Chapter 42 The Right to Lose Weight

When Dugu Caihua saw the beautiful woman in front of him clearly, he was suddenly very happy. Butterfly dance, the head of the first school of martial arts in the Qin Empire, and he also heard that he raised many male pets. According to Jianghu gossip, this woman had eight men overnight and was quite good at kung fu. Dugu's colorful: "Nuniu, are you willing to be under my control?"

The butterfly dance rubbed his hair and temples, threw his charming eyes and lost his seven souls. Butterfly dance said charmingly, "Why don't we fight 30,000 rounds here tonight?" Everyone heard a burst of sweat. The superior said repeatedly, "Amitabha."

The sword clan dragged Dugu's collar and dragged it back. His left hand rushed out, and his two fingers clamped a cold light. The butterfly dance's face changed dramatically. He didn't expect that the sword clan would be so fast when he cut it with a sword: "My nephew is all about saving this perv."

The sword clan threw Dugu Caihua, who was scared to death, aside: "Please forgive me, Master Butterfly."

"Jimo Villa can protect him on the first day of junior high school, but it can't protect him on the fifth day of junior high school." The butterfly dance put down a sentence fiercely and shook his sleeves away.

"Big." Dugu Caihua looked at the swordsman gratefully.

"In the future, when you start, please see clearly that the top one or two sects of the twelve Chinese countries should not move, otherwise Brother Jian really can only protect the first day of junior high school and can't protect the fifteenth." Menghua Xianping patted Dugu Caihua on the shoulder.

The public lost superior came forward: "It's not as good as Dugu Shaoxia to fall into the empty door, so that the Zen sect can keep Dugu Shaoxia pure and cut off all love. I think only in this way can Dugu Shaoxia break with the butterfly door."

Longyang Canjun and Muyan's farewell girl looked at each other and smiled. Jian Xiao walked to the loser and said, "The superior is bothered. If Dugu Xian's nephew falls into the empty door, it is estimated that he will die." After saying that, Jianxiao laughed and said to the swordsmen, "Let's go."

The swordsman nodded and walked out without looking back.

Jianxiao walked to the door and paused for a moment: "In the past two days, people try to put the lamp beside themselves. The concealment technique can hide people, but they can't hide their own shadow."

"Amitabha. "Thank you for the swordsman" came from behind the public defeat.

"This bald donkey is really pedantic." Walking in the alley of the Zen Temple, the Purple Sword is boundless

"Yes, door master, others picked up the Xuanhun chasing jade as if they had picked up a treasure. He picked up the Xuanhun chasing jade and offered him up." It was the dissent that said this.

Jian Xiao did not say anything, and his eyes were full of doubts when he looked at the three swordsmen.

"Uncle Xiao wants to ask why we are there." The sword clan is not surprised at all about the doubts of Jian Xiao

Jian Xiao nodded. The sword clan said, "The two of them don't know if they steal the mysterious soul to chase the jade."

Dugu picked flowers and spread his hands: "I saw the two of them run out, and I followed them."

"Everyone has general thoughts. Butterfly Dance and I both want to see what the Xuanhun Chasing Jade looks like. Of course, there is still a little bit of it." The swordsman said bluntly.

"Unfortunate, although the bald donkey is pedantic, it is indeed not stupid at all." Menghua Xianping sighed

"If you are stupid, you can become the master of Zen. You must not have thought about anything these days." Dugu picked flowers and looked at Zijian Wuya angrily.

After listening to this, Menghua Xianping couldn't help sighing that people don't want to be invincible.

Yi Jianchen smiled and said, "I don't know who is going to fight 300 rounds with the butterfly dance just now. If it hadn't been for Jianxian's nephew, I guess you would have been a romantic ghost long ago."

"There is a saying that he died under the butterfly dress, and it's romantic to be a ghost." Dugu picked flowers and hummed a small tune proudly.

Zi Jian Wuya and Yi Jianchen pointed to the first Dugu picking flowers and shook their heads and smiled one by one.

"Uncle Xiao, how many people are here this time?" The swordsman walked to the sword flute and whispered.

"The gangs were stationed at the foot of the mountain, and the master level went up the mountain. It is estimated that there are about 3,000 people under Diefeng Mountain.

"So little?" The swordsman looked at the sword flute in disbelief.

"This time, most of them came with elites, and there was none below the fourth floor of Shuntianjing. The elites of the Chinese Nanwulin are basically here. Beiwulin is thousands of miles away from here, but they can't come even if they receive the news.

The swordsman nodded: "Isn't it a little person who peeped at the mysterious soul chasing jade?"

"The family didn't send anyone here either. What's going on?" Jian Xiao was a little confused for a moment.

"I guess those old guys in the villa don't like Xuanhun chasing jade." When the swordsman said this, he suddenly felt helpless. Thinking of something, he turned his head and looked at Jian Xiao: "How could Uncle Xiao dance with the butterfly?"

Jian Xiao glanced sideways and said angrily, "Don't ask about your adult affairs, children." As soon as Jian Xiao finished speaking, a voice came from a pavilion. This is an extremely special call. Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah."

