Riling Up The Jianghu

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Shen Yundian has always been silent, but at this moment, the movement broke through the sky.

There is no one outside the hall. I don't know who was attracted to the scream first, and listened outside the hall. One attracted two, two attracted a pair, and soon they were full of disciples.

The crowds were crowded next to each other, against the doors and windows.

About Mo's time to eat a cake, Diao Yuliang propped up with a small umbrella, and rushed to see the situation. He scrambled for a bit, and as soon as he was standing, he heard a long, stern sound.

"Second Brother?" He horrified. "Second Brother! What's wrong with you!"

No one answered, and he was so anxious to scratch his ears that he occasionally looked back at Lu Zhun.

Lu Zhun was so dazzling that he wore a big red shirt on the edge of the gold thread. Ben went to the road to face the morning glow. However, it rained halfway. He had no choice but to return. He looked up and saw Diao Yuliang beckoning at him.

As a result, the master of the third house, the master of the fourth house, and a group of disciples all crowded under the eaves. Everyone listened attentively to the movements, the sounds of sorrow, and the sound of wailing, sometimes begging for mercy.

The rain was big and small, and the shouts in the temple were high and low.

Suddenly, the sky was rolling and thunderous, and the room was quiet after the buzz. The crowd looked like a chill, and they seemed to hear a "go away", so they stared at the door of the temple, like a group of hungry chickens waiting to feed rice.

After a moment, the door opened a gap and slowly widened.

Rong Luoyun stood in the room, with wide sleeves swaying slightly, messy hair, and a bruise on his forehead. Lu Zhun and Diao Yuliang rushed together to help him, terrified and generally asked him how he felt.

"No problem." He murmured, "Send me back to Anonymous."

Two battles, Rong Luoyun could only move, and moved a little for a while to breathe. Spend some time out of the eaves, at this speed, I am afraid it will not arrive until the end of the month.

Lu Zhun died suddenly, and bowed back Rong Luoyun, Diao Yuliang holding an umbrella aside. The two walked across Cangtai and walked on the long street. Rong Luoyun lay on the boy's shoulder and sighed with his eyes down.

Lu Zhun asked, "Second Brother, are you crying?"

Rong Luoyun shook his head: "Second brother moved."

Diao Yuliang asked: "Why moved?"

Rong Luoyun said: "Brothers are like brothers and brothers, sincerely don't deceive me." It happened that after drunk Shen Yazhu, he closed the door, and Duan Huaike closed in. Lu Zhun stopped abruptly and hummed, "This big brother is quiet."

The rain was thin and the child's throat was loud. Diao Yuliang yelled, "Duan Huaike! The Lord of the Second Palace was killed by your dad!" Rou Ba also knocked at the door.

Rong Luoyun could not help but, with a smile, he felt pain in his lungs and had to bite his lip to bear it. Later, after passing through Qianjitang, he glanced at Zhulou, and the smile of forbearance disappeared completely.

He scooped up and realized why Huo Linfeng was so.

Suddenly hug him, indicating endlessly.

He trembled and found that the wind and rain stopped suddenly, and it turned out to be an unknown place. Rong Luoyun was put on the bed, lying softly, Lu Zhun and Diao Yuliang were tired, and they were separated from each other next to him.

The three looked at the veil side by side, sighing one after another.

Diao Yuliang was worried, and he had been sleeping long enough. Lu Zhun was upset. He was in red and was so lucky that he came back.

Not to mention Rong Luoyun, he is still trapped by love.

He wondered why Huo Linfeng pretended that nothing happened.

He had tasted being cheated, and it was more painful and painful than pain.

whether……

The other party is giving him a chance, waiting for him to admit it?

Rong Luoyun struggled to sit up, whether or not, he should show an attitude. "My third son, help me change my clothes," he ordered. "My fourth son, help me prepare my car."

Before long, the rain stopped quietly.

Rong Luoyun drove out of the carriage in a sickly manner.

In General's Mansion, the sound of flipping books lost the companionship of rain, it seemed a bit lonely. Huo Linfeng leaned on the bedside to read the Sin Mirror, and he never moved or murmured from returning home.

