Chapter 770
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"Yu Pengfei, what are you doing these days
On the road leading to the Central University, Yu Pengfei and Yumiao walk side by side, and then the white and snowy little girl fish fry raises her right hand and puts it to her mouth. He stretched out his tongue and gently licked the sweet sugar man. His big eyes narrowed and his voice of inquiry came out.
Hearing the speech, Yu Pengfei hesitated for a few moments, then began to reply:
"I, I just follow my grandfather around the Shenjing city. Since the opening of Shenjing station, many people have flocked into our Shenjing City, which is lively, but it also makes my grandfather very busy recently."
After Yu Pengfei finished speaking, he gently retracted his right hand behind him, so that the little girl beside him could not see the wound which was torn by too much practice of knife wielding. Then his eyes lit up and he said in a loud voice:
"but you know, yesterday, just last night, a big event happened!"
"Your majesty and I have won the battle
Speaking of this, he was licking the fry of tangren'er, showing a strong color of pride. His whole chest was raised and his face was smiling, as if he had won the battle of life and death. However, Yu Pengfei, the baby beside him, was also full of pride. His expression was almost the same.
Then Yu Pengfei's eyes were shining and his fist was tightly clenched. His yearning voice came out:
"I really want to see how the real friars are fighting. It must be extremely powerful and kill every step of the way."
"Then you should seize the time to read. The old man said that if you want to practice, you must at least understand books."
Fish fry this voice, next to the face of Pengfei suddenly a bitter, some chagrined patted his head.
A moment later, the fry licked the last bit of sugar man in his hand, then narrowed his eyes contentedly and looked at the large number of children carrying cloth bags to the hall to listen to the lecture.
All of a sudden, the girl's delicate face, eyebrows slightly wrinkled, showing a little unhappy look, at the same time, the original forward Happy forward pace is also a little slow.
Yu Pengfei, who was beside him, fixed his eyes on the front and changed his expression slightly. Then his right hand moved back quietly, ready to hold the handle of the wooden knife behind him.
On the road in front of them, a group of young children in royal robes are coming face-to-face. These people are headed by a fat little baby. Perhaps their family background is still good, which makes the young children who come along are generally much taller than those around them.
After that, the fish fry stepped forward and protected Yu Pengfei behind him. His eyebrows stood up and he said in a low voice:
"Pang Dun, with so many people, are you coming to revenge? Are you going to be beaten by your aunt again? What about your wooden sword that never leaves you
After the fish fry roared, the chubby baby would fight back as usual. Although he was beaten by the fry almost every time, he could not find the north. However, today, it is not only him, but also behind him. The children are all drooping their heads, showing listlessness and low morale.
Then the fat little baby raised her head and looked at the fish fry. With a shriveled mouth, she began to cry: "my father lost the sword. In the morning, my father suddenly said that there was no way for me to touch the sword. WOW!"
After saying that, the opening of the baby can no longer control, tears and crying, this time to do its opposite fish fry and the nearby baby were flustered, at a loss.
In fact, this crying baby is just a tiny miniature of the sword cultivation in summer this morning. However, for those who wake up and find their way is cut off, this kind of mood is far from the representation of crying.
It was a hopeless situation in which the future of practice was completely dark and boundless. It was like a traveler who had been trekking on the road of thorns. Suddenly, he found that the road in front of him had become an abyss, and he could not turn back.
Therefore, this morning, when the light dispels the darkness and millions of people celebrate with carnival, there is a deep and gray sword repair war.
White Emperor Palace, royal garden.
With the arrival of spring, Baidi palace, the garden that gathers the most precious flowers in the vast land of Shenzhou, has entered the recovery season completely. Under the colorful flowers blooming, bursts of flower fragrance accompanied by the breeze blow around, and blow to the green sky.
"Your Majesty, don't move. Let me see the wound on your face."
Under the dark sky wood, a gentle voice sounded, and then Zhao Yu, who dominated the whole summer, was wearing a black uniform. Like a student listening to his teacher's lecture, he sat still.
At Zhao Yu's side, rouge leaned over her body, stretched out her right finger, and gently smeared it on the young emperor's right cheek after gently wiping it in a delicate small jar. With a trace of fear in her big eyes, she continued to gently open her mouth and said:
"Your Majesty, although the wound on your face is not big, it is still a little deep. If you go up a few points, it will be a wound It's in my eyes. "The rouge leaned over her body and smeared it gently. Therefore, under the sunlight, Zhao Yu could clearly see some fluff on the girl's white face. Then the corners of her mouth lifted up and showed a smile. She deliberately increased the volume and responded:
"the wound is not in the way. Murong and the sword are too sharp, so it will take a few days to heal itself. Rouge, you should not worry about it."
