MTL - Congratulations, Empress-~ 277 wind up the clouds, the first stop of the 一坤
Ji Tianyi nodded and said: "This is the only clue he left."
The flower horror has not yet spoken, and Mei Er will come out. "What are you looking for?"
Ji Tianyi looked back and looked at him. "Look for him to have one thing."
"What?" Mei asked again.
"Intoxicated." Ji Tianyi is mainly anti-customer. "Do you know him?"
Mei Er sighed and shook his head: "The drunken heart has broken, you don't have to find it again."
Ji Tianyi moved and looked at him incredulously. "Master..."
Mei Er raised his hand and interrupted him. "There is no master here. He died more than ten years ago. He was ruined more than ten years ago. The moon and the moon are just a little old. You are looking for it. Wrong direction."
"I don't believe it!" Ji Tianyi stepped forward and stared at him with gaze and eagerness. "You come up with evidence!"
Mei Er’s look was cold and cold. “Ji Wuwei is already dead, and the broken heart is buried in the tomb of the old man.”
I was shocked to remember that when I buried the eyebrow cream and the flower Baimei, Mei Er did have two cuts. Ji Wuwei, Ji Tianyi, turned out to be a master.
The original excited look of Ji Tianyi gradually converges, and the raised hand is unable to hang down. For more than ten years, he has been looking for him for more than ten years. It turns out that he is close at hand, and now he is not willing to recognize himself. ?
Lost a smile, Ji Tianyi stunned the arched hand to the archer: "The moon silver hook is useless to me, so I will leave."
The flowers looked at him with horror and turned to Mei Er, but he saw his face retreat as usual, and did not explain much. The thoughts turned and she gave up. Mei Er is the master of Ji Tianyi once, but after 16 years of separation, Ji Tianyi founded the Tiangong Pavilion, and he should not have much connection with him.
The dust settled, and the horror looked out. It was dawn, even though her eyes were tired but she didn't sleep. She left the lobby and entered the secret room of Jiuyi Mountain Villa.
In the chilly room, only the lateness was kept in front of the hail.
Hearing her footsteps, Yu Xiao’s back trembled and said: “Flower, thank you...”
The flowers stunned and walked over, leaning over and stroking the white hair of Yu, and said: "When you save someone, thank you again."
尉 珏 珏 revealed a smile that is more ugly than crying, to save, it is difficult to go to heaven!
The flowers are horrified but very quiet, and the corners of the mouth are even faintly smiling, as if lying here is not a living dead but just asleep.
"How is the injury on your shoulder?" Silence for a long time, I hope to say something to break this silence.
"It’s just a flesh wound. It’s healed a few days after the dressing.” The flower horror put the dog’s tail grass ring in the palm of his hand and got up and said: “You also go to rest, let the children quiet. Sleep for a while."
Yu late knows his identity, the elderly grandmother, the weak fiancee, and the vast Jiuyi Mountain Villa are all on him. If he is not there, he can’t go on!
The morning sun was revealed, and a man was horrified to wander around the Jiuyi Mountain Villa. Yan Yan found her and put a cloak on her. He said, "Hey, sleep for a while anyway."
Stunned and sighed, leaning his shoulders slightly to close his eyes, whispered: "Let me rely on it."
Yan Yuyan avoids the wound on her shoulder and surrounds her, blocking the cold wind with her body. "The fifth road will definitely come."
The flower stunned and nodded, and for a moment, only took the good things from her sleeves and held them in her palm. He said, "This is the goodness that was given to me by death."
Lying in the palm of the hand is a small decoration of a seven-petal flower carved by sandalwood. The carvings are not so special, but there is a fragrance on the top, which is not like the smell of sandalwood.
"The seven petals are similar to the four-petal flowers of Wei Yan's eyebrows."
"I took over the books of Penglaimen," looked up at him with amazement. "It may be troublesome from now on."
Yan Yu smiled and pressed her head to her shoulder. She said softly: "Don't think about these problems anymore. From now on, you have to learn to let me share some things."
The horrified lips and lips gave a warm smile, and drilled into his arms, deeply smelling the scent of his clothes, which made her feel at ease.
"If the fifth road has not arrived since dawn, I intend to go to Baihua Valley with my nephew." After stopping for a while, she said again, "There are people in Baihua Valley who have a good job in the face, but also a long-lived person. If it is true in the world, The medicine that comes back to life, I am afraid that the chance of finding it there is bigger!"
I once learned Ji Tianyi with complete enthusiasm. Now it is her turn. She understands the helplessness and helplessness that the life is passing but can’t grasp. The immortality and the resurrection of life are both a myth. Occur, let the good people live longer!
The two of them embraced the sky, the fifth road finally did not appear, and the entire mountain village was also dead, as if it had not come out of the night before last night.
The flower was horrified and frowning, just about to talk, but suddenly noticed two breaths into the villa!
She held down Yan’s arm and said, “Wait for me here!”
After that, I don’t wait for the other person’s answer to drift away.
Chasing after two breaths, but not close, now her hearing is at least several times better than in Brahma, and they don’t need to be close to identify their every move!
The two did not stay in the villa for a long time. When they left, they were slower than when they came. They looked at the big trees outside the Jiuyi Mountain Villa, flew to the tree, and looked at the two figures. Goodness and ignorance of the body.
When I flew back to the villa, Yan Yuyan came up and asked: "What happened?"
"Someone robbed the good cause and the omnipresent body." The flower was horrified.
"We will go on the road with the singer of Zhai Chizhuang." Yu Yuyan did not intend to ask.
The flower horror also has this intention, and nodded: "Good."