He said, taking out a thin bracelet, the chain of brilliance, from the mother of the East China Sea and Zhu Rongshan's enamel and crystal string, at first glance is a valuable object.

"You have been studying books and want to ask for squid spar, but it is unfortunate that the stone has been taken by my cousin to refine the sword. I have not prepared any other gifts, bought this water chain, you should wear it properly."

"This... this is too expensive, Qiu Tong is afraid that it can't be collected..."

"Where is there a gift?" ink burned and laughed. "Not to mention the water and fire chain can also suppress the fire power, but it is only suitable for women to wear, you wear it on the body, often accompanied by Nangong Gongzi, how much can be gentle It’s a practical thing to look at his spiritual flow."

Song Qiutong looked back at the Nangong Temple and got the approval. This was the first time that he took the chain and politely performed a ceremony. Wen said: "Thank you, Master Mo Zong."

Four people drank tea and sat down for a while.

Chu Xiu Ning cares about the lifelong events of Nangong Temple, so he will pay more attention to these days, whether the details of the wedding ceremony have been arranged properly, and do not temporarily make trouble.

Nangong 驷 驷 把 把 把 把 把 驷 驷 驷 驷 驷 驷 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南The heart. This is not. Yesterday, I found that Qiu Tong’s dress was less than a pearl, and I immediately found someone to rework.”

When he talked about the wedding ceremony, he always had a little bit of a face on his face.

He looked at Song Qiutong and smiled. "Yu Tong must be very good at the time."

This sentence fell into the ears of Song Qiutong's former husband. The ink burned his heart and poured a cup of tea for himself. Of course, he knew that Song Qiutong was a natural and fragrant, and there was a unique style, but what about it?

In the same year, Xu Yingfeng sacrificed the heavens, and stepped on the first queen of the immortal world. The wedding night was full of phoenix candles, but he never stayed in the new house.

That night, he drank too much, red candlesticks, and the account was stunned. He provoked the bride's red and shy face and stared at it for a while. Before a major ritual of life, people are always prone to flooding the ages, and the feelings of the sea and the sea, even if they are stepping on the immortal, it is no exception.

He suddenly felt so unreal, his eyes seemed to penetrate the blush in front of him, falling into the blizzard of years ago.

When he was in the cold wind, when he was in the cold... When he was about to starve and die, he was pity and looked at the rice soup that the man had brought... When he first came to life, when he was uneasy... When he picked up his toes and went to the moon to break down the sea... When he was kneeling in front of the night, when Liu Teng added...

He had thought about it, and one day he would step on all the celestial beings to respect the world.

"French, what are you thinking?" Her lips whispered, her eyes condensed, and the breath she breathed out was sweet and extravagant, just like his high status today.

He seems to have everything, beauty, status, power...

What is he still unsatisfied with now?

He couldn't think of anything unsatisfied, but he felt very empty. The whole person stood on the peak of the material, and there was only one low-lying face around him, which was ambiguous.

He walked through these charming faces, and they praised him and praised him. They welcomed him, and he married him, and they had the same face.

He heard someone calling him in a fascinating manner, and his voice was soft and tender like a peony flower: "The husband... the husband..."

He felt sick and felt disgusted. He wanted to get out of this tide of fans, but this sweet voice wrapped around him like sugar.

He violently pushed Song Qiutong away, the charming bride was rude, and fell on the red-and-red room of the scarlet cave. The gold and silver spots were shaking, the swaying, the illusion of jewels, and the burning of everything It is so distorted, so unreal, the golden light is like a wildfire, and the red candle is like blood and tears.

He feels disgusting... but he doesn't know who is disgusting, Song Qiutong? Or become such a self.

He took the door and went.

In the last life, few people in the world knew that on the day of the wedding of the Queen, the Queen Song Qiutong was left out of the cold, and the ink burned a golden red Huashang, pushing the threshold of the red lotus.

He walked in. After a while, the candlelight of the otter went out, and Song Qiutong’s newlywed husband stayed there for a whole night.

Until the twilight of the second day, Xue Meng slammed the dying of life and death, and the ink burned the door openly, tidying up the scattered dress, with a look of obscene lameness, and walked to the front hall.

What happened to the night in the red lotus water, but it was completely unknown to outsiders.

Say goodbye to the Nangong 驷 two people, Chu night Ning and Mo Yan together return to the other courtyard.

Chu night Ning suddenly did not salty and asked: "Nan Gong said that Song Qiutong looks good, what do you want to do in a daze?"

Ink burning said: "I am thinking about her wearing a wedding dress."

