Chapter 24 A laborious conspiracy 2

"Mesomea?" Hearing this, Jiulong was suddenly shocked and quickly looked at Youlan. His eyes were full of anxiety. He looked at Youlan expectantly and said nervously, "Where is Mesomea now?"

Youlan looked at Jiulong's excited appearance and lost a trace of fantasy in her heart. Then she looked at Jiulong's anxious face and said slowly, "Miss Methomea has gone back. It was the young master who sent someone to catch her back. I'm afraid the next time you meet, it will be far away..."

"What did you say?" Hearing this, Jiulong was shocked. Looking at Youlan's worried appearance, he was even more distressed. "Mesomea was captured back by pains. Why is that!"

"Brother Jiulong, you and I are both despicable people. Mesomea is noble and beautiful. She is naturally beautiful and destined to be appreciated by the noble masters of the upper Lelen tribe. Although you two are talented and beautiful, you two fall in love at first sight, but the difference in status is like a gap, completely blocking you two in love. On both sides of the Taiwan Strait, you can only look at each other across the shore. Although they are close at hand, they are close to the world, which can't be seen!"

After listening to Youlan's words, Jiulong suddenly calmed down and was silent for a long time. He sighed, "Youlan, you're wrong. The princes will have the guts. People can be born lowly, but they can't live lowly. Everyone in the world is equal. Freedom and happiness are prepared for those who are prepared!"

Youlan received unscrupulous education from the nobles since she was a child. Suddenly, when she heard such rebellious words of Jiulong, she was so shocked that even the bowl almost fell to the ground. He looked at Jiulong in fear, swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and looked at Jiulong stunned.

"Youlan, follow me, and I will prove all this to you, so that there is no boundary between nobility and lowliness. All this is just a human cognition in a broad sense!"

Youlan looked at Jiulong and was silent for a long time. He could see the endless desire hidden under Jiulong's resolute face. It was the desire for freedom, the yearning for life, the longing for the future, the absolute tone of contempt for everything, and even looked at the high gods like ants.

For a long time, Youlan said slowly, "Brother Jiulong, maybe you are right!"

After drinking the porridge Mesomea cooked for him, Jiulong began to close his eyes and refresh himself. Youlan gently retreated. The room was empty, leaving Jiulong alone to close his eyes and practice.

At this time, the waves in Kowloon's body were turbulent, and the waves beat the shore, and a stream of golden true qi rotated crazily, rapidly repairing the injury of the body. Kowloon's inner abdomen did not suffer any damage. Mainly when the palace collapsed, it was injured by huge stones and burned by endless flames, but the true qi was strong and strong. It is manifested in the strong attack power, but the rapid and thorough repair of the injury.

Time passed slowly. In a blink of an eye, it was noon. When Jiulong opened his eyes again, Youlan had brought the food to his mouth. Under the careful service of Youlan, Jiulong had lunch. Once again, Jiulong closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, the sky was almost dusk.

At night, a beam of bright moonlight scattered down and shone on the head of the bed. Jiulong lay on ** and looked at the round moon. His heart was quiet and peaceful moonlight shone on the head of the bed. Jiulong couldn't help but think of the poem "The bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground, raise your head to look up at the bright moon, bow your head and miss his hometown."

This scene is in a foreign land, the moon is shining high, and the ground is like silver. The past is vivid. The pictures pass by. Father and mother don't know what to do. The former lovers have already disappeared. Kowloon can only silently pray that their parents are healthy and the lovers live a happy and harmonious life.

If there is a glass of wine now, Kowloon can raise a glass to invite the bright moon and spend a desolate night together. The past is unbearable to look back on. The former world has already disappeared in its own life, leaving only faint memories. Only by being sure of the present and working hard, the sky here will also be galloping.

"Mesomea, I will work hard to reach an unbearable high position as soon as possible, and let those low-eyed nobles watch. I will do what I say. In a word, no one can take my lover from my hands!"

Jiulong looked up at the bright moon and couldn't help sighing. Then his three fingers stood side by side and swore to the moon that he could not protect Methomea in this life, so he was called five thunderbolt and died of depression for life!

