MTL - Ascending, Do Not Disturb-~ 127. Pearl

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"If Jin Yuezong is not willing to stop," Hong Yan stood up and sneered. "The rest will not be cared for by Jin Yuezong."

When she walked past Mou Zong, she stopped her steps: "If you are with a girl you like, you may be hurting you, you can't fly, you are willing?"

"With her, happy and flying. If there is no her, what is the significance of flying or not?" Yan Zong arched the ceremony: "The good deeds of the real people, but the younger generation can not accept."

Red words saw his eyes change a few times, like anger and regret, but like emotions, she turned her head and said faintly: "Let's think about it again, if you regret it, come back to me."

"The younger generation will not regret it." Mou Zong replied that he was not ill, not like the Maotou eager to swear, it is more like a choice after thinking twice.

The red words ignored him and walked out of the hall. Outside the hall, the silver moonlight is everywhere, and one person stands outside. I don't know how long it has stood, the bright and bright head, reflecting the faint moonlight.

When he saw the red words, he looked up: "Red words are real people."

"More deep, why is the master still here?" Red words picked up the level, the red cloak fluttered in the night wind, brilliant and lonely.

"The poor are waiting for the real person to come out." Master Dust does not care about the coldness of the red words. He follows the red words. "The real person, although the life is destined, but there are also changes, perhaps Zhongzheng’s life is already partial. It’s also possible to move."

The red-faced real person slowly walked forward and did not speak for a long time. Just when she thought that she would not speak out, she said in a red voice: "The life of Zhongzheng's real life involves heaven. When he deduced his life, I and the brothers have been closed for more than ten years before they recover." The fate can be easily changed."

"Maybe there is a problem with Zhongkai, the whole world of comprehension." The red words looked up and looked at the starry night sky of the moon star. "The heavens don't let us have the opportunity to soar in the real world, and we struggle to use it."

"Have you ever thought that if someone who is similar to Zhongzheng's real life is born?" It is still a kind of good-looking appearance.

"Whether it is said that such a person is rare in a thousand years, it is said that the fate of a man is weak and easy to die. If there is such a person, we cannot be unaware of the whole world of comprehension." Indifference, "If the fate is so easy to change, what is the fate?"

The dust is lingering and he stops watching. He looks at the red dust for a long time: "The red dust is real, at the beginning..."

"The night is deep." The red dust has a pair of cold eyes. She looks at the dusty eyes and can't open the ice. "Master, leave."

Round dust hands together: "Please."

Red words returned to the guest house, and several apprentices were still waiting for her in the yard: "If I return late in the future, you don't have to wait for me, rest early."

"Yes." Several apprentices saw the situation and retreated.

Walking in the last face of Forsythia, looking at the Frosty Master, he took the courage to stop and turned to look at the red words and said to her: "Master, there is something to sue Master."

"There is nothing to say tomorrow." Red words frowned slightly, "Retreat."

"Yes..." The courage of the drums disappeared without a trace in the cold eyes of the red words. She hanged down and her hands were full of chill.

On the sword front, when sitting on the boulder, he counted the Lingshi in the bag, but no matter how many, there are only a few hundred inside. Therefore, all of them are treasures of Bao, why did they specially send her such a small stone?

When Miao Zong came back, he saw that he was counting down the number of Lingshi. The serious little appearance was so cute that he was soft.

"Are you coming back?" He looked up and smiled at him and patted the open space around him. "Come and sit."

Mou Zong came down from Feijian and sat down with his sly look. "The genius officially started after the exchange meeting. I will take you to Peicheng tomorrow."

"Okay." He nodded, and the money bag in his hand was shaken in front of the Ancestral Hall. "Why did you give me these stones?"

"These Lingshi..." Mou Zongxiao, "For me, it is also a special meaning."

I heard that there was a special meaning, and I didn’t want to take the bag away: "Then I have to take it well."

Seeing her like this, Mou Zong laughed and leaned over and stole a kiss on her face.

Covering his face, his cheeks were slightly red, and his head was buried in the arms of Mou Zong.

The night is just right, the beautiful man is with me, it’s really a beautiful thing.

When he was sent back to the house, he came across Toshigawa.

Bichuan looked at the yard where the eye was located, and looked at the ancestors from the yard. He turned his head silently. When he did nothing, he turned and walked away. His footsteps are getting faster and faster, and he quickly disappeared into the sight of Mou Zong.

Mou Zong: "..."

He returned to his yard, waiting for a long time Lin Biao handed him a stack of paper: "The son, all the shops in Peicheng street information are here, you take it and look slowly." Which information is detailed to which The dishes are delicious, and the jewelry that is most innovative is summed up.

“Thank you.” Miao Zong took the paper with ink and entered the room.

Looking at the back of Mou Zong, Lin Biao finally understood why he was so worried about the hundreds of years in front of the son, because it was all for the better toss him in the future.

