132 Cloud Saint

Qian Yumo seemed to have heard the most interesting thing in the world. He stood up with a smile and played with the silver garlic hanging from the curtain: "Xiao Lunzi, you are really ridiculous. Even if he is alone, there is nothing he can do about Lang Hao alone. There is only one person in the world who can talk about him, but once this person opens his mouth, I'm afraid Lang Hao will not lead the army.

Silver garlic jingling seems to be pouring out a well-known but no one wants to break.

For a long time, Hu Lun muttered, "I haven't seen any master come to the end, and he is as leisurely as you."

Qian Yumo smiled and said, "How many masters have you served?"

Hu Lun is stuffed. He followed him after Qian Yumo succeeded to the throne six years ago, and he was the only master.

Qian Yumo threw away the silver garlic and drew the curtain on the ground into a deeper curtain.

"I just said that I have a lot of methods, but I have been chattering. Should I treat you for the crime of bullying the king?" Laughter rose again: "The storm is still in the sky, but it's not a moment of happiness to worry about whether to collect clothes or not? If you don't have to be free, who knows if the rain will come to your head?

The wide sleeve of the purple robe is gentle and fluttering, and finally slowly hides into the heavy mackerel, with only the silver garlic tingling, quiet and fine fragrance.

Hu Lun shook his head and sighed.

He also said these words. Qian Yumo usually kept silent and laughed twice at most, but now the situation is indeed urgent. Qian Yuyi's whereabouts are tricky, and he can't help making such a woman. As a result, Qian Yumo blocked him with a few words, and listen to that meaning, don't do it in the future. I mentioned it.

Reminisced of the king's absent-mindedness, he couldn't help smiling bitterly, which really echoed the old saying... The emperor was not anxious about the eunuch.

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In front of us is a vast water, with floating clouds standing still in the air, casting a faint shadow on the water, rippled slightly with the light sound of the water waves. Surrounded by green mountains, ancient trees are shaded, quiet and deep.

Is this Yun Zechuan?

Yue Liying and Yunfeng look at each other... It seems to be no different from other rivers.

Qian Yuyi stared intently at the long river flowing in front of him and suddenly arched his hand and said, "Wuyi Qian Yuyi, come to visit the Cloud Holy Lord and ask for advice."

Except for the running water, there is silence around.

Yunfeng looked at Qian Yuyi strangely... Who is this talking to? Don't be angry and confused, right?

He touched his waist... Fortunately, he was still carrying a silver needle.

Also hinted at Yue Liying that if he took action later, Yue Liying must help him restrain Qian Yuyi, otherwise...

But Yue Liying also looked at the flowing water waves with a solemn look.

The three stood motionless by the river, from morning to noon...afternoon...evening...

The water waves, the moonlight, a quiet and beautiful scenery.

Yunfeng didn't know how long Qian Yuyi would stay. He unconsciously let go of his hand and leaned to his waist again...

But at this moment, he saw Qian Yuyi clenched the reins.

"Since I refuse to appear, I will no longer force myself. Later, I will bring troops to come here. Even if I wash up the river and step on this mountain, I will no longer give you a place to live!"

After saying that, turn the horse's head.

Although the tone is disdainful, there is no change in the tone of thousands of wings.

It's nothing more than to highlight the dignity of the saint. Yue Liying hummed secretly and looked at the bright flowers that were opening.

"General, please stay." The leader turned around slightly and was polite and reserved.

The three stopped.

Yunfeng looked around, and Yue Liying quietly pressed the sword around her waist.

Suddenly, a voice came from inside: "Come in."

Qian Yuyi immediately strode in, and Yue Liying and Yunfeng followed closely, but they listened to the humane inside: "Stop!"

The light flashed, and there were no weapons, but it seemed that there was an air wall in front of them. No matter how hard Ren Yueliying and Yunfeng tried, they could not move forward.

The back of thousands of wings is like a mountain: "Wait for me here!"

"General..." Yue Liying called in a hurry.

Thousand wings stagnated, but their heads did not return and continued to move forward.

"Big..."

Yue Liying still needs to call, and her hands are tight...

Yunfeng grabbed her hand and shook her head seriously.

She could only tighten her lips and anxiously watched the figure fade away...

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On both sides, there are neat guards in white. If it hadn't been for the flat chest, thousands of wings would have thought they were women.

It is said that both men and women are gentle and beautiful. It seems that this is true. However, if it is not because they have magical spells, how can they defend this land and resist the thousands of troops and horses that coveted Yunzechuan?

He sneered secretly and raised his eyes...

The ancient vine couch, with enchanting branches and vines, scattered with countless fine flowers, are as bright and dark as stars, so the woman crooked on the couch like a hazy and cold haze.

Without wind, a red dress floats slowly between light and dark, like clouds, and she is a fairy who takes a nap between clouds.

Is she the saint of this generation... Xia Yubing?

And the most eye-catching thing is the long colorful hair... When Wenwen first arrived in Yucheng, she also had such eye-catching hair.

Qian Yuyi looked at the equally floating hair, and the corners of his lips were soft and warm, as if he saw the little man staring at him as fiercely as before.

He thought about the man wholeheartedly, so he didn't pay attention. The eyes of the cloud saint leaning against the couch suddenly flashed, and a touch of grimmed appeared on his cheeks.

However, Qian Yuyi instantly turned around and looked at her.

She quietly restrained her mind, as if inadvertently glanced at the mirror surrounded by flowers. E's eyebrows suddenly frowned, and the corners of her lips suddenly bent.

With his eyes down, his long eyelashes covered all the dark surges from the bottom of his eyes.

"The general never seems to treat people politely, but this time he has something to ask. Should he also be arrogant and rude?"

The charming voice sounded lazily, as if she didn't care about her extraordinary beauty, or was used to it, or even to demonstrate to people. However, even if it fell into a woman's ears, she couldn't help but be intoxicated.

Yunfeng only felt that his palm was tight. When he looked at Yue Liying, he saw her bite her lips tightly and looked at the woman who looked like a fairy in a flower for a moment.

He turned his eyes and looked at the woman, but his heart stung slightly.

Ying Li, do you regret coming here in order to give Qian Yuyi a hope? For him, a hope has disappeared, but now, there is a colorful hope rising. But what about you? Where is your hope?

"It's true that Yun's descendants are wrong first. Why did I kowtow?"

"Oh, why did the general think that I made a mistake? How can the Yun descendants have something to do with the earthly people when they avoid the world? Isn't the general making a mistake?" Xia Yubing sneered, and her soft and slender stamen-like fingers gently stroked the smooth fur of the snow fox.