Shu Hua on the Mo was so cold that he could not end his life with five sounds and five strings.

In the end, there were five sounds. Buzz, ding, dong, clang, clang! But they finally stopped. It was not that they were not qualified enough, but that they completely debilitated when the last two consecutive sounds mixed with the ding dong that had not yet dissipated, and were caught by Qin You in the air. Lian Qi and the other two disappeared at this time and place. Under Xufan, they had not heard five sounds for many years. They did not come out of the world, and now there is Yuncheng Dangxin Valley.

When he was forcing his consciousness and seeing many people with anxious and admiration, Yuncheng saw his aunt Yan Hui. He smiled slightly, warmed his heart, and immediately fell into a coma. He knew that he should be fine. After the final examination, there were no internal injuries, and after all the injuries, Yan Hui took Yuncheng away. He advised the agent leader and asked for the best trauma medicine and sent it to the side where Feng Qingsu was.

What many people still remember is the bloodstains and a cold cheek. The deep eyes were still very clear when they closed their eyes. The coldness that was quietly covered up exuded all their thoughts of paying homage. The Master of the Passing Gong - Master of the Passing Gong. At this moment, it deserves its reputation! In fact, after three sounds, I was already very impressed, but I was only 17 years old. I just thought of it as a child with yellow mouth.

If it weren't for the former leader to come out of the mountain to see the people in the sect, he wouldn't have to hit him. Although Yuncheng knew very well, he had to take this risk. Just to be able to see with his own eyes whether the old man in the family is really safe? Whether the grandmother who had never seen before and in this life really exists. Believing is the same thing, and seeing is the same thing.

Green-robed and gorgeous hair, three thousand outlined half of his waist. A beautiful face that did not belong to Yan Hui had a more vicissitudes of life. It suddenly appeared in the palace, which shocked countless people to kneel down. The head of Emei, who was acting as the head of Emei, suddenly shed tears. Looking at the completely calm face, she opened her mouth to say something, but was silently ignored. She walked out a few steps to block the snowflakes. No one was willing to cover up the footprints. She stared at the figure and walked away to the side doll.

At this moment, countless surprises broke out in the door, with red lights hanging in the colours, and half of the burning red candles were removed. The incense pillars were replaced, and one by one was arranged into symbols that they didn't understand. Still reborn? It's like rebirth! Or many years later, someone will still remember the noise of tonight. Forgot the sudden appearance of the figure, but what they can't forget is the list of eyes that are sluggish but with cold light.

A great favor that he owed! From then on, he truly entered the core of Emei. After the young master of Emei Yun Jueling, another man entered Emei's heart with great perseverance and unyieldingness. Countless people had countless questions about how the two strings that sounded in the end. Asking Qin You and others was in exchange for a roll of their eyes. Then they decided to keep silent and became an unpredictable mysterious taboo in Emei.

But too many old monsters with superb eyes have seen the difference. The fifth step that no one dared to take, the figure full of blood seemed to be different. It was not specific to it. Each had his own understanding. Or the difference he said in the previous second and the feeling in the next second were so different. Or the words were changed repeatedly, but in the end, there was still no trace of it.

I have settled my mind and waited until the master of the passing master recovered and I would not be ashamed to ask!

As the night comes, it is mostly noisy. At this moment, Yuncheng, who is untied and naked, is placed in a wooden barrel to clean, is absolutely impossible to imagine. Around him are pairs of pear blossoms and rainy eyes. Jiuer wants to clean it, and has already realized the desire to marry and follow her husband. Feng Qingsu does not refuse. Lucy is even more worried and blames herself. Three women are in a play. But three women who love to be obsessed with the gentleness and beauty that ordinary people cannot imagine.

Finally, the figure that was so shocked that Yan Hui started to cry was enough that the sad atmosphere in the room was dissipated. He waved his hand and closed the door. Yan Yun took a few steps slowly, sat on the head of the bed, and when she really touched her dear grandson with her hands, countless pity appeared in her calm heart. She didn't know what to say. All the complexity made the only male in the third generation of the family pay for the bill. It is conceivable that where did the decades of old age come from?

He pinched the horn of the quilt and hugged his dear grandson's face with lovingly kissed him. There are so many vicissitudes of life, although they are not as elegant and luxurious as Yan Hui, and their aura is very resistant to them. After being the backstage for decades, he has been the head of Emei for more than ten years. If it is said that Feng Qingsu's coldness was cultivated since childhood. The coldness of Yuncheng came from the woman in front of him. Although it was a generation later, the coldness of such coldness could make people want to get close to him, except for Yuncheng, only this coming woman had it.

