Late Night Tales Of The Capital

“Is it still awkward?”

The little girl who came by the fish, her eyes stared at the leaves and curiously asked.

The leaf lacks the obese goldfish in the air, shaking the fat fish tail, posing with four transparent wings, swaying and falling to the pouting cliff, then transforming into a round sac, automatically hanging When I arrived at the little girl's waist, I looked at this strange scene. Ye said that he was still swearing. "What do you think is what you want."

"I guess it's awkward." The little girl clasped her lips, turned around around the leaf, and looked at the traces of the battle that had just been on the ground. "I just saw your hand in a faraway place." If the sword is not misread, it seems to be recorded in the famous sword of Wan Jian, and one of the thirteen swords of the Spring and Autumn Sons.

"Look at the situation at the time, your first sword is to tell Nangongjie, there are days outside the sky, there are people outside, no one wants to be crazy."

The little girl turned and walked to Nalan Rongruo to squat up and down. "Let's let go of his confrontation, on the one hand to save them, on the other hand, to let Nangongjie convinced, his realm is high, but his sword Not as good as your sword."

"Nine swords only licked their flesh and blood, did not hurt their true Yuan Linghai, this is to destroy his heart." The little girl with a finger on the leaf missing, "Your sword is not a gentleman!"

"Since all wins, why not kill him directly, be careful and endless troubles." Listening to the little girl's guess, Nalan Rong, a side of her face, said with a red face, she said that she is still angry now. Why did the brothers and sisters force her to hold on?

The little girl riding the fish brows and picks up. It seems that she saw something funny. The corner of her mouth is slightly tilted up. "The killing of talent is endless. The man is Nan Gongjie. Doesn’t he have a life charm? His father is still not so embarrassed, when the time comes out of the Dragon Emperor Mausoleum, you are waiting to be chased."

Pointing at the leaf shortage, the little girl continued, "You should thank him, but he really wants to save you. Finally, he also reported his name. This is to take responsibility."

"I don't want to thank you, he is clearly a thief!" Nalan Rong suddenly shouted.

Everyone is a glimpse, and then the remaining five people in Qingqiu Jianmen think of one thing.

"The thief?" The little girl riding the fish looked confused.

"Yes, it’s the thief. We are all disciples of Qingqiu Jianmen, but we have never seen him." Nalan Rong reached out and pointed out the leaf. "How can he use our entry sword? He Where did you learn? He is not a thief!"

The expression of the lack of leaves is a bit awkward. As for the little girl riding a fish, it is a look of a sudden realization.

"I am not a thief." Ye Xiao said very surely.

"Are you a disciple of Qingqiu Jianmen?" Nalan Rong asked, "I have never seen you before, and the trial team that came to the Dragon Emperor's Mausoleum did not have your name at all."

Thinking carefully, Ye Xiaoxiao said, "I should be a disciple of Qingqiu Jianmen."

Listening to this, it should be considered that even the leaves are not sure about themselves.

"Should it be?" The little girl riding the fish held her forehead and was defeated.

Seeing that all of them are completely unbelievable expressions, Ye Xiaoshou takes a deep breath and makes a sinister look. It seems that he can't stand the pressure and gritted his teeth and said a secret look. "My master is Drunken fairy Zhao Hongding."

"Zhao Shibo!"

"Drunken fairy?"

"Hey!"

Including the little girl riding a fish, all of them have such a look, in which Nalan Rong exclaimed Zhao Shibo, the little girl riding the fish shouted a drunken immortal, and the rest of the people all sighed A tone.

As for the expression on the face of the leaf, there is no slight change, but the heart is actually sweating.

Speaking of this drunken immortal Zhao Hongding, it is really a wonderful work in the realm of cultivation. If it is not high, it will not be said. There are two hobbies, but it is definitely a ride.

One is that love is extremely drinking.

The other is that love is very good.

And often, after drunkenness, regardless of location, regardless of time, regardless of talent, everything is free, everything goes, look at the eyes, happy, it is possible to accept the disciples. Sometimes, the day before, the person who had received it, even the day after he forgot who he was.

But this drunk immortal Zhao Hongding's position in the Qingqiu Jianmen is extremely special, and even the head has no way to take him.

This has caused an embarrassing situation. Every once in a while, the Qingqiu Jianmen will welcome people who recognize the relatives. They say that they are disciples of Qingqiu Jianmen, and their masters are drunk immortals. There are small business hawkers, there are also dignitaries, and even the geisha of the brothel, which has become an anecdote in the realm of comprehension.

"Since it is Zhao Shibo's disciple, there is nothing wrong with it."

"I said it early."

"Not a shame."

"My name is Nalan Rongruo." Nalan Rong had just turned a look of anger, and now immediately changed his face, revealing two lovely big dimples, it is really moody.

Since the same one, soon everyone exchanged names, it was mutual understanding, and finally everyone looked at the little girl riding a fish.

"Dont look at me."

"My name is Li Jianqi."

"From Jingzhai."

Li Jian’s seven-way self-reported family door, and then saw Nalan Rong’s several people almost in unison saying, “Sword idiot!”

Looking at Nalan Rong’s expressions of several people, Ye lacked a look of curiosity. “Sword idiot? Is it famous?”

I think that the lack of leaves is a cheap apprentice who is temporarily taken over by the drunken immortals. Even the mountain gates have not been entered. Naturally, there is not much understanding of the things in the realm of cultivation. If Nalan Rong is consciously becoming a confusing person, "Li Jianqi, Jing Zhaizhai The close disciple is a kind of sword that was born and born. When he was eight years old, he was 13 years old and psychic. At the age of sixteen, he entered the Xingyao. In the past 100 years, he has become the most famous genius in the realm. He is also the most promising to fly the fairyland. People."

"Tale, this girl, Shenlong sees the end, but is obsessed with the extremes of practice, and loves to ride fish, hobby sword, especially the sword of the strong, the practitioner who lost in her hands, the sword will be robbed Go, so I got the name of a sword idiot."

Nalan Rong explained with excitement, explaining that while slowly moving to the side of Li Jianqi, he finally licked the sleeve of the little girl. "Excuse me, can you sign me a name? Just on my clothes." Just sign it."

"Sword mad?"

"Genius girl?"

"The future of Jingzhai?"

"Love riding a fish? Is it a sword?"

"I haven't heard it at all!" Ye missed carefully and confirmed that he had not heard the name in his mind. Even Nalan Rong had no impression of the names of six people.

I have lived in the Qingqiu Jianmen for decades. If he has not heard of it, there is only one explanation.

In front of these seven people, one counts one, it should be all died in this dragon mausoleum!

Only this kind of explanation can be said!

What's more, if it weren't for the lack of leaves, Nalan Rong would have been killed by Nan Gongjie just now, and there will be things now. The lack of leaves is like the butterfly that **** its wings. It is submerged. The world has changed dramatically with the world he has experienced.

(The first one today.)