The toss that has been saved in these years has been used for the past two years.

When I woke up the next morning, I was still confused. When did she sleep last night? Washed and dressed up, see a few brothers and sisters shrinking behind the door, a look of the look of excitement, could not help but speed up the pace, the door stood outside the emperor.

Today's ancestral sect is a little different from the past. In the past, the ancestors always wore a plain white. Although they still wear light-colored robes today, they have gorgeous embroidered patterns on their clothes. Even if they walk in the bustling crowd, they will be particularly conspicuous. .

He ran to the side and walked to him, whispered: "After waiting for a long time?"

"No, I just came out." Yan Zong took her hand. "It's still early, no hurry."

He whispered and whispered in the ear: "The clothes you wear today are very good."

桓宗眸色色暖暖: "You like it."

The Yunhuamen disciple hiding behind the door is in a complicated mood.

"The two are like this. The sisters still insist that they are good friends. It is really..." Ling Hui screamed, "Zhong Yuzhen is such a beautiful appearance, and he is dressed in a gorgeous manner. Today, I went to the city to visit, who is not? Know the affection between them?"

"Yes." Li said nodded. "Uncle Ling Hui, I also think that Zhongzheng real people have dressed up today."

"Men." Ling Hui shook his head and said, "A man who is re-examined and has a cold personality will start dressing up in front of a woman he likes. People are always in love."

"You know so much." Li Rou looked at the wisdom.

Linghui: "Where is it."

It’s all good to teach.

Peicheng, a place of rich aura, some wealthy scattered repairs, will try their best to buy real estate in Peicheng and get the household registration in Peicheng. Here is the holy place of cultivation and a symbol of identity.

The scattered people gathered together and said that when they came from, they mentioned that Peicheng seemed to have enough points.

The prosperity of Peicheng does not need to be described. He and Zhaizong walked side by side on the street, listening to the voices around them, screaming, and couldn’t help but say, "Zhu Zong, let’s find a place to sit first?"

"Okay." Mou Zong took her hand and looked around. Lin Biao told him that there was a tea house nearby. The storyteller could tell a very simple story. I don't know where it is?

After walking no more than two steps, he saw a sign hanging next to the door of the book, which read, "The promise of life is sold out, please wait for the next batch."

"The book of Miao's pen is finally liked by many people." He said cheerfully, "It's very good." After she came to the realm of cultivation, Miao's book gave her a lot of inspiration, but unfortunately he wrote the book. It is always not selling well. Seeing him now, he was finally welcomed, and he was very happy.

For her, the wonderful pen is a friend she has never seen before, accompanied by her growth, accompanied by her flustered heart when she first came to repair the real world.

"Mother, I want that." Not far from there is a wooden carving stand, which is engraved with a lot of small dolls, one by one, and surrounded by many children.

I couldn't help but look at the stalls. She remembered that some of Jing Hongdi's daughter had many such delicate dolls. When she was a child, she envied for a long time, and secretly pinched several dolls on the window sill.

It is a pity that the dolls are not only ugly, but will be chapped after the sun is over. You can't paint good-looking facial features on your face, and you can't wear pretty little clothes on it.

Yuzong loosened his hand and walked to the stall. He bent over a group of children, selected some of the most exquisite dolls, and bought a lot of small clothes.

The stall owner saw Miao Zong wearing extraordinary clothes and collecting money to please him: "The son is also bought for the Pearl of the Pocket? You can rest assured that these clothes are made of the finest fabrics, which makes Yuan like it very much."

"The Pearl of the Pocket..." Mou Zong looked back and waited for his embarrassment on the street. His eyes were full of gentleness. "It is indeed my apple."

Holding the bought doll, walked to the side of the donkey and put the box with the doll in her hand: "Go, my pearl."

He held the box and licked some sour eyes. He laughed and said, "Hey, where is my mother-in-law?" When she was with the little vendor, she could hear clearly, what was the pearl of her hand, was he born? ?

"Your mother is in my eyes." Yanzong looked at her gently.

He saw his eyes in his eyes and had his own clear figure. She snorted: "It's cheap for me."

"Look at me, it is the pearl, it is the sweetheart." In the eyes of Yan Zong, I got a little smile on the stars. "You are not my pearl, who is it?"

Looking at the man in front of me, holding the wooden box, she seems to be back when she was young. She was holding her sleeves and secretly hiding in the yard and holding a clay doll. Suddenly she pulled out a golden doll in her mud. Said that he wants to go home with her.

"I understand." She closed her eyes and smiled. "Yu Zongtang, your pearl is still hugged and raised, or you will not leave."

She was laughing, who knows that Zong Zong really bent down and said to her: "Come, come up."

There are noisy crowds and streets with dust. But the handsome man bent down and let her forget everything.