When he went out, the small courtyard was falling snow. Yan Yun stood alone, with her back facing the few people coming out. Jiuer was in a daze, as if the one standing there was not Xiaochengcheng's grandmother, but Xiaochengcheng himself. This feeling was very strange, but he also suppressed the shock he said when he first kissed his aunt and stood respectfully.

"Sister, is it inside the strange sect?"

Yan Yun turned around, smiling, looking like a face in her fifties, but there was no wrinkles. This is the most powerful face! If you spread it out, you will definitely amazed the world. Looking at her cold eyes, although she was a woman, her strong and exposed aura was so similar to Yuncheng. Yan Hui, who had long been used to Yan Yun's actions, was also smiling. The sisters had a deep relationship, and she could see through the softest mood under her strong appearance at a glance.

"Sister, I haven't told Xiaocheng that he looks like you." Yan Hui continued to murmur, "When I first met Qingsu, I was still in a daze. Why did such a cold temperament look so similar? It turns out that they are all following you."

A little bitterness appeared on the corner of Yan Yun's mouth, and her voice seemed to be coming from all directions, and it seemed to be spreading from all directions: "In a blink of an eye, the little girl from that time has grown up. Cheng'er has his personality, character, and everything depends on himself. He is different from us. He does not need anyone's guidance, nor does he need our reminder. Walking up step by step is better than the old man who gave him everything."

It wasn't that the cold words that came into my ears, they were obviously caring, but they made everyone frown. The words were obviously proud of everything in Yuncheng at this moment, but they were also a little lost and helpless. They saw through the joys and sorrows of the world. It was like a standing mountain that stopped in front of me. I couldn't see the top of the mountain or the top of the mountain. The unreasonable in the clouds made people feel unfathomable.

Yan Hui smiled and walked to Yan Yun's approaching place. The two sisters hugged each other again, which seemed natural, but was separated by an insurmountable gap. A little leaned, Yan Yun looked at Feng Qingsu and others. There was no turbulence in her eyes, but the words she said were so authoritative that it was unavoidable.

"Xiao Su, do you blame me?"

Feng Qingsu shook her head, biting her lips, with complexity in her eyes, and her mood was fluctuating. Did she blame her? Actually, she was wondering! If she had not been left since childhood, her whole body would have been able to grow up with Yuncheng and others. Or she had already had a child. But she didn't blame her! In this world, there might be no one other than Yuncheng who could match her. If she hadn't been accidentally hit, she would still be alone at this time. There wouldn't be Yuncheng in her heart.

Compared to this, Feng Qingsu is no wonder! When all hatreds are buried, compared to the figure who can be honest and can act coquettishly and love when alone, how long the hatred can dispel the grudge at this time. In this life, I only want to see that it is as cold as myself when I look up. When I lower my head, I have a pair of cold but warm palms that are hugged her into my arms.

"Okay!" Yan Yun looked at Jiuer with a smile, "You have thought about the Jiuer girl who hides in the antique circle in the world. She doesn't want the arrangements of her family, but has been wandering outside for many years, but can control the entire Asian circle?"

"Yes!" Jiuer said in a cold and quiet voice and knelt down directly, "For the rest of her life, being by the small city city is Jiuer's happiness." She was not as silent as Feng Qingsu, and she didn't know how many grudges and hatreds there were. She didn't want to know too much. But she used the word "yes" to express everything. This kneeling was no different when Tongyuncheng knelt.

"Okay!" Yan Yun smiled again, "Then the next day, when you break through the rules, I will put on a red veil for you."

Jiuer stood up when she heard the sound, her cold face gradually turned red. Her eyebrows were obsessed with eyes, and she was deeply rooted in love that anyone could understand. Compared to everyone, Jiuer's sword spike was taken away by Mr. Chen. But it was the first to be recognized in the true sense. But she may not know that Feng Qingsu has already been there before. People in the world have a way of doing things in the world. Compared to the rules and regulations of life in society, you have always been in love and will only seek the consent of your elders.

The most difficult thing to deal with is Lucy. Even Yan Hui, who was standing beside him, stroked her eyebrows with a headache. Yan Yun looked at her quietly for a few moments, feeling distressed. It was okay for others. But this was still the heir to the royal family. Under the general trend, she still had to return to the country to fulfill her filial piety.

"Xiaoyuan, follow your heart. Everything depends on what you think." Feng Qingsu and Jiuer nodded to Yan Hui and left quietly.

Yan Hui sighed and looked at Lucy with a smile: "Xiaoyuan, Xiaocheng is handed over to you. No one will disturb you."

Lucy opened her mouth and looked at the people leaving with complicated eyes. She thought that only Feng Qingsu understood the thoughts, but now she had to become shy. After reading so many inks, she didn't understand that if Zhi Kaijiu'er was giving her a chance, Lucy would be a fool.
Chapter completed!