When Zhao Yu opened his mouth to respond, a little heat was thrown directly on the Rouge's face in front of him. Then, in the eyes of the young emperor, Rouge's cheek turned red, just like a sweet and delicious red apple.
then Rouge blinked, and looked straight at the upper part of Zhao's body and looked at the handsome face of the young emperor. He continued laughing and saying, "
," Your Majesty, before the concubine, he had nothing to do, picked up the essence of the flowers in the Imperial Garden, and put together the cleansing water and the fountain of life to modulate the cream. Maybe it has some effect on the wound and can heal quickly. "
The faint voice of rouge fell, and Zhao Yu's eyes brightened, because he felt that there was an extremely cool feeling in the wound. After the cool, it was numb and itchy.
After stepping into the realm of the birth and death of the palms, Zhao Yu, who had complete control over his whole body, could feel that the original Kendo edge of the wound was disappearing, and the wound was healing, and it was completely disappeared in an instant.
"The effect of this cream is beyond my imagination. Maybe it will be of great use in the future."
For his wife, Zhao Yu naturally is not stingy praise, Rouge's eyes narrowed, showing a big smile, she smiles, countless flowers in the royal garden have opened more.
Exhibition Yan a smile hundred beautiful life, colorful without color.
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"Yu Pengfei, what are you doing these days
On the road leading to the Central University, Yu Pengfei and Yumiao walk side by side, and then the white and snowy little girl fish fry raises her right hand and puts it to her mouth. He stretched out his tongue and gently licked the sweet sugar man. His big eyes narrowed and his voice of inquiry came out.
Hearing the speech, Yu Pengfei hesitated for a few moments, then began to reply:
"I, I just follow my grandfather around the Shenjing city. Since the opening of Shenjing station, many people have flocked into our Shenjing City, which is lively, but it also makes my grandfather very busy recently."
After Yu Pengfei finished speaking, he gently retracted his right hand behind him, so that the little girl beside him could not see the wound which was torn by too much practice of knife wielding. Then his eyes lit up and he said in a loud voice:
"but you know, yesterday, just last night, a big event happened!"
"Your majesty and I have won the battle
Speaking of this, he was licking the fry of tangren'er, showing a strong color of pride. His whole chest was raised and his face was smiling, as if he had won the battle of life and death. However, Yu Pengfei, the baby beside him, was also full of pride. His expression was almost the same.
Then Yu Pengfei's eyes were shining and his fist was tightly clenched. His yearning voice came out:
"I really want to see how the real friars are fighting. It must be extremely powerful and kill every step of the way."
"Then you should seize the time to read. The old man said that if you want to practice, you must at least understand books."
Fish fry this voice, next to the face of Pengfei suddenly a bitter, some chagrined patted his head.
A moment later, the fry licked the last bit of sugar man in his hand, then narrowed his eyes contentedly and looked at the large number of children carrying cloth bags to the hall to listen to the lecture.
All of a sudden, the girl's delicate face, eyebrows slightly wrinkled, showing a little unhappy look, at the same time, the original forward Happy forward pace is also a little slow.
Yu Pengfei, who was beside him, fixed his eyes on the front and changed his expression slightly. Then his right hand moved back quietly, ready to hold the handle of the wooden knife behind him.
On the road in front of them, a group of young children in royal robes are coming face-to-face. These people are headed by a fat little baby. Perhaps their family background is still good, which makes the young children who come along are generally much taller than those around them.
After that, the fish fry stepped forward and protected Yu Pengfei behind him. His eyebrows stood up and he said in a low voice:
"Pang Dun, with so many people, are you coming to revenge? Are you going to be beaten by your aunt again? What about your wooden sword that never leaves you
After the fish fry roared, the chubby baby would fight back as usual. Although he was beaten by the fry almost every time, he could not find the north. However, today, it is not only him, but also behind him. The children are all drooping their heads, showing listlessness and low morale.
Then the fat little baby raised her head and looked at the fish fry. With a shriveled mouth, she began to cry: "my father lost the sword. In the morning, my father suddenly said that there was no way for me to touch the sword. WOW!"
After saying that, the opening of the baby can no longer control, tears and crying, this time to do its opposite fish fry and the nearby baby were flustered, at a loss.
