Chapter 11 White, Soft

The glow shines on the earth, insects and birds compete, and the mountains filled with thick fog are full of mystery.

Under the leadership of Mo Yun, Zhu Shaoyang and others passed through the dense forest and went to Shui Miaozong. Along the way, Lan Xiyao didn't look at him and walked quickly in front of him, as if she were hiding from the plague. Zhu Shaoyang was absent-mindedly chatting with Mo Yun.

"Cough... Well, let me tell you a joke!" Zhu Shaoyang deliberately raised his voice and said, "The couple guessed the crossword puzzle, and his wife described her husband guessing that the puzzle was steamed buns.

So the wife described: 'White, soft, sweet to taste'.

My husband meditated hard and didn't know why.

My wife reminded me again, 'You just ate last night.'

My husband was anxious and blurted out 'your tits'.

After saying that, Zhu Shaoyang couldn't help showing an obscene smile and subconsciously looked at Lan Xiyao's chest. Although Lan Xiyao was much smaller than Mo Yun, the two jade/peaks were more upright and plump than Mo Yun's.

"What is Mimi?" Mo Yun doubted

"Women's breasts."

Mo Yun blushed and scolded, but laughed softly.

Walking under Lan Xiyao's feet in front of her, she staggered, and the scene of taking a bath just now appeared in her mind. Her white cheeks suddenly turned red, like a ripe apple. She turned around and glanced at Zhu Shaoyang, opened her red lips slightly and said, "rogue."

"Shaoyang, did you just mess with my little sister?" Mo Yun had felt that the atmosphere was wrong for a long time, and he took the opportunity to ask.

"Uh... I just met her. Maybe she is jealous of my handsomeness!" Zhu Shaoyang said.

Mo Yun shook his head with a smile. It seems that these two people are on the right eye.

"Bastard" Lan Xiyao finally couldn't suppress her anger. She suddenly turned around, looked at Zhu Shaoyang with a ferocious face, and said word by word, "I warn you again. If you dare to speak uncleanly, be careful that I cut your tongue and feed the dog."

Zhu Shaoyang shrank his head and thought to himself: This woman is so fierce, and her breasts are surging...

Seeing that the teenager opposite ignored his anger, he actually stared at his chest openly. Lan Xiyao, who had always had a bad temper, broke out in an instant, "Zhu-Shao-Yang, I killed you."

This roar, the mountains and forests are turbulent, and the birds are scattered, which is as powerful as the rumored lion roar...

Fortunately, Mo Yun came forward in time to stop it and temporarily avoided a bloody storm.

Then Mo Yun and Lan Xiyao's two daughters were in front of him, and poor Zhu Shaoyang, who was alone, rushed to the peak quietly.

"It turns out that your boy is so**/swang that he doesn't even know Lianxiang Xiyu's teasing voice echoed in his mind.

Zhu Shaoyang curled his lips indifferentally, "You don't understand! Men are not bad, women don't love, men don't**/slut, and women don't go to bed.

"Damn, it's cheap..."

After several inspections, the three finally arrived at Shui Miaozong. Looking around, there was a blue and towering building in front of them. The atmosphere was magnificent, and the dense colors covered it with a layer of mystery. Here, the rich water elements fluctuated violently, and the fresh feeling was very pleasant.

"Shaoyang, there is Shui Miaozong in front of you. If you meet my elder sister for a while, don't talk nonsense. She has a temper. I'm afraid you will be injured or disabled," Mo Yun warned carefully.

Zhu Shaoyang sped his lips carelessly, but instead wanted to see the senior sister soon and see what is injury or disability...

At this time, a teenager came in front of him, wrapped in purple, with a body of 1.78 meters, thick eyebrows, and a trace of obscene in his wandering eyes. The most eye concern was his skin, which was dark, as if it came out of a coal mine.

At this time, he was trotted to Lan Xiyao and said something softly.

"Which coal pile is this?" Zhu Shaoyang wrapped his hands around his chest and locked his eyebrows gently.

"He is Wei Yi, a disciple of the Thunder Sect. At the age of 15, he has reached the third level of Fighter. Because of his skin, we all call him Blackfaced Brother. He has always been in love with his little sister," Mo Yun explained.

" Shaoyang, how do I feel that what you said just now is full of acetic acid?"

"Do you have it? Stop kidding. How can I like that man?" Although it's like this, he feels uncomfortable. Am I really jealous?

"Actually, the little sister is usually very kind to people, but sometimes she likes to have a small temper." Mo Yun said with ulterior motives.