Chu nightning still suddenly gave birth to a burst of jealousy. He shook his sleeves and looked very cold: "I don't think about it, other people's fiancee, what can you remember."

The ink burned: "Who said that I missed her, I was thinking about her wearing a wedding dress, that's it. It's not as good as the teacher."

"........."

This is a anger to vent, but I can't help but be stunned by the little wolf dog.

Chu’s face was white for a while, and he couldn’t say a decent word for a long time. Finally, he waved his sleeves and said: “The ridiculous thing of the ghost ceremonies is not to be mentioned in the future.”

The ink sighs in my heart, I don’t want to mention it, you have to ask me, I don’t want to lie to you, praise you, and be murdered by you.

But being fierce by you, I feel very sweet.

I think that I have lost you, I just feel that you have been scolding for a lifetime, and you are like being soaked in a sugar jar.

What to do, I can't do it without craving you.

The days have passed very quickly, and one day, the day of the big marriage of Nangong is coming.

The Confucianist Gate has been filled with guests from all corners of the country, whether it is the head of the big door, or the scattered rivers and lakes, or even some wealthy merchants who have no spiritual power, all of which are not coming in advance, are salty on this day. Before the main city, for a time, Huagai Ruyun, the horses and horses weaving, dressed in costumes of men and women, the body of silk and the emerald of the anti-light of the Confucianism Street is like a galaxy inversion, the stars flow.

Xue Meng was dragged by his father all the way to say hello to those women of similar age.

"Wang Xianjun, I haven't seen you for a long time. Fortunately, I will be lucky. Oh, isn't this a small mandala? It's so big, it's so bright and moving, come, Xue Meng, come and ask your uncle Wang Bo."

Xue Meng reluctantly moved over and opened his mouth: "Wang Dabo is good."

Xue Zhengyi slaps in the back of his head, smiles on his face, but bites his teeth and says: "It is Wang Bobo, not Wang Dabo."

"Ha ha ha, the same, all the same, the pride of the sky is really handsome, raw like you, old Xue, you are blessed."

One to two, Xue Meng was pushed and "Little Man Tuo" went to the garden to hang out, Xiao Mantuo this year, sixteen, it is the twenty-eight Fanghua, the whole person seems a bit cold, and Xue Meng shoulder to shoulder for a while, Tao: "The elders push us out together, Xue Gongzi will not understand."

"Ok."

"But I said in front of you, you can take a walk, but Xue Gongzi is so heart-like, I really don't like it. So you don't think about it."

"Oh... um??"

Xue Meng was shocked. He stopped and slammed his face, waiting for the little mandala.

The small wildflowers carried the chin, quite arrogant, quite stunned by Xue Meng’s face, and said coldly: "I have my own heart, even if you are enamored of me..."

"Are you sick?!" Xue Meng froze, "I?" He pointed his finger at himself, his face stunned, "I love you?"

"Why don't you pull me away from a deserted path? Isn't it a ghost in your heart?"

"Why don't you say that there is a hole in your mind!"

Xue Meng’s tempering temper came up. He was angry and his eyes glared at the fire. He couldn’t stop repeating: “I like you? I like you? I-”

"You said that I liked what I did so many times? You are a disciple!" The little mandola was very staunch, one foot, one looking up, and a slap in the face of Xue Meng.

Xue Meng had already stunned in front of his eyes, and he was slap in the face of this pink little hand for no reason, but he was vomiting blood. If it wasn't for Mrs. Wang who had taught him to politely on a weekday, I am afraid that he had already pressed the little mandala to the ground and made it into a trumpet.

At this moment, a man with a pale twilight and a tall nose was coming from afar. When Xiao Mantu saw it, he first squatted, and then in the moment the tears filled with sorrow, and the singer said: "Mei Gongzi!" went straight to the man.

The man who came in was Mei Hanxue. He didn't think that he had gone so a remote path, but he could meet other people. He obviously stunned, but he saw Xiao Mantu flying toward him. He raised his hand and fell. An enchantment, awkwardly put the girl outside. The girl was caught off guard, and the porcelain slammed into the enchantment of the power of thunder and lightning, and she screamed and fell to the ground.

Mei Hanxue did not intend to help her, looked down at her and frowned. "Girl, you admit the wrong person."

"How can it be wrong? How could it be wrong... That year you promised me a golden sachet, and said that I will be unforgettable when I see you. When I am eighteen years old, you come to marry me, you... have you forgotten? ?"

Mei Hanxue: "..............."

"Mei Gongzi..."

