Halfway through noon, the wind was cold.

The daylight was dim, and the cry was deafening.

The mountains shook on Cangwu Mountain, and the earthquake made the emperor wake up faintly.

When he opened his eyes, the room was dark and gloomy, and there was no half a figure, so he couldn't help but feel stuffed. I was so depressed, I was seriously ill, and I didn't even have anyone around to take care of him, so I was really in a bleak situation.

After sleeping for too long, Tilt Junmo moved slightly, only felt a sore body, struggled to sit up, gently pushed open the window facing north, a cold wind whistled in, and the chill made him shiver, and the hand holding on the windowsill slipped and almost fell.

"Where is this?" Dumping Junmo muttered, patted his head twice, but couldn't remember, touched his hungry stomach, thinking that Xuanyuan Mo didn't know what he was busy with, and he disappeared.

He was so hungry that he had to use a nose that was more sensitive than a dog to find the fragrance and touch it into the kitchen, and swept it widely, except for the medicinal food that Dai Chun'er stewed for Shuyi to nourish the yang and nourish the kidneys, and even the Shunzi soup that Xuan Yin boiled for the painting heart.

After drinking, he became hot, and suddenly there was a faint sound of bamboo outside the window, which made his heart beat faster and restless.

Unable to control his legs, he walked to the window, he stretched out his head to look, and saw a cyan thin figure sitting not far away, curling Tingting, looking at his blood bulging, wolf-like, and the blood in his whole body suddenly roared.

Little Beauty......

Can...... Why is it inexplicably familiar?

Tilting Junmo rubbed his eyes, and when he saw the slightly feminine and half-charming side face, he suddenly became angry.

It turned out to be a man!

It's still a narrow road!

It's the stinky boy who beat himself up on the street last time!

Tilting Jun Mo stared straight at Ying Jiuqing for a while, his eyes were on fire, and the corners of his mouth slowly pulled a sinister smile.

I think he is also a dignified generation of emperors, although the tiger fell in Pingyang and was bullied by dogs, he can bear to beat him, but he can't bear to slap him in the face!

Meet on a narrow road, and the gentleman will take revenge, just today!

The anger that surged from the bottom of his heart was better than any panacea, and he was immediately resurrected with blood, and he didn't feel any pain, his hands supported the window eaves, and he jumped out lightly.

Like that day, Qian Junmo also specially imitated a similar posture, intending to take advantage of Qing Jiuying's unpreparedness and kick him in the heart.

Qing Jiuying has been asleep in the soothing incense given to him by Heguang Tongchen for the past two days, and he was also awakened by a stomp of a child in the early Qing Dynasty, and after waking up, he was still immersed in a dream and couldn't extricate himself.

One kick succeeded, before Qing Jiuying could react, he didn't wait for him to breathe, and immediately stepped on his chest with high spirits and stepped on his chest, trampling him in the snow.

"How's that, boy, feng shui takes turns. Qian Junmo learned from the appearance of Tianqing Jiuying stepping on him, punched him in the face, and said proudly, "Don't you know that sooner or later you will have to pay it back." ”

As he spoke, his nose bleededs.

Qing Jiuying raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, narrowed his eyes, and hid the fleeting killing intent in his eyes.

He was hesitant to make a move.

First, he didn't know what the identity of the kid in front of him was, why he was living in Wuxin, and second, he felt that Shuyi had noticed his abnormality, and he was afraid of revealing more clues. Read the latest chapter of "Step by Step Lotus Claw Book House" for free for the first time.