In fact, this crying baby is just a tiny miniature of the sword cultivation in summer this morning. However, for those who wake up and find their way is cut off, this kind of mood is far from the representation of crying.
It was a hopeless situation in which the future of practice was completely dark and boundless. It was like a traveler who had been trekking on the road of thorns. Suddenly, he found that the road in front of him had become an abyss, and he could not turn back.
Therefore, this morning, when the light dispels the darkness and millions of people celebrate with carnival, there is a deep and gray sword repair war.
White Emperor Palace, royal garden.
With the arrival of spring, Baidi palace, the garden that gathers the most precious flowers in the vast land of Shenzhou, has entered the recovery season completely. Under the colorful flowers blooming, bursts of flower fragrance accompanied by the breeze blow around, and blow to the green sky.
"Your Majesty, don't move. Let me see the wound on your face."
Under the dark sky wood, a gentle voice sounded, and then Zhao Yu, who dominated the whole summer, was wearing a black uniform. Like a student listening to his teacher's lecture, he sat still.
At Zhao Yu's side, rouge leaned over her body, stretched out her right finger, and gently smeared it on the young emperor's right cheek after gently wiping it in a delicate small jar. With a trace of fear in her big eyes, she continued to gently open her mouth and said:
"Your Majesty, although the wound on your face is not big, it is still a little deep. If you go up a few points, it will be a wound It's in my eyes. "The rouge leaned over her body and smeared it gently. Therefore, under the sunlight, Zhao Yu could clearly see some fluff on the girl's white face. Then the corners of her mouth lifted up and showed a smile. She deliberately increased the volume and responded:
"the wound is not in the way. Murong and the sword are too sharp, so it will take a few days to heal itself. Rouge, you should not worry about it."
When Zhao Yu opened his mouth to respond, a little heat was thrown directly on the Rouge's face in front of him. Then, in the eyes of the young emperor, Rouge's cheek turned red, just like a sweet and delicious red apple.
then Rouge blinked, and looked straight at the upper part of Zhao's body and looked at the handsome face of the young emperor. He continued laughing and saying, "
," Your Majesty, before the concubine, he had nothing to do, picked up the essence of the flowers in the Imperial Garden, and put together the cleansing water and the fountain of life to modulate the cream. Maybe it has some effect on the wound and can heal quickly. "
The faint voice of rouge fell, and Zhao Yu's eyes brightened, because he felt that there was an extremely cool feeling in the wound. After the cool, it was numb and itchy.
After stepping into the realm of the birth and death of the palms, Zhao Yu, who had complete control over his whole body, could feel that the original Kendo edge of the wound was disappearing, and the wound was healing, and it was completely disappeared in an instant.
"The effect of this cream is beyond my imagination. Maybe it will be of great use in the future."
For his wife, Zhao Yu naturally is not stingy praise, Rouge's eyes narrowed, showing a big smile, she smiles, countless flowers in the royal garden have opened more.
Exhibition Yan a smile hundred beautiful life, colorful without color.
www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
"Yu Pengfei, what are you doing these days On the road leading to the Central University, Yu Pengfei and Yumiao walk side by side, and then the white and snowy little girl fish fry raises her right hand and puts it to her mouth. He stretched out his tongue and gently licked the sweet sugar man. His big eyes narrowed and his voice of inquiry came out. Hearing the speech, Yu Pengfei hesitated for a few moments, then began to reply: "I, I just follow my grandfather around the Shenjing city. Since the opening of Shenjing station, many people have flocked into our Shenjing City, which is lively, but it also makes my grandfather very busy recently." After Yu Pengfei finished speaking, he gently retracted his right hand behind him, so that the little girl beside him could not see the wound which was torn by too much practice of knife wielding. Then his eyes lit up and he said in a loud voice: "but you know, yesterday, just last night, a big event happened!" "Your majesty and I have won the battle Speaking of this, he was licking the fry of tangren'er, showing a strong color of pride. His whole chest was raised and his face was smiling, as if he had won the battle of life and death. However, Yu Pengfei, the baby beside him, was also full of pride. His expression was almost the same. Then Yu Pengfei's eyes were shining and his fist was tightly clenched. His yearning voice came out: "I really want to see how the real friars are fighting. It must be extremely powerful and kill every step of the way." "Then you should seize the time to read. The old man said that if you want to practice, you must at least understand books." Fish fry this voice, next to the face of Pengfei suddenly a bitter, some chagrined patted his head. A moment later, the fry licked the last bit of sugar