"You really admit the wrong person." Mei Hanxue did not say more, just shook his head, dropped such a sentence, and walked past the girl with tears.

Xue Meng witnessed this scene, only feeling good and good.

Qi is the temperament of the plum and snow, and when I put on my pants, I don’t recognize people. It’s so ruthless. It’s no wonder that I only dare to take the path in this occasion.

It’s good because he didn’t think that the little mandala likes the guy who is Mei Hanxue. Mei Hanxue is the same as his name, and he is flowerless and ruthless. It is said that it is completely two after hooking a woman and hooking a woman. Face, little mandala loves him, it really fell eight years of blood mold.

Mei Hanxue walked up to him, glaring at the light-colored scorpion, looking at him for a moment.

Xue Meng thought, what do you see? Do you guys dare to look at me like this? You are famous all over the world. I am famous for shaking Kyushu. I can't lose momentum.

Then he proudly looked up and swept Mei Hanxue with a two-five-like eye-catching tail. When he was completely wrong, he was quite majestic and screamed in a humble manner.

"How is your face swollen?"

Unexpectedly, Mei Han Xue went halfway, and did not leave. The footsteps stopped, standing in front of him, squatting in the distance, faintly watching him.

"Swelling is quite chic."

Xue Meng didn't come up in a breath, still couldn't stop the car, and proudly "snapped".

Mei Hanxue: "........."

"............" Xue Meng's face quickly rose red, suddenly turned his head, murderous, "You control me? I walked carelessly!"

"Then you will walk or look at it later." Mei Hanxue said calmly. "It is not easy to fall into this way."

Then he left, leaving Xue Meng to stand in the same place for a long while, only to anger and jumped to the foot: "Mei Xuexue! You are the grandson of the dog! You, you give me waiting! I am not with you!!"

Affected by a stomach, Xue Meng ran out of the garden with red eyes, running too fast, cold and not against a person's chest.

Xue Meng was furious and shouted: "What! Don't you walk for a long time?"

As soon as he looked up, he was a tall and handsome man in Tsing Yi. The clothes were embroidered with golden silk embroidered with Du Ruo, and the top of the head was covered with a sapphire crown. The two curtains were long and soft, and they were covered in front of the eyes. He lifted it up. In the middle of the river is the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

The man pushed Xuemeng and adjusted his own dress. His mood didn't seem to be good. The slender fingers touched the front folds. Xue Meng saw the Xuanwu back armored silver ring on his index finger. For a moment, suddenly shocked: "Jiang Yan?"

The head of the lonely moon night, the world's first richest ginger!

This person is similar to Xue Zhengyi, but his mind is different. Jiang Yan’s appearance is also in his twenties. This person is rich and rich, and his appearance is extremely polite. It is indeed the darling of heaven.

At the Lingshan Conference, Jiang Yu didn't come out of the top ten heads. At that time, Xue Meng still thought about it. He didn't know what the missing guy looked like. Today, when he saw it, it was a hustle and bustle. The eyes stared at the people and looked at them.

Jiang Yan calmed his face, but he didn't have a good temper: "The name of the lord of the party is also what you can call? Ridiculous."

When Xue Meng heard this, he only felt that the humiliation was more than a hundred times better than that of Mei Xuexue. Immediately he said: "What is it? If you are older, you are not allowed to call your name. You still have to call you a head. Is it sinjun? Nangong Liudu is not as big as you!"

"Good, no rules!" Jiang Yansen said, "Who are you a disciple?"

"Why do you ask me to answer? What are you? The group of the lonely moon night listens to your order, I still have to buy your account? I will not tell you! I see you are a -"

"Menger!"

Suddenly a soft voice sounded, Xue Meng slammed his mouth, staggered Jiang Yan, looking behind him.

Mrs. Wang did not know when she came over. She probably heard the sneak peek of Xue Meng, so her face looked pale and anxious. She quickly stopped: "Menger, let’s not say, you come over, Come to A Niang."

Xue Meng glanced at Jiang Yan with a sullen look. He walked toward Mrs. Wang and bowed his head down smoothly: "A Niang."

Jiang Yan stood in the same place for a while, and slowly turned back, narrowing his eyes, and the beautiful eyes of the two Ming Mingsheng flashed with all the malicious light.

He looked at the mother and son next to the powder wall, and he said coldly: "Oh, this is the pride of the sky, Xue Zhengyi's good son, Xue Meng?"

Mrs. Wang: "..."

Jiang Yan’s eyelashes shook for a moment, then closed her eyes, and then opened it, the inside was full of ridicule: “It’s a kind of Xue Zhengyi’s kind, it’s really good.”

