"When I turned around, I noticed at that time that Fang Min was in the hands of a Confucian monk in the Jade Pur Realm!"

After taking a sip of wine, Fang Zhao's skirt sighed lightly, and her eyes were full of vicissitudes.

It's a pity that there is no smoke in this world, and Jiang Lin doesn't plan to make smoke, otherwise, if Fang Zhao's skirt is holding a cigarette at this time, coupled with this melancholy eyes, it can definitely fascinate thousands of girls!

"And then?"

Jiang Lin also supported his chin, looked at the skirt in the room, and then continued to look at the girls coming and going on the street.

"And then, that stupid (beep~~~, silenced here) monk actually let me choose one of the two! Let me hand over my thoughts, or Fang Min will die in front of me. ”

"And how did you end up choosing?"

"In the end, I gave the stupid beep of the Jade Pur Realm~~~ (silenced here) monk to the shark."

Putting down the wine jar, Fang Zhao's skirt stood up, stretched her waist, and didn't say any more, her eyes just looked ahead.

Although Fang Copy's skirt was only covered by one sentence, Jiang Lin knew that if he wanted to cover up and kill a quasi-saint of the Nine Great Academies, there would be no less trouble in the future.

"The current mercy is her reincarnation, and now the imagination of the fairy realm is her who lost her face that night."

"Lao Jiang, do you remember the rumored that there was a sword genius from Long Mingzhou who folded his life to fly the sword for a woman? That's true. ”

"Oh."

Jiang Lin also patted his ass and stood up, without asking any further questions.

Jiang Lin knew that if he insisted on asking, Fang Jiao would definitely say it, but it was no longer necessary.

Long Mingzhou's sword genius folded his natal flying sword.

Fang Min is the reincarnation of Fang Min.

I want to lose my face and step into the immortals, and I hate the world to the bone.

The end result is already saying a lot.

"Okay, let's go, Mercy is probably back, I have to go back to eat." Fang Jiao burped and waved his hand in the direction of his house.

"Hey, old house." Looking at his back, Jiang Lin shouted, "Before going to Wanli City, I want to go to the Confucian Palace in Longmingzhou first. ”

"No, I'm an otaku."

"Okay, then you wait for me, I'll go to your house and eat with your cousin."

"Made! I'll go! Can't I go! ”

Jiang Lin crooked his lips and smiled: "Remember, I'll call you when the time comes." ”

"Got it!"

"Old house."

"Lao Jiang...... Just let my sister go. ”

"What the hell, I mean you're going in the wrong direction, why did you drink too much?"

"Oh..... ..... to Ha"

The skirt disappeared around the corner.

Jiang Lin also took a toothpick, and walked towards Shuangzhu with a flushed face.

Fang Copied the skirt and got drunk, and Jiang Lin didn't have weak steps.

Monks are not easily drunk, unless they do not drink with spiritual power at all.

And no one thought that two genius sword cultivators from different eras would get drunk on the same day.

......

"Brother...... Why did you drink so much again, you obviously have to have lunch. ”

Walking back to the courtyard, a young girl with a beautiful face stepped forward.

The girl's face is not excellent, not as good as Bai Jiu Yichen marrying them, the difference is a grade.

If you really want to compare, it's similar to the lotus.

"It's okay, my brother is happy today."

Fang Copied the skirt and smiled, and fell forward when he stepped on the air, and Fang Mian hurriedly stepped forward to help.

"No..... You don't need to help..... I'm going to ...... I didn't expect Lao Jiang's eighty-two-year-old daughter to have so much red wine. ”

"What eighty-two year old daughter red?" Fang Minmin slowly returned to the room with Fang Zhao's skirt in his arms, and then threw his eldest brother on the bed.

"Really, don't drink if you don't drink, how can you drink as much as Brother Jiang......"

Fang Minmin took off his shoes, took a basin of warm water, and complained while wiping his face.

"Hey, hey, hey...... Lao Jiang he ...... The amount of alcohol is also ...... Neither...... No way...... Line ......"

Gradually, the sound of Fang copying the skirt became smaller and smaller, until it slowly disappeared......

"Really, and say that others ......"

Fang Min pouted and took off his coat, but accidentally saw his belly pocket......

"Ah!!h

In his sleep, Fang Zhao's chest was hammered heavily, and Fang Zhao's skirt shouted in his sleep, and then he continued to sleep with a few mouths.

It was just that in his sleep, a threatened man pierced the sword of the so-called quasi-saint of the Jade Pu Realm of Longming Academy, and it was wiped out.

However, although he saved his sister, he killed a Jade Pu Realm quasi-saint in Longming Academy, which was equivalent to betraying the vast world.

Due to a lot of delay, he and the two most important women in his life were blocked again, and in the process of escaping before, he was already seriously injured and could no longer leave in one breath.

However, at this time, her master had already arrived, and the woman who had torn the sky had picked up her disciple.

She tugged at his sleeve and wanted him to go along! However, he just smiled and rejected her...... Break off for her.

In fact, for him, he never thought of leaving Haoran World, all he always had to do was to send her away safely, that's all.

For her sake, he folded his natal flying sword and cut the red line of cause and effect between the two of them with a broken blade that should not exist.

The red line of cause and effect was cut off, and she gradually forgot his face, and gradually forgot her own face......

The man who had lost his cultivation was pressed into the deepest prison in the world, and declared to the world that he would be executed and killed in 20 days.

The man didn't expect anything to live, and even in the prison, he was smiling every day, just thinking that the most important sister in his life could live in peace.

It's just that in the prison, he feels that there is a piece of his heart missing! It's as if something most important has been forgotten......

But he didn't want to think about it, or rather, he didn't dare to think about it at all.

Twenty days later, the prison opened, and the first rays of sunlight shone in, and the result was not news of his execution, but of his sister's death.

In front of his sister's grave, looking at his sister's tombstone, the man who had changed his name didn't know how long he had been sitting.

At this time, the man knew that his sister went to Longming Academy to intercede for herself, and knelt for nineteen consecutive days, but Longming Academy still ignored it, and finally, on the last day, when Longming Academy was going to escort him, she held a long sword in her hand and cut herself off in front of Longming Academy, wanting to exchange her life for his life......

......

After wiping his face and helping him cover the quilt, Fang Min got up to leave.

But a hand grabbed her wrist.

"Brother?"

“...... I'm sorry...... I'm sorry....... Mercy...... Sorry ......"

On the pillow, he kept shaking his head, tears sliding down the corners of his eyes, and his brow furrowed in pain.

"It's okay...... It's okay......"

Gently smoothing his forehead, the girl smiled softly, the midday sun shone, but it was brighter than the sun.

"Mercy, never regretted it."