When Sang Pingle heard Long Junchen say this, he looked at the two people who were in a tiny light from the corner of his eyes, sighed, and angrily screamed shyly, then closed his eyes and said sadly: "In this life, you are the first man to see me. I have been wandering and dependent on others for the rest of my life. I have done so much, just to survive. I haven't killed you now. Even if you let me go today, I'm afraid I'll have only one word for death, so I'm willing to follow you. As for my master, oh no, Chu Liuyun should be recuperating in the Great Compassion Mountain now. At least, he was still there when I left."

Long Junchen saw Sang Pingle's sad expression, but he didn't take it seriously. Sometimes men are like this, better at playing emotional cards than women. He sat up straight, rubbed his chin with one hand, calculated the address she just said, hesitated for a moment, and didn't say anything more. He loosened the hemp ropes on her hands and feet, gently rubbed the red marks tied by the hemp rope, said sorry, and then slowly walked out of the room, "Sang Pingle, you sleep here first today, and arrange a yard for you tomorrow, and you will follow me in the future. As for what you want to do, I will tell you, let's do it first today."

After Long Junchen finished speaking, he took a step and left the unique courtyard arranged by Ning Fenger. After leaving the door, Ning Fenger happened to go in. She brought a set of clothes. The Shu embroidery knitting on it was extremely skillful, which was definitely a rare thing without market value. At the same time, Ning Fenger also brought two night pearls to the room. It has excellent texture and is known as the dragon ball and phoenix eyes. Each is a top-quality toy. It is even more difficult to make up a pair. The tributes that give gifts to senior executives of China are nothing more than that.

Long Junchen did not have any other thoughts about Sang Pingle except pity. These things were purely what Long Junchen thought was worthy of the other party's beauty, so he gave them. Now, Long Junchen is busy, and he is going to settle the score with Chu Liuyun. Since he doesn't plan to make himself live well, then you don't want to survive!

In the somewhat deserted Great Beat Mountain, although autumn just came to the beginning, the top of the mountain was covered with snow, as cold as white oil covered with the face of a dead body. A man wearing a hat, wearing a straw hat, holding a long step, squinted his eyes and drank the remaining tea in his cup in silence. In a noodle restaurant on the side of the mountain, he ordered a bowl of plain noodles, accompanied by a few lonely chicken shreds, sprinkled with some unpopular salt, ordered a bowl of sake, and started eating it without any taste.

Chu Liuyun's injury was still very serious. Even if it was not smooth plain surface without any toppings, it was still extremely difficult for Chu Liuyun to swallow it. He wanted to drink not to make this side more convenient, but to pour out the unwillingness and resentment in his heart. He really couldn't figure out how the burning figure at that time chased him and how could he chase Qianli Duan, a fierce sword with lifelong cultivation, and almost wanted it like crazy.

Everything in his life was the damn boy named Long. If it weren't for him, he would have completed the dragon-slaying mission, so the bounty would be drinking, eating meat, and wandering around the world. Chu Liuyun, he should have been riding half a broken boat, singing lightly to the world, being free and at ease, with fluttering sleeves and standing proudly in the world, but Gao Xian, who was just fascinated by the high chips of the Dragon Society for a while, was the root of the boy named Long, who was ruined by him!

"I don't know if Ping Le has the chance to kill that kid. Oh, it's still too hasty. Ping Le is so young and that kid is so sinister. I guess Ping Le shouldn't get any benefits from him. Damn it, but I'm too impatient! I should wait a little longer!" Chu Liuyun just clenched his punch and slammed heavily on the table, but found that his cultivation level had greatly reduced. He smashed down without any energy. Although the table was sunken, it was not broken, and his hands became red and swollen. His heart was even more resentful to Long Junchen.

Chu Liuyun ignored the waiter's surprise gaze, and continued to silence and finished the noodles in silence, threw a copper plate, and left. He put on his hat and covered his face. He carried two long swords on his back. Yes, there were only two of them left. The three swords that he was proud of, but he could only use two long swords, but he could only use two long swords. What a shame and ridicule.

He snorted coldly, left the muffler silently, and walked along the path at the foot of Dabei Mountain, walking along the leaves that were unwilling to fall from the trees, and walked again towards the whiteness on the top of Dabei Mountain. The morning light in the mountains seemed to have covered the Great Being Mountain with an extremely compassionate and peaceful golden glow.

The forest is getting deeper and deeper, the road is getting narrower and narrower, the leaves are getting denser, but the fog is getting thicker and thicker. It is too early, and no woodcutter is getting up diligently to chop wood, and there is no pedestrian passing by in the wilderness. The mountain road is quiet, quiet and even stranger, and there is not even the sound of birds and insects. The sky is not yet completely dawn, and the towering forests block the light of the light, and the forest is pitch black, as if a miser is quietly watching everything between heaven and earth with his eyes closed.

Chu Liuyun has a very high talent in cultivating Taoism. Although his cultivation level is greatly reduced now and his response to the energy changes between heaven and earth is not as sharp as before, any movement of wind and tide will continue to magnify in his spiritual consciousness. It is too quiet, and the surroundings are too quiet, as if someone deliberately pressed the mute button to all the people, insects and trees around him.

Chu Liuyun's pupils suddenly shrank, and a scent of intoxicating but also a scent of coldness floated over from somewhere. Chu Liuyun quickly held his breath and did not dare to continue breathing. An extremely dangerous feeling surged in his heart. He heard a buzzing sound behind his head, as if the air behind him began to tremble. A chill of no reason came up from Chu Liuyun's back and rushed straight to his forehead!

Chu Liuyun's heart was slightly confused and turned around in shock. Then he looked at a man standing on a big open-crowned tree in the distance, looking at himself with a bow. The man was tall and strong, with a big bald head and barefoot at the bottom of his feet. Although the weather was a little cold, he was just wearing a thin robe. He was dressed as a monk, and the orange iron bow in his hand was even more conspicuous. Chu Liuyun recognized this person at a glance, but it was not the dead bald head who was following Long Junchen at that time, as if he was called Zuxiang, and the iron bow in his hand seemed to be a magic weapon, fragrant favor!?...
Chapter completed!