Listening to this sound, the people in the alley peeped at each other, and Menghua Xianping was quite distressed: "Who is so bold that he dares to do this job in Zen Gate? I don't know how to write the dead words."

The swordsman is extremely calm. After all, they have heard Shun'er say this before, but now they really feel that Xiao Yu is so powerful. Let's go. It's just a girl having a spring dream.

Menghua Xianping patted Dugu in a friendly way: "Young man, work hard, this girl has a fight with you."

"How do you know that this girl's wave is so big that it feels good to touch." The lonely picking of flowers is extremely obscene.

"You are really strong." Menghua Xianping is meaningful.

By this time, everyone had arrived at the wing,

The sword clan arched his hand: "Uncle Xiao, see you tomorrow." Jian Xiao nodded to show that he knew. Zijian Wuya and Yijianchen lived in other places and naturally went to their own residences a long time ago. The swordsman walked to the pavilion and scratched a small hole with one hand: "They slept really well."

"Brother Jian, you can also sleep. I guess they are just fascinated."

"Your Highness didn't think it was strange. He was fascinated and didn't do it."

"What do you mean if you didn't do it? Menghua Xianping asked the swordsman, "Didn't there a battle in the Zen Academy just now?"

"Your Highness feels that according to the martial law of Zen, he will be fascinated by those small sects. At least Zen is also one of the 18 schools, which is famous for thousands of years of martial arts.

"From what you said, it is true that the probability of success of those small sects using incense is almost zero."

"It's not equal to zero, but there is nothing at all. The fragrance of so many people can only show that there is something wrong inside the Zen sect. Now it's too late. Your Highness, wash and sleep." After saying that, the swordsman walked to his cabinet, opened the door and walked in.

Menghua Xianping and Dugu picking flowers also go to their respective pavilions.

"It seems that it can only be solved by hand tonight. Xiao Yu's lady is very strict," she walked into the pavilion and yawned and threw a sentence.

Meng Hua Xianping looked at Du Gu Caihua with great sympathy. Oh, poor child.

The night gradually receded. Demon fire rises in the east. Another morning.

The swordsman is still snoring. A stream of hair came to the nose of the sword clan. The swordsman sneezed itchyly. When he opened his eyes, he instantly lay by the bed with a smile and held a tail grass in his hand.

Shun'er smiled: "Sister Wanrong teaches you to get up."

The swordsman touched Shun'er's head: "Sister Shun'er went out. My brother needs to wear clothes.

"Hmm." Instantly ran out obediently.

The swordsman quickly dressed and walked out of the pavilion. As soon as they came out of the pavilion, they heard Dugu picking flowers roaring: "Dang, I want wine, I want meat."

The swordsman walked into the pavilion next to him: "Jiang, today is the day of the group meeting."

"God, do those bald donkeys eat these materials every morning?" Dugu picked flowers from the plate and picked out a hard fruit (a kind of food in the subcontinent)

Shun'er grabbed the tail grass and came in: "Brother of the sword clan, Shun'er wants to eat sweet salad and bake bread."

Wanrong, dressed in men's clothing, walked into the pavilion and pinched Shun'er's face with a smile: "If you eat too much Yi food, you will gain weight." Instantly looked at Wanrong full of doubts: "Really? Sister Wanrong.

Wanrong nodded firmly: "That's natural." The swordsman looked at the table, and the food of Zen Buddhism was really shabby, with a bucket of barley (the staple food of the Chinese people in the Subcontinent), plus a few plates of leafy vegetables. Instantly, he put Ye Luocai in his mouth and frowned: "Sister Wanrong, what kind of dish is this?"

"It's more bitter than the dishes in my hometown." Instantly flashed to the side and spit out his tongue.

Wanrong looked at the bitter look and put a mouthful of Ye Luocai into her mouth. Wanrong's eyebrows suddenly twisted into a ball and looked at the swordsman.

"There is no salt. If we practice Zen hard, we will also do it. After saying that, the swordsman went to the table and put a few pieces in his mouth. Dugu Caihua gave a thumbs up: "Big brother, you are so tough to eat so bitterly."

"After eating, let's go to the Zen Pavilion. Wanrong, don't go. Your father is here." The swordsman ordered everyone.

Zhu Jian Wanrong nodded, and Xiao Yu came out wearing a white veil. The thickness of the white veil is really thin as cicada wings, and you can faintly see the bra inside: "Yo, you are all here." After saying that, Xiao Yu went to the swordsman, picked up chopsticks and ate a bite of Ye Luocai, and spit directly on the ground: "What is this? It tastes so bad. This is the way of hospitality in Zen.

"After eating, let's go." After saying that, the swordsman casually filled a bowl of rice, and Ye Luocai didn't care whether it was bitter or not, but stuffed it into his mouth.

"The boss is so bitter, there is no need to be so fierce."

"Forget it, forget it, it's too bitter. I have the right to lose weight today." Xiao Yu took a resentful look at Ye Luocai.

Casting Jian Wanrong took a look at Xiao Yu's beautiful breast enhancement: "Is it still reduced?"

In an instant, she applauded happily: "It's good to lose weight. I also want to lose weight." Everyone's white eyes came, and their hearts were fury when they saw it.