man in his hand, then narrowed his eyes contentedly and looked at the large number of children carrying cloth bags to the hall to listen to the lecture. All of a sudden, the girl's delicate face, eyebrows slightly wrinkled, showing a little unhappy look, at the same time, the original forward Happy forward pace is also a little slow. Yu Pengfei, who was beside him, fixed his eyes on the front and changed his expression slightly. Then his right hand moved back quietly, ready to hold the handle of the wooden knife behind him. On the road in front of them, a group of young children in royal robes are coming face-to-face. These people are headed by a fat little baby. Perhaps their family background is still good, which makes the young children who come along are generally much taller than those around them. After that, the fish fry stepped forward and protected Yu Pengfei behind him. His eyebrows stood up and he said in a low voice: "Pang Dun, with so many people, are you coming to revenge? Are you going to be beaten by your aunt again? What about your wooden sword that never leaves you After the fish fry roared, the chubby baby would fight back as usual. Although he was beaten by the fry almost every time, he could not find the north. However, today, it is not only him, but also behind him. The children are all drooping their heads, showing listlessness and low morale. Then the fat little baby raised her head and looked at the fish fry. With a shriveled mouth, she began to cry: "my father lost the sword. In the morning, my father suddenly said that there was no way for me to touch the sword. WOW!" After saying that, the opening of the baby can no longer control, tears and crying, this time to do its opposite fish fry and the nearby baby were flustered, at a loss. In fact, this crying baby is just a tiny miniature of the sword cultivation in summer this morning. However, for those who wake up and find their way is cut off, this kind of mood is far from the representation of crying. It was a hopeless situation in which the future of practice was completely dark and boundless. It was like a traveler who had been trekking on the road of thorns. Suddenly, he found that the road in front of him had become an abyss, and he could not turn back. Therefore, this morning, when the light dispels the darkness and millions of people celebrate with carnival, there is a deep and gray sword repair war. White Emperor Palace, royal garden. With the arrival of spring, Baidi palace, the garden that gathers the most precious flowers in the vast land of Shenzhou, has entered the recovery season completely. Under the colorful flowers blooming, bursts of flower fragrance accompanied by the breeze blow around, and blow to the green sky. "Your Majesty, don't move. Let me see the wound on your face." Under the dark sky wood, a gentle voice sounded, and then Zhao Yu, who dominated the whole summer, was wearing a black uniform. Like a student listening to his teacher's lecture, he sat still. At Zhao Yu's side, rouge leaned over her body, stretched out her right finger, and gently smeared it on the young emperor's right cheek after gently wiping it in a delicate small jar. With a trace of fear in her big eyes, she continued to gently open her mouth and said: "Your Majesty, although the wound on your face is not big, it is still a little deep. If you go up a few points, it will be a wound It's in my eyes. "The rouge leaned over her body and smeared it gently. Therefore, under the sunlight, Zhao Yu could clearly see some fluff on the girl's white face. Then the corners of her mouth lifted up and showed a smile. She deliberately increased the volume and responded: "the wound is not in the way. Murong and the sword are too sharp, so it will take a few days to heal itself. Rouge, you should not worry about it." When Zhao Yu opened his mouth to respond, a little heat was thrown directly on the Rouge's face in front of him. Then, in the eyes of the young emperor, Rouge's cheek turned red, just like a sweet and delicious red apple. then Rouge blinked, and looked straight at the upper part of Zhao's body and looked at the handsome face of the young emperor. He continued laughing and saying, "," Your Majesty, before the concubine, he had nothing to do, picked up the essence of the flowers in the Imperial Garden, and put together the cleansing water and the fountain of life to modulate the cream. Maybe it has some effect on the wound and can heal quickly. " The faint voice of rouge fell, and Zhao Yu's eyes brightened, because he felt that there was an extremely cool feeling in the wound. After the cool, it was numb and itchy. After stepping into the realm of the birth and death of the palms, Zhao Yu, who had complete control over his whole body, could feel that the original Kendo edge of the wound was disappearing, and the wound was healing, and it was completely disappeared in an instant. "The effect of this cream is beyond my imagination. Maybe it will be of great use in the future." For his wife, Zhao Yu naturally is not stingy praise, Rouge's eyes narrowed, showing a big smile, she smiles, countless flowers in the royal garden have opened more. Exhibition Yan a smile hundred beautiful life, colorful without color. www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