"Sister, I'll go first." Lan Xiyao greeted Mo Yun and entered Shui Miaozong with Wei Yi.

Mo Yun smiled secretly. At ordinary times, it was too late for Lan Xiyao to avoid Wei Yi. Now she even followed him first. She glanced at Zhu Shaoyang, whose face had changed slightly, and thought to herself: It seems that the two are in love with each other.

"Let's go" Mo Yun greeted and took Zhu Shaoyang to Zong's interior. The latter was unusually silent, lowered his head slightly, and his face was not very good-looking.

"Yang'er" had just stepped into Shui Miaozong, and a strange and kind voice came, which was a little choked, conveying more excitement and missing.

Looking up, more than a dozen people had gathered in front of the magnificent sect building, all in water-blue clothes and beautiful girls, but Zhu Shaoyang was not in the mood to see them, because there was a man standing in front of the crowd that almost made him cry.

The silver hair coiled up and stuck on the top of the head, the face of the vicissitudes of life trembled slightly at this time, the eyes were full of water mist, the blue clothes wrapped around the body, and the elderly waist and back were slightly bent. In his right hand, he holds a three-foot-long dragon crutch, and the dragon's mouth is inlaid with an oval blue Warcraft core, which exudes a faint luster.

She is Nangong Qin, the third-order strongman of the contemporary suzerain of Shuimiaozong. She is also Zhu Tian's married couple and Zhu Shaoyang's grandmother.

"Grandma" shed tears and moved slightly. Zhu Shaoyang had stood in front of Nangong Qin and looked at the old face. It was difficult for him to control his emotions and knelt down on the ground. "Grandma, Sun'er is back."

"Okay, okay, just come back." Nangong Qin trembled her hands and helped Zhu Shaoyang up. At this time, Nangong Qin was not a suzerain at all, and now she is like an ordinary old man.

It is rumored that the dead grandson is now in front of her, how many days and nights of missing, how many times of secretly crying, how many days of sincere prayer, finally God was moved by her and returned her grandson to her.

"Grandma, my grandson has bothered you."

Nangongqin shook her head and stroked his bald head, and her eyes were full of tenderness.

"Well, well, I'm about to cry. Hurry up and tell Lao Zhu the news of Shaoyang's return. The old guy has had a hard year!" On the side of Nangong Qin, an old man in purple smiled.

He is Lei Xiang, the suzerain of the Thunder Sect, and the fourth-level strongman of the Emperor.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with him?" Zhu Shaoyang asked anxiously.

"Your grandfather is fine. Let's go in and wait for him!"

Only Nangong Qin, Lei Xiang and Zhu Shaoyang entered the Shuimiao Hall. The main color of the hall is blue, and six huge columns support the whole hall, in which there is a water mist-like airflow. In front of the hall door, there is a three-high and two-foot-wide crystal chair. Behind the chair, a large word is carved: Miao.

Zhu Shaoyang helped Nangongqin to sit on the crystal chair. At this time, Nangongqin's mood had calmed down and she was no longer so excited. She took Zhu Shaoyang's hand and let her grandson sit with him. Lei Xiang sat on the lower mahogany chair and looked at them happily.

"Yang'er, what have you experienced this year? Seeing that you have lost a lot of weight, grandma is really distressed!"

Can you not be thin? Almost starved to death, Zhu Shaoyang thought to himself. But he said, "Yang'er was saved by a warcraft..."

She repeated the lie according to the cat and the tiger. Hearing that Nangong Qin's face was constantly changing, what Zhu Shaoyang said was full of loopholes. Although Nangong Qin had some doubts, after all, Sun Er came back safely, and she did not investigate in depth.

"What? You, have you reached the level of Fighter? Nangong Qin stared at Zhu Shaoyang in disbelief.

"I don't know what's going on. Soon after the experience, I found that my strength rose sharply, and then I inadvertently broke through." Zhu Shaoyang stood up and operated the fighting spirit in his body again. This time, even Lei Xiang, who was famous for his calmness, couldn't help changing his face and twitched the corners of his mouth: he inadvertently broke through.

Just now, both of them were immersed in the joy of Zhu Shaoyang's return and did not pay attention to Zhu Shaoyang's cultivation.

"Ha ha, okay, okay, if you don't die in a great disaster, there will be a blessing. If the old man knows about this matter, I'm afraid you will faint happily," Lei Xiang laughed.

"Master, it's not good." Suddenly, Mo Yun rushed into the hall from the outside, saluted briefly, and said, "Master, I wish him an accident."