Du Yan didn't dare to ask, so he had to send a plate of snacks and a bowl of milk for a while.

The master did not eat or drink, and anxious his steward, he sent a Rong Luoyun. He suddenly realized that he was holding a feather duster to clean it, and asked boldly, "Master, have you seen Rong Luoyun?"

Flipping through the book, Huo Linfeng blinked without a word response.

Du Hao Nahan, got up early and was full of enthusiasm. He would be half dead if he came back. He rushed to the bed and said bitterly: "Master, it's okay to be wronged for a while, and you must never repeat the same mistakes."

Huo Linfeng raised his eyes, as if to hear its details.

Du Xun shouted, "You can't bear the hard tricks next to him. How many days can he do it?"

Isn't that what you want to do? Huo Linfeng annoyed: "Go out."

Bombing people away, he has lost the mind of reading and simply stayed aside. Lying dry, playing with the gauze tent, tassel the tassel hanging from it.

At this moment, someone knocked on the door, and Huo Linfeng lost his temper: "Go!"

The guard outside the door stunned: "General ... Rong Luoyun asked to see outside the house."

Huo Linfeng sat up suddenly: "What is the report? Let people come in!" As soon as the guard left, he collected the book and lay down again.

I'm afraid that I'm not smart enough, loosely slacks, and afraid that it's useless, my eyes are frivolous, and I'm worried that I'm not cold enough to shake my calf.

Characters who are tall and straight as usual are forced into this virtue by love / love.

Huo Linfeng Qing waited, the cool breeze blew through his chest, his eyelids fought, and his calf faintly cramped ... However, Rong Luoyun had not come yet. Could it be that he was angry and left without welcoming him?

After a while, he couldn't help but look around the window, and there was only a busy man in the courtyard. He screamed and called Du Du. He asked, "How about people?"

Words kept flowing, and then came back, Du Bao reported: "It seems to be hurt, I just scratched into the small garden."

It was okay to meet in the morning, how could it hurt? Huo Linfeng walked out of the house and walked away from the garden, striding out meteor, and found the small garden at a stretch. Stop first, fix your eyes later, and your breath stagnates.

Under the begonia tree, Rong Luoyun was in a red suit, with a touch of petals.

Seeing him, Ben's slow pace was timid, hiding panic.

Huo Linfeng stepped closer, leaving chic, and stopped only in front of the other side. "Dress like a marriage." A mouth, let alone indifference, "Will you marry me?"

Rong Luoyun was so embarrassed that he wanted to hit the tree, and said, "The third child is telling the red lucky."

Huo Linfeng asked: "Is the General's Mansion touching your mold? Why should we ask for good luck?" This remark was sharp and mean, and his teeth covered his grievances.

However, with just one sentence, the words suddenly changed: "How can I be injured?"

Rong Luoyun replied: "Practice and go God, Master taught."

Huo Linfeng has a lot of questions: "What do you think when you walk away?" Do you want to lie to him next time, or do you want to capture the dragon formation and the moving clouds formation? He slandered silently, and Rong Luoyun whispered, "... I miss you."

It just happened that the wind was falling, it was a situation that destroyed the mind.

Huo Linfeng leaned over to explore his hand, hugged Rong Luoyun horizontally, and went all the way back to the main court. The maidservant's head, the little slobber, the watering gardener wetted the cloth shoes.

Fortunately, Rong Luoyun wore red, and he didn't look dizzy. Entering the bedroom, he was lightly rested on the bed, and when he stood up, he grasped tightly. "Don't go." He looked up at Huo Linfeng, "I, I feel pain all over."

Huo Linfeng asked: "Wipe some medicine?"

Rong Luoyun nodded in a hurry, tying a knot, and taking off his robe obediently. After taking off his shirt, he saw that the other side was sitting on the couch.

He said, "I'm fine."

Huo Linfeng said "um", calling for a small cricket.

Only then did Rong Luoyun understand that he could not bear it in the morning, and now he was holding his breath. He had a guilty conscience and wanted to make peace, so he said to Xiaoyu, "I don't have to worry about it, I'll do it myself."

