On the corner of the street, two big men squatted together, biting meat buns in their hands, looking at the girls coming and going on the street.

The girls on the street are more conservative, some are wearing long skirts, some are more open, wearing JK uniforms, Lolita, and cheongsams or something.

The girls in short skirts have long legs wrapped in a pair of over-the-knee stockings, and the looming absolute realm reveals a touch of whiteness, giving people infinite reverie.

These strange costumes spread to Chunfeng Building, all of which were designed by Jiang Lin, and then handed over to Aunt Lin to implement.

Originally, Chunfeng Building was used to increase turnover. However, because the style is novel and good-looking, and the Demon Sect is not as conservative as the decent ones, it is naturally liked by the majority of girls, and the appearance of the Sun Moon Sect girls is generally high, so it has become a beautiful landscape.

Of course, it also caters to the appetites of major LSPs......

"Lao Fang, you still said that you don't know swordsmanship."

Looking at Fang Zhao's skirt and taking a bite of the bun, Jiang Lin said with a smile, this guy's sword aura revealed resoluteness, more like a kind of alcohol, and it felt like there was some story.

"Don't talk about it."

Fang Jiao skirt wiped her face wistfully.

"It's a sad story."

After revealing his identity, Fang Chaoqun had nothing to be awkward.

In fact, strictly speaking, there is no such thing as being exposed or not exposed, and I believe that a long time ago, Brother Jiang vaguely doubted the identity of himself and others.

A gust of wind blew gently from the street, and the skirt of a girl wearing a pleated short skirt with a good figure was gently blown, and Jiang Lin and Fang Zhao's skirt invariably stretched their necks at the same time.

The girl hurriedly pressed the hem of her skirt, and then scolded the "hooligan" a few times along the two lewd glances, and ran away with a red face.

"Pink."

"Well, with blue stripes."

The two gentlemen commented at the same time.

"Do you want to drink?" After a little episode, Jiang Lin returned to the topic again.

Jiang Lin's meaning was very clear: "Do you want to drink?" I ask you, and then you tell me stories. ”

"Is the wine good?"

"Eighty-two-year-old daughter red."

"Give me an altar."

"Where's the melon seeds?"

"I prefer to knock watermelon seeds."

Jiang Lin glanced at this anomaly: "I like sunflower seeds." ”

So, the two of them sat in front of Chen's house while squatting on the street to eat steamed buns, drinking and knocking melon seeds.

Xiaohua was also very impatient to make a saltwater duck for the two guys, and then slammed the door shut.

"Your wife is still inside?" Eating salted duck and drinking wine, Fang asked the skirt.

"Hmm." Jiang Lin nodded.

"Your wife and your other wife's mother are discussing life, seriously, Lao Jiang, I admire your ......"

"Don't talk about it." Jiang Lin sighed softly, "I have a headache......

"Anyway, Xiaohua shouldn't be your roommate, right?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Because Xiaohua was originally the personal maid of Xiaoyu, but I heard that your Xiaohua has always been treated as a sister."

"Uh...... It's better to say goodbye......" A cold sweat broke out on Jiang Lin's forehead.

I can't deal with my own little marriage, and now I still have a little flower sister, I'm afraid I don't want to hammer myself into a man.

"Forget it, don't talk about this, hurry up and tell your story, I'm idle."

Jiang Lin changed the subject.

As Aunt Lin said before, Fang Copying Skirt had something on her mind, and she seemed to want to discuss it with herself, but she never made up her mind to speak.

In other words, in fact, copying the skirt is an escape.

Maybe in Fang Zhao's heart, he was waiting for himself to force him and "force" him to say it.

Although it is a bit hypocritical to say this, for men, someone must push behind their backs, otherwise they will never take that step.

Just like not long ago, Jiang Lin looked for a house and copied his skirt to go to the wasteland to learn.

If Fang Zhao's skirt didn't want to reveal his identity, then Jiang Lin dared to guarantee that even if he pulled out his sword and put it around his neck, he would not pick up that wooden stick.

But in the end, he still picked it up, it seemed that he was "forced" by himself, but in fact, under his own push, he unconsciously obeyed his heart and made a choice.

"Lao Jiang, in fact, this is a very long story."

Jiang Lin glanced blankly: "Then make a long story short!" ”

Fang Zhaoskirt thought about it and organized the language: "I am actually a very powerful sword cultivator, and then, my natal flying sword was broken, and I am here to retire." ”

"You'd better be more complicated."

"Hmm."

Fang Zhaoskirt grabbed a chicken leg and slowly fell into his own memory killing.

"I'm actually a sword cultivator from Long Mingzhou, many people say that I am a sword genius, don't hide it from Lao Jiang, you said that you were not born at that time, I can completely say to the sword cultivators of the same era, 'Everyone here, they are all spicy ......chickens' And after I said it, others could only endure it.

How high-spirited I was at that time, Lao Jiang, you don't know, I don't know how many fairies want to give me monkeys...... Even the current sect master of the Huanxi Sect, when he saw me back then, his legs went straight limp......"

"Can we get to the point?"

"Ahem......"

Fang Zhaoskirt coughed a few times.

"Anyway, I was called a strong one back then."

"Everyone thinks I'm going to be another Ascension Realm sword cultivator, but I actually think so too......"

Fang Zhao's skirt raised her head and looked at the sky, her tone gradually deepened, Jiang Lin knew that this guy was really going to start talking about the deepest things hidden in his heart.

"Lao Jiang, you also know that I have a younger sister, but it is not my own sister, but the cousin of one of my brothers.

During a mission, my brother died, and I promised him to take good care of her sister.

She is Fang Min......

When I went to pick her up, she was only three years old, small, very cute, and to my surprise, she was extremely talented in kendo.

I brought her back to the sect, and as a Jade Pu Realm, I had already opened up a new mountain on my own, but I didn't accept a single disciple.

Compassion was my first disciple, and although she was not related to me in any way, she was equal to my sister to me.

I taught her swordsmanship, and she learned quickly and well-behaved, and as time passed, compassion became more and more slim.

But what I didn't expect was that I regarded Mercy as my sister, but Compassion didn't seem to see me that way......

When I was chatting with some girls, Mercy would pout on the side, and whenever a woman was more intimate with me, Mercy would always hold my arm and look at those women like thieves......

At first, I didn't care, thinking that compassion was just a lack of security, like a sister's dependence on her brother.

But until that time, I went to Wanli City to train......"