I tried to kill the heroines of luck, but they came after me

Huang Quan began to think.

What exactly is pressing on his face.

There is a soft and delicate touch from the palm.

Crude clues are not enough for an answer.

The whiteness that is difficult to see, cannot be witnessed.

Therefore, Huang Quan squeezed it with his hands almost subconsciously.

Weird touch.

There is a bit of strength hidden under the softness and delicateness.

The answer is sorry.

Still don't understand what this is.

He moved what was pressing on his face.

Sight is thus restored.

Oh, it turned out to be a beautiful boy lying on his back, with a pair of slender feet wrapped in silk stepping on his face...

"Migu?"

There was a doubtful and soft voice that sounded like getting up.

The white fox wobbled wearily and jumped out.

Like drinking too much booze.

For a moment, memory is like a tide.

He remembered everything.

Oh, so it was yesterday, there were two young people...

No, not this one.

A warrior once said: No matter how indifferent a man is, his heart is warm.

This is the origin of the term valley fever.

It's your sister!

Outrageous his father opened the door for Outrageous.

He actually fucked the beautiful boy?

Why did you not understand anything when your mind got hot yesterday?

Teachers know how to do math problems and ask: What is the process?

What about the process? !

wrong……

He means how could this happen?

People can't, or at least shouldn't.

Unless it's the guy with the pink hair riding the phantom horse.

Bah, no one can.

This spread is the death of the Southern Region.

Huang Quan got up quickly, picked up the clothes that had been hanging on the translucent screen after taking a bath, and put them on indiscriminately.

He gently opened the window.

Then he walked quickly to the window.

Then he hesitated and retreated to the bedside: "How about... take a look? I don't think he has an Adam's apple, so it is very likely that he is a woman disguised as a man."

Why is the memory of yesterday so vague?

The idea of ​​prying into reality has just arisen.

The beautiful boy on the bed turned over.

Swipe it, it's very fast.

Huang Quan jumped out of the window like a frightened bird.

During the period, because I forgot that this was the first floor, I moved too much and flashed to my waist.

He supported his waist with one hand and walked against the wall with the other.

Fortunately, there are no pedestrians on the street at this time.

Otherwise, it is hard not to suspect that such news will spread on the streets tomorrow: "The mysterious handsome man escaped through the window of the Chunfeng Building in the middle of the night, leaning on the wall and covering his waist, suspected of being exhausted, and retreating to avoid the battle."

……

"Well……"

"Wan Yu, are you awake?"

"Hmm... Grandma Jian? Huh?"

The beautiful boy turned over and prepared to adjust a comfortable position on the bed to lie down.

Hearing Grandma Jian's voice, she was suddenly startled.

She propped herself up on the bed with one hand, and sat up in shock as if she was dying.

A burst of tearing pain made her body tremble a little, and she quickly recovered: "Mr. Jian, this is me?"

"I understand everything I know, and it's useless for me to say what I don't understand. There are too many interests involved here. Knowing too much is not good for you. Let's savor it carefully."

Jiang Wanyu looked around and then at the bottom of her body.

Nose sniffed.

The strange smell is also mixed with a touch of blood: "Probably, I got it."

Grandma Jian was puzzled: "You really know? Are you sure?"

Jiang Wanyu looked at the window that was "squeaked" by the wind.

Put on her clothes as if nothing had happened, and take off the disguise that Grandma Jian gave her.

She walked slowly to the window.

The breeze was majestic, and a few strands of silver-white hair hung by her ears.

A pair of red eyes looked at the waning moon and rising sun on different sides of the sky.

"Well, the harmonizing technique, my lack of vitality and spiritual power is filled in this way."

"Wan Yu, you really know? Why didn't you respond?"

Jiang Wanyu turned over and sat on the window sill, her feet dangling slowly: "Then what else? How should I react, it's like: Ah~~~ I'm dead!"

She stretched out her hand and flicked back the window pushed by the wind: "It's still the same: woo woo woo, I'm not clean anymore..."

She intertwined her ten fingers and turned her palms outward: "Grandma Jian, do you know that I can actually live a very comfortable life with the help of my father's shadow. Do you really think that I came out to practice because of your instigation?"

As Jiang Wanyu said, his body fell into the house, and when he was about to hit the ground, he hooked his feet around the window sill, stopped his figure, formed a bow, and stretched his waist.

"I don't want to be surrounded by the warm sunshine of the courtyard, and I don't want to look back and sigh when I get old, and I don't want to be that vase that is mentioned as the young lady of the Jiang family but can't name it."

"I was born close to Tianhuo, Grandma Jian, do you know why?"

"Because I think there is wind in my blood, and fire takes advantage of the wind."

"When I was a child, I grew up listening to the stories of the world with swords. I wanted to protect those innocent and weak, so that they would no longer have to face the despair of troubled times."

Grandma Jian felt a little uncomfortable, struggling whether to tell her the truth: "Wan Yu, you think you need to calm down, and you have started talking nonsense."

Jiang Wanyu ignored Grandma Jian.

"I have always been so naive, with my own dreams in my arms, and I have been muddled for 16 years."