"You are not allowed to insult me!"

"Menger!" Mrs. Wang immediately grabbed him and pulled him behind her, then white-faced and greeted Jiang Yan with a sigh of relief. "The dog is Xue Meng, he is used to it, and he still wants to see the **** head."

"Oh, Jiang Zhangmen..." Jiang Yan is like a snake. He immersed the three words in the wet lips and swallowed it for a while, then swallowed it slowly. Then he said, "No problem. He has a half of your sister." Blood, counted up, I can recognize him as a foreigner..."

"Who wants to be a foreigner! Don't look at your ugly face, let's roll it!"

"Menger..."

Jiang Yan smiled coldly and stared at Xue Meng for a moment. His eyes slowly shifted and fell on Mrs. Wang’s face. Mrs. Wang hanged her throat and said, “Please don’t bother to make another joke. It’s no longer lonely. The disciples of the moon night, and where can I still talk about the generations."

"...good." Jiang Yan nodded and said coldly. "Good, great. Today, I have to see the old man and the son of the old man. It really makes the eyes of Jiang open. I don’t know the place where the pickles are. How to raise people, good white magnolia, can also get a plaster."

"Jiang Yan! You **** again! I am tearing your mouth!"

Xue Meng listened to this person in front of his face to insult his mother, when the blood rushed to the top of the head, desperate to go forward, Mrs. Wang Ladu could not hold him, seeing the situation out of control, suddenly heard a loud noise in the sky A sly fireworks exploded and the bells and drums rumbling. The singer of the Confucianism Gate spread a sentence to the seventy-two cities in a flash.

“Hundreds of home-style banquets will be held in the poetry hall at the time of the ceremony, and I would like to invite all of you to come and enjoy the light-”

Jiang Yan looked coldly at Xue Meng, and turned his sleeves and turned away.

The author has something to say: today has a bib

Mrs. Chi's dog was exchanged with the teacher's identity, and the dog became a teacher. Chu Yuening became an apprentice. Suddenly, this brain hole is really beautiful. If this is a misunderstanding, it will be much less. I will wrap around such a big bend. Suddenly I feel so sad and soaked my nose. The Shizun version of the dog really looks steady and gentle, but still has a little hooliganism. The monkey likes it. ~ Crab ~~ Thank you!

"Frost and a sword" wife's small leaves, oh yeah ~ knock cute ~ on the finished hin beauty ~ ~ after finishing the color value has improved a lot ~ sweater cat ears with watermelon, Nangong aunt eyes 瞎, so cute Do not want the small leaves, want to smash Song sister, did not save, sent to the ophthalmic operating room, 23333 crabs, you yo ~

"Yunshui Xingchuan" wife's closed-sighted master, the teacher's eyes closed is very Buddhist, Junxiu 嗷嗷嗷~ really is the man who is out of Buddhism! (Master of guilty: ...Is not a handsome show?) Like ~~ Crabs~ What?

"Twenty-four ghosts" wife's cat and dog bed fight group ~ 么 哒 group ~ and Snow White series of masters, Meng Meng, dog and teacher, ha ha ha ~ cute hin ~ monkey look ~ thank you cute When the class is busy, it is also mass-produced~ Crabs and crabs~~~

"Stupid Meng's Forgotten Chuanchuan" Master and Begonia Flower ~~ Side Yan Shizun is very warm oil ~ ~ Big white cat is the most beautiful, does not allow beautiful teacher and beautiful Song sister to rebut 23333, very good look ~ crab Crab, you are more than heart~

Small theater "A post on the bbs of the dead"

The landlord [anonymous]: I want to ask for "Hong Lian Shui 榭 □ □ i", HD no code no deletion, thank you

1st floor [gentle gentle as water]: love can help, grab a sofa

2nd floor [Mrs. is beautiful]: What is that? Literary film?

3rd floor [opening the roof of the elders of Yuheng]: Going upstairs, martial arts action film, a man hit another man, hit the ground, hit the body, push on the wall, kick the legs and beat There are all kinds of fighting postures, strong, and the scene is extremely exciting. I have seen it and I am very educated.

4th floor [no one is more powerful than me]: What? What does it have to do with the red lotus? Is the teacher... cough, is it a collection of Yuheng elders? Then I want a copy! Raise your hand!

5th Floor [This seat is flattening you]: Count it upstairs, you will want to die after reading it.

6th Floor [Administrator · Yu Heng Elder]: This post violates the rules, for Shenlou treatment, if there is a reply, delete.