One Piece: Flowing Blade-Like Flame

Nangong Junxiang stared at it and saw it shuttle between his palms. "This is a bit of a mental problem," he said.

Xu Yang felt that Nangong's handsome eyes were glued to his body like two pieces of cold ice, and immediately escaped from Lu Tong and ran to the stone chair. He patted twice, climbed onto the back of the open neck, lay down like a neck, and looked at Nangong Junxiang with one eye.

Seeing him like this, Zhang Yang hurriedly smiled and hid: "Maybe I'm afraid of doing it."

Nangong Junxiang looked at Zhang Yang again, and gradually softened his eyes, and said, "Do you know what the name should be?"

"This is called the soul" Zhang Yang almost blurted out the word "Xu Yang" to relax, so the two of them changed their words: "Stay."

Lu Tong came again, and continued to stretch out his hand to tease him: "Spirit?" This is a good name. "

Zhang Yang laughed twice, with a silly dry smile on his face. His eyes were connected with Xu Yang, and he sighed with relief.

Nangong Junxiang held hands and said: "Anyway, you can come back safely. You have suffered this month. Go back and rest. Your elder brother will come back and think you will come back. Every day, he will clean the room for you, wash and change clothes, and prepare meals. All right."

Zhang Yang smiled and nodded and said, "Finally, I passed safely." I held Xu Yang and stood up and said, "Master, second brother, I will go back first."

Nangong Junxiang smiled and said, "Wait a minute, tell your eldest brother to clean up the room and stay overnight. In short, there are many rooms in Yuxian Palace."

Zhang Yanggang took it back immediately. He looked at Xu Yang. He shook his head gently, smiled and replied, "No, it is too small to be squeezed out of the bed with me."

Nangong Junxiang smiled and said, "Well, don't kick it out of the bed."

Zhang Yang felt a little cold, and smiled twice: "Don't worry, teacher, I'm leaving." One step forward was as fast as the heartbeat of stepping on the room.

On that day, with everyone's enthusiastic attention, Zhang Yang ate his dinner. The visits of Liao Jinghong, Xiao Han, and Chen Liqin undoubtedly made him feel good. His escape from the dead has become a hot topic for Xuan Tianzong for some time.

Zhang Yang lay in the back mountain hot spring pool, looking up at the stars, breathing deeply in the fresh air in the mountains and forests, lazily relaxing his muscles. As a result, the brothers fell asleep, and Xu Yang's bold fantasies permeated him, moonlight projected to the bottom of the water, and three snow-white tails gleamed with silver light.

"Your master is so kind, she seems to see me coming." Xu Yang said as he scooped water to wash himself, as if to wash away the 2000-year-old dirt on his body.

Zhang Yang moved his hips, sinking himself a little deeper. "Regardless of whether the master saw it or not, if she doesn't say, just pretend she didn't see it," Ye said.

Suddenly remembering something, black smoke condensed in his hands and sacrificed the switchblade: "I forgot to ask you what this knife is. When I encountered it, it was not that ugly."

Xu Yang finally looked at the rusty spots with a knife on Youquan and said: "I heard my father say that Youquan didn’t know what kind of weird ores it was forged from. Normally, it is like scrap iron. Once it touches blood, It will shine."

When he bit his finger, he squeezed out a drop of blood and dropped it on the knife. The place where the blood was stained by the patina immediately faded and turned into a bloodshot black hair, but soon the blood was absorbed, where it was again. It's rusty. ..