Early the next morning, the sun was still shining. Youlan also sat in front of the bed and looked at Jiulong carefully. Suddenly, Jiulong opened his eyes, and an inch of golden light suddenly shot out. His eyes were like golden eyes, and the powerful momentum suddenly burst out. This was the result of Jiulong's overnight practice. He finally felt I have returned to my heyday.

Suddenly, Jiulong moved. In Youlan's surprised eyes, Jiulong stood up straight, with a soft sound, and the bandages wrapped around Jiulong's whole body smashed into countless pieces, scattered on the ground like a scattered flower of heaven, falling and falling to the ground one after another.

Ah——

Youlan quickly covered her eyes, and her face turned red with shame. Jiulong unexpectedly burst the bandage as if nothing had happened, and put the toned muscles out. Jiulong's body has fully recovered, and his fair and jade-like skin flashed with an extremely healthy luster.

Brush!

Kowloon suddenly flashed, and the golden true breath suddenly burst out. With a big move, a dress had been put on his body and jumped out of bed. He looked at Youlan nervously covering her eyes and said joke, "Hey, help me get a dress!"

"Oh!" Youlan was embarrassed. Suddenly, Youlan summoned up her courage and suddenly opened her eyes. What came into her eyes was the graceful and heroic Kowloon. At this time, Jiulong wore a white robe, long black hair casually draped her shoulders, a pair of bright eyes, eyebrows like stars, and a sharp face was decisive. The beautiful figure is outstanding, about 1.8 meters tall, and it is the prince charming in the hearts of all girls.

"You have put it on!" Youlan looked at Jiulong in surprise. When she spoke, she felt a little bold. In an instant, her face turned red.

"You really want to see it!" Jiulong teased again, and then he said solemnly, "Tell me where I can practice!"

Youlan also regained her composure, pointed to the outside and said, "It's okay outside. The open space in front of the door is for martial arts practice!"

"Hmm!" Jiulong nodded gently, picked up the black iron sword, slowly went out, went outside, looked up at the scorching sun, and the warm sun scattered on the ground, and the garden was sunny and prosperous.

"Extreme training method, start now!" Jiulong shouted, and the golden true spirit was turbulent. The black iron sword suddenly attacked, bombarding-banging-banging, the bursting sound of true air bursting, and the golden blades diffused one after another, and instantly disappeared into the ground.

As Jiulong played the truth, he counted, "The twenty-eighth, twenty-ninth, thirty..."

Suddenly, Jiulong felt weak and exhausted. This was a sign of the exhaustion of Zhenqi. He didn't think about it. He bulged the Zhenqi again, and the fierce Zhenqi condensed again and shouted, "Thirty-first!"

Boom——

A violent bombardment resounded through the world, and a two-meter-large pit on the ground burst into an explosion. The sand and stone stormed away, and the dust flew, which was shocking.

In an instant, Jiulong was weak, sitting on the ground with a plop, mobilizing his mental strength to encourage the motionless Jiulong Tower in his body. Suddenly, the Jiulong Tower moved, and the magnificent true air poured down like a tide, watering Jiulong's dry body.

After a while, Jiulong felt the true breath in his body, stuffing all corners of his body. With a bang, Jiulong moved again. The black iron sword carried the invincible power, splitting out the golden sword spirit one after another, and a new round of extreme training began again.

For ten days in a row, Jiulong did not leave home, ignored the chickens and dogs, and tried her best to train. She used the Kowloon Tower for devil-style training. Youlan stared at Jiulong's sweaty figure from afar, and her heart was depressed and sour. Perhaps when Jiulong really achieved a high position, she might not be able to wait on Kowloon.

In these ten days, Fei Li has never appeared, and Mesomea has no news. Only Boborich and Paris came once. Seeing that Jiulong had fully recovered and was alive, he no longer worried. Master Fei Li has been in an extremely bad mood during this period. Paris wanted to frame Kowloon, but he Afraid of laborious anger, I haven't said it for a long time, which is the only way to live a comfortable ten-day life in Kowloon.

The waves of peace finally came to an end. On the eleventh day, something big happened, and Kowloon was also involved in an unprecedented whirlpool of fame and profit...