When Xiaoxi left, there were only two of them in the room. He glanced at the edge of the couch eagerly, then wiped the medicine silently, poured the cold medicinal wine into the palm of his hand, opened the corner of the clothes and applied a small abdomen.

I do not know when, the untied gauze spread out.

Huo Linfeng was sitting side by side, like the grand master of the court case, his eyes turned to the prisoner.

After the hazy gauze tent, the erring thing dangled his head, rubbing his clothes with one hand, and rubbing his belly with one hand. After rubbing the belly, pour some medicinal wine, and touch the front to touch the shoulders, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, humming when itching, and humming when it hurts.

After rubbing his head, Rong Luoyun rolled up his trouser legs and began to wipe the scars on his legs. His knees bumped into blue, and he rubbed hard, curling his toes with pain.

With his hands moving, his head could not help but lean over and quietly aimed at Xiaota.

Huo Lin closed his eyes stunned and was almost smashed, making his heart pound. For a while, he opened his eyes and looked at him. The man had wiped his legs.

Was twisting, rubbing the waist half-faded.

He stared indifferently, not knowing that a fire was in his eyes. Taking a deep breath, the smell of medicine filled the nose, like a strong incense.

Rong Luoyun was completely unaware, rubbing his backhand, and soon became exhausted. He couldn't help wondering what to do after he wiped it out? Won't let him go? No, isn't that a trip in vain ...

He opened the tulle and squeezed the medicine bottle out of bed.

Step by step to the side of the couch, stood prudently, gathered up courage and handed the medicine bottle. "The back is not enough, you can help me." Rong Luoyun said, begging for help.

Huo Linfeng caught: "Turn over."

Rong Luoyun listened to the order, then suddenly his waist was hot, Huo Linfeng's palm was probed into the clothes. The palm was wet and warm, crawling up the waist, and gradually rubbing it to the back.

He was like a furry lynx, taut with his body and afraid to move.

Spreading to the scapula, Huo Linfeng touched the dense scars, all of which were swollen. The surname of Duan was so cruel, he just walked away and taught people like this.

He asked, "How did you fight?"

Unexpectedly, the other party took the initiative to speak, and Rong Luoyun hurriedly answered, "The rattan is drawn!"

Huo Linfeng frowned, how funny. Pour more medicinal wine to cover the heat and carefully rub the large traces. He took out his hand and said, "OK." After saying that Rong Luoyun didn't move, he repeated it, "It's done."

For a while, Rong Luoyun whispered, "Also."

Then slowly pulled down the pants, exposing two small round buttocks.

The newly changed small table was almost broken by Huo Linfeng again. In front of him, he had to stare naked / naked / naked, and they pleaded enthusiastically, so he had to rub and rub.

He drank the potion in his palm, and covered the ball with one hand, rubbing it wet and light. Anyway, a man who has experienced hundreds of battles, how can he not see the trick in front of him? This is shameless to seduce him!

Huo Linfeng's eyes, nose, and heart watched, creating a twelve minutes of concentration.

The movement was perfunctory, rubbing it twice and stopping, looking away to look at the fruit plate on the table. Unexpectedly, he held his palms still, Rong Luoyun stomped his feet lightly and struck his palm with that hip / pointer!

For a moment, for a moment, he could not calm down when he saw the peaches in the plate.

Huo Linfeng stretched out his hand and dragged a person into his arms.

He had to do a good job of accounting, first of all deceiving people without a change of face, making a serious fool, that's all, he pretended not to be petting. What kind of initiative is coming, pitiful Baba's appearance, wronged virtue, apparently learned that he came to admit his mistake.

In red clothes, take it off when you go to bed.

Apply a pill yourself and hum.

At the end, frankly admitting that he didn't spit out the words, but he shook the left door / fart / stock! Huo Linfeng counted the pieces, tightened them, and held on to the hands-on lesson of the surname Duan.

Suddenly, Rong Luoyun timidly said, "I'm sorry."

… Thousands of words lingered in his throat, Huo Lin took a little risk and turned his chew to swallow the words, and he almost blocked the Buddha.

If one thing surrenders one thing, he is better than twenty-three years. Should he surrender?

Rong Luoyun again: "Sorry ..."

General Huo Hanen condensed: "--It doesn't matter."