Qin Xue not far away, the other party looked lonely, so she hurriedly buried her head on the boy's chest.

"Hurry up and get out of here, I don't want to see your master!"

You don't see him, he hesitated, but he still listened to her obediently.

The young sword spirit thought to himself, the love and hatred of men and women in the world is really hard to understand, she wants to accept her master... it will take some time, right?

A sword solemnly made the decision.

——Before that, he will guard her for the master.

Under the strong request of Biaowei, they did not return to Taijingmen. Instead, they went to Parrot Island, which was listed as the preferred retirement city by Biaowei, and also the land of mortals. Although they have undergone the impact of the magic eye, most of the buildings are well preserved. Popularity is also good.

They bought a small yard, planted some sweet-scented osmanthus trees, and lived there for a long time.

Although the sword spirit boy didn't understand the "good old life" in his weak mouth, he also felt that she was too lazy. He has followed his master for more than a thousand years, has always been diligent in repairing, and has never had a day of relaxation.

Jun Buyan couldn't help asking, "Aside from reading books, planting flowers, raising pigs, and walking around, can you do anything else?"

"So..."

Weakly touched his chin, "I don't seem to have been to the land of Huajie Liuxiang."

Don't see you turn around, pull the door of the yard without a word, and easily lift a large water tank, firmly against the door.

He clapped his hands and looked at her frantically with his waist crossed. The little expression was clearly "My lord, let's see how you sneak out."

So weak: "..."

Do you need to be so naive.

After living alone with one sword for three years, Jun Buxian not only failed to correct his weak habits, but was brought into a small ditch by her and never returned. In addition to practicing swordsmanship, he also learned to carry water, chopping wood, burning stove, making wine, weaving baskets, putting incense, worshiping gods, setting off firecrackers, cutting pig grass, washing pigs' bodies, and serving pigs.

Jun Bu see felt at a loss more than once, why he dignified the treatment of the ancient magic sword reduced to the piglet coffin.

After he was finished, he threw the bowl into his arms, so weak, and ran away.

"..."

It doesn't matter if he cooks, why does he wash the dishes?

A **** woman, she will enslave him!

Jun Budun felt angry and went to wash the dishes, and the little ancestor walked around again and lay on his back.

"I want to eat peaches. Go outside and see if there are any wild peaches to buy!"

You don't see and turn a deaf ear.

Such a weak voice burst into tears, "Without peaches to eat, what is the meaning of this life!"

"……I'll buy."

"Seeing it is the best."

She was delighted.

You don't see feeling suffocated.

I always feel that this name is scolding him.

You don’t see the blessing bowl with well water, clean it and put it in the cabinet. He digs out the purse from the house, picked up another diabolo basket in the yard, and went straight out the door.

It rained just last night, the bluestone road was wet, and the air was filled with the smell of rain mixed with soil.

The neighbors in the neighborhood were very enthusiastic and greeted them one after another.

"Ouch, Xiao Langjun is out again."

Jun Buxian replied with a sharp glance, "Buy her peaches, madam, do you know where there are delicious wild peaches to buy today."

"Yes, there are, but it's farther away, in East Street."

"Ok, thank you."

He lifted his foot and walked.

The neighbours were whispering.

"This young man is really handsome, hardworking and considerate."

"Yes, but his little lady is as beautiful as an immortal, so it doesn't hurt."

Jun Bu Jian is the body of the sword, and he can hear all the sounds around him very clearly.

This is not the first time people are talking about them.

From the flustered explanation at the beginning, he is now calm and calm.

Sword Spirit didn't know it yet, something had already affected him imperceptibly.

He thought as he walked.

Little lady.

Listening to it is gentle and gentle, which makes him unaccustomed. That woman should be a little tigress with a knife in her smile.

And what they said was "pain", and he was always puzzled.

Is everything he did to "pain" her? Is this "pain"?

It's weird.

Don't understand.

Don't see distracting thoughts, and walked to East Street. Sure enough, he saw an old man selling peaches. He squatted down and carefully picked several peaches in the basket. She was used to eating thin-skinned, fleshy, perfect-looking ones. After choosing Taozi, he thought about it for a while. Her clothes seemed to be worn out, and Zhu Chai had to buy her hair rope.

After going around Dongjie, his bamboo basket was full and his money bag was deflated.

Don't you see, go back.

He paused.

A young man stood under the eaves not far away. He was in a black robe, his face was pale, his eyes were blue and gray, and his eyebrows seemed to be under heavy pressure, as if the lamp had dried out.

He was silent, and approached with his head down.

Qin Xuesheng coughed, and took out a small green crane porcelain bottle from his sleeve. The wrist bones were extremely thin and hard. "This is Yannian Dan. You can melt it in tea and let her drink it."

Jun Bujian pursed his lips, "She doesn't drink tea."

The young man was taken aback for a moment, lost as a soul, and muttered, "Is that right, I don't know."

He hasn't seen her for three years, but he feels that things have changed suddenly.

She stopped drinking tea.

She stopped visiting the temple fair.

The peach blossom cake that I once loved was also left out.

He doesn't know anything.

She was slowly pulling away from his memory of the sound of the piano, from familiar to unfamiliar, from strong to light, like a piece of burnt sandalwood.

And he couldn't save it.

Qin Xuesheng lowered her eyes and concealed her voice, "Then change to another method."

You see nodded.

The boy returned to the yard, so weak rushed to greet him, drove people to wash the peaches, and took part in the peeling job by the way.

At night, you don’t see anyone boil water for a bath.

The fire light reflected on the young man's face, and he absently threw two more fire talismans.

This led to-an extra bucket of hot water.

The weaker pursues the virtues of diligence, thrift and housekeeping. He is ready to wash twice, and a drop of water can't be wasted, but he heard the boy say, "I'll wash it."