"It wasn't until that day that I suddenly realized that people in the world are so flustered that they can't help but look at those few taels of silver."

"Grandma Jian, do you know that I was born with a terrifying intuition, and I can vaguely perceive a person's purpose for me."

"That day, he did it on purpose. He did it for me to take a peek, and it would be of great benefit to him after I saw it."

"I'm wondering, why would it be of great benefit to him?"

"I can feel that the purpose in him is almost overflowing."

"Later, I thought about it for a long time. We were just a 'marriage relationship' that we had never met. Why did he have such a strong purpose."

"Because he saw his own shadow in me, shaken by ignorance, afraid by incompleteness."

"He said: I like your eyes, live with resentment, my stupid Miss Jiang."

"He is motivating me, mocking Miss Jiang for activating my bloodliness and making myself an inseparable obsession in my heart. I will try to challenge him with resentment and try my best to surpass him, but he showed his flaws. He It said 'my stupid Miss Jiang', not stupid Miss Jiang."

"Other than that, his layout is almost flawless. According to normal development, I should fight Tianmozong, kill him or be killed by him."

"One hundred secrets and one sparse, he is still soft-hearted. The only mistake is that he shouldn't keep the Nirvana Fruit. I didn't feel any purpose in it."

"There are only two possibilities. One is that he gave fearlessly and did not ask for anything in return. The Nirvana Fruit is definitely not something that is easy to give to the Demon Sect. He is even willing to take the risk of Nirvana. The other is that he accidentally dropped it. Naturally, there is no purpose. Of course, there is no such thing as a Nirvana Fruit. No one is so stupid as to lose it and come back to get it back... No way?"

"So, he left the Nirvana fruit not for himself, not for any benefit, maybe he was afraid that his sword would be too strong and hurt my father's life, maybe it was because I was afraid that my lifeless character would fight hard one day Just play yourself off."

"Yesterday, I heard it too."

"The sky is dark, so live in the dark. It's dangerous to make a sound, so keep silent. If you can't shine, curl up in the corner."

"Don't justify the darkness just because you are in the dark, don't be complacent about yourself, and don't ridicule those brave and fanatical retrogrades."

"We humans can be as humble as dust, but we must not be twisted like maggots."

"I can't say the nice words, but he's right."

Grandma Jian seemed to have some eyebrows: "Wan Yu, what do you mean..."

"I want to wash away the dirt I was born with."

"Fast wind swordsmanship, dark black saber, surnamed Huang, who has no idea about Lingshi, a treasure that resists heavenly fire head-on, I said, is there a more clumsy disguise in the world? The holy son of the Tianmo sect."

"Wan Yu, when did you see it? Why didn't I hear you mention it?"

"So what if I found out? Shouting to reveal his true colors? Then he beat me up and continued: My stupid Miss Jiang, hate me."

"But, Wan Yu, don't you feel any resistance afterwards..."

"Ah? I was awake all the time yesterday. It's hard to explain. It's probably an innate talent. Any ability to confuse or try to destroy my spirit is invalid. On the day you woke up, Mrs. Jian thought about it for a moment. You should be glad that you took away from me."

Grandma Jian was dumbfounded and couldn't keep up with the changes: "Ahem, don't mention that, people always think of themselves first. The first thought is that it's normal to seize the house. When it comes to business, why do you..."

"Then what about me? If I want to have nothing to do, just: I know this, I know that, I'm very smart, praise me quickly."

"No, I mean you were sober last night, then you..."

"Ahem, what are you talking about, what kind of person am I?" Jiang Wanyu's face turned red for the first time, and his eyes wandered: "I was just suddenly curious about how it feels to lose my mind. Anyway, the surroundings are safe, and the newly subdued Tianhuo is not obedient to tampering with the scene, so I fooled myself."

"I'm not very..." Grandma Jian saw the 'kind' eyes of the other party, and finally decided to swallow the word 'letter': "Tianhuo is indeed a little difficult to grasp, this is normal."

"Do you think I think so? I'm afraid that he doesn't have enough money in the ring, and he spends money lavishly. If I still use a bunch of spiritual fruits to fill up his vitality, wouldn't he be empty? It's just a last resort."

Grandma Jian gave a perfunctory smile: "Oh...that makes sense, but your conflict...is a three-year agreement."

Jiang Wanyu sat up straight, took out the black robe from the ring and put it on himself: "I have always approved of this 'fiancé'. As for the three-year contract, I saw my father hurt in front of me, and his head was really hot. After calming down, I understood everything. I am still dissatisfied with him now. The three-year contract is still the same, but I just want to punch him in the face. How dare you say I am flat???"

A little fox appeared, hanging upside down under the eaves, with a letter in its mouth, still wet.

[See you at that inn in Pingchuan City in half a year. 】

"At least, he's quite responsible, isn't he? Even if it's very likely that he thinks I'm a man."

After the little fox arrived, she used voice transmission and Grandma Jian to talk.

"Wait a minute, he thinks I'm a man? I know his identity, but he doesn't know mine. It's so interesting... I'm looking forward to half a year later."

A malicious smile appeared on her face.

"Grandma Jian, let's go, the next sky fire!"

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