She looked at him in shock.

World anecdote, does the sword take a bath too? !

However, she still agreed to his request and generously contributed her own bathtub.

You don't have to look at her with a low voice, "No. I don't need your things."

So weak and very angry, "You look down on my bucket! I will brush it clean!"

Young Piao Piao said, "Isn't that what I did."

She choked.

"Although this is the case, you can't look down on people! How come my bucket is not worthy of you!" So weak, he straightened his chest, and was never afraid of losing in a fight.

She speaks for her bathtub sincerely!

The young man's eyebrows were tight and seemed to be suppressed to a certain point, and suddenly erupted and knocked her against the screen.

His brows and eyes were irritable, and a gloomy strand was entwined.

He questioned her in a low voice.

"Do you really don't understand or pretend you don't understand? You have done such intimate and excessive things with him, but you still don't know how to maintain a sense of proportion with men?"

"What man? Are you talking about you?" Looking at him so weakly and strangely, "I didn't treat you as a man, aren't you just a sword—"

Sword you ghost!

The young man bit her lips like a vent.

The blade is average, and it's straight forward.

So weak stunned.

Who can tell her that this is a dream, and a sword will do her hands and feet!

"You are crazy!"

He was so weak trying to push him away, but he was hugged tighter. His voice was hoarse, "I'm...can't you? I'm a sword spirit, so I can't be with you? The place you have been to, Jinluzhou, Yunwu Ling, Liuli Temple, Lingzi Xiaotianwaitian, I am here too. How he holds your hand and kisses your lips, I have seen it all."

"On the day you married, I took you."

"On the day you gave up, I was with you."

"On the day you crossed the catastrophe, I protected you."

Sword Spirit's body is cold, but his mind is like coals in a furnace, "I... can't it? Can't it?"

His dark eyes were squinting, and he was extremely aggrieved.

So weak felt that he was really stunned by the beauty of the moment, and even said, "It's not impossible..."

On the second day, she consciously returned to the cage, holding the quilt and froze all morning.

This is **** ridiculous!

The sword spirit was also very nervous and tied her clothes awkwardly.

He became more and more panicked and went down directly.

Changed back to a sword.

Damn it.

Fell at her feet.

So weak: "..."

Fajian pretended to be dead for a while, then suddenly rushed out of the window, and after flying thousands of miles outside, he went straight back, clicked, rolled at her feet, turned into a human form, and dressed her again.

The sword spirit calmed a lot this time.

She was so weak that she suspected that this kid had learned something outside, but it was a pity that she had no evidence to prove him.

In a blink of an eye it came the eve of Mid-Autumn Festival in the world.

There is a tradition of burning lamps in Parrot Island, especially after a catastrophe, people are eager to drive away evil spirits with joy.

So weak and did not go out, and the sword spirit boy set up lanterns in the yard.

At first, it was necessary to cut the bamboo strips, so weak that it directly made Jun Bujian return to his original shape, and took the sword to cut the bamboo.

Don’t you see: "...Let me do it, you hold me, it feels weird."

So weak: "What's weird? I wiped you with a cloth before!"

Don't you see: "..."

After grandma's tossing is over, Jun Buxian can finally use his body as a human teenager.

He helped to knit, but so weakly stained with ink, he wrote on the paper.

"Well...what should I write?"

Jun Buxian replied straightforwardly, "Isn't it enough to write congratulations on the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

His eyes were so weak, "So you are a sword, and you don't understand women's thoughts."

Jun Bujian said indifferently, "Then next time I don't cook or wash dishes, I won't bathe you pigs."

The weaker hurried over to appease the fragile sword, the other hand pressed the semi-formed lantern with one hand, and the other hand picked up the back of her head and asked for a kiss.

"I feel bad, so please love me tonight."

The sword spirit spoke neatly.

He is very direct, never knows how to turn around, want to do it, and he will not hide it.

So weak squeezed his face, "First finish the lantern!"

Jun Bujian nodded, his hands were fast, and he made thirty-six in one breath.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, a thousand hectares of glazed fire was ignited in Parrot Island.

The young Taoist priest came to a courtyard with the shadows of lights all over the floor. Holding a bamboo lantern in his hand, he wrote the mystery of being in Lingzi Xiaotian Waitian.

Qin Xuesheng stood in front of the station for a long time, her wrists trembling, and her breath slightly.

He couldn't let go of his younger sister.

Even if there is only a slim hope, even if his pride is shattered, he wants to make the junior sister change her mind.

Qin Xuesheng took a deep breath, raised her hand in anxiety, about to knock on the door.

The bright light suddenly fell.

He was startled.

A slender bamboo pole sticks out from the yard, and a bamboo lantern is tied at the top. The candlelight makes the words clear.

One man, one sword, one pig for a hundred years.

From the other side of the wall came the sound of Xisuosuo.

"Have you **** yet? I feel sore!"

"Um...wait."

"You are so slow!"

"It's coming, it's coming, don't be angry, I'm really going to heal soon!"

The voices of men and women turned from high to low. She blamed him, and he coaxed her, strange and harmonious in the night of lights.

After a while, the bamboo lanterns were not shaking, as if they had found a most secure and proper place, and slowly settled down, like a man and a woman. From marriage to home settlement, the flowers and the children and grandchildren are full, and then go to the white head together.

After the noise, everything settled down.

For other people with illusions, this kind of stability is like a repulsive force, refusing to let him in.

Qin Xuesheng lowered her head utterly.

His lantern... doesn't seem to exist anymore.

Qin Xuesheng held the lantern and slowly left the white-walled yard. On the dark side of the road, she held the lantern and gently blew out the swaying flame of the lantern.

There are three thousand lights, but nothing is for me.