Mu Xue covered her face. Although the story was a bit exaggerated, it was probably still a real shadow. If you look at it, I wonder if it reminded me of some details I didn’t remember very much back then.

I saw the book said again: "Mu is the first hero of the romantic and fame, the hero in the pile of makeup. He travels all day long, bees and butterflies, seeks flowers and willows, and has a beautiful man in the floating city.

Since he was able to defeat Cen Qianshan, he was not in a hurry to defile him. Instead, he had a plan and took him as his apprentice, and taught him to the age of 18. He waited patiently for the ceremony of Cen Qianshan's coming to adulthood. Fang Xiaoyan's friend and his disciple came to serve him.

But how did the disciple look like? The silver-belt black python straddles the waist, is solid and tough; the jade-branched golden boots are tightly closed, the legs are straight and long. A pair of bent eyebrows are flexed and resentful, two veins are filled with affection, the face is like frost and snow, the temples are like knife-cut ink, and the bamboo is green and the pines are not as beautiful as spring. I was just being stolen by the romantic flow, but I was reluctant to accept it.

Mu everyone drank a few glasses of mellow wine, and saw such a person again. He felt unbearable. He used the alcohol to play with people and forced the handsome husband to put himself into Luowei..."

Mu Xue closed the pages with a bang, her heart pounding.

After thinking about it, I died before the thunder catastrophe. Xiaoshan did grow up, a handsome young man, and a jade man on the street, which attracted countless girls in Fuwang City to touch their hearts.

On the day of his coming-of-age ceremony, I actually held a banquet for him, invited Honglian and Uncle Nian and several friends. I was happy at the banquet and drank a few more drinks. But no matter what, I would not lose my morality after drinking and do such a crazy thing.

She burned her red on both sides, thought for a long time, and carefully turned the pages again.

I only saw that chapter of the classic song that was so hard to defeat the enemy:

The fox friend and the dog friend threw the spirit stone as a bet, betting that proud apprentice could be stubborn when? I heard the voice of struggle and unyielding at the beginning of the room. I couldn't pass half of the incense stick. I heard someone's already softening and begging for mercy in a low voice, "Master, let's spare Xiaoshan this time."

When I listened carefully, the spring in the room was getting stronger and stronger, and the wine became more and more fragrant. I was drunk together and I didn’t know the sun was like the sun.

Poor Xiaolangjun Cen, his heart has been so wrong since then.

I just regret that Mu everyone is heartless and fortunate, and after tasting the taste, he threw the people aside. He still looked for flowers and willows every night. Today he met the young master of the Yan family and tomorrow he met the young master of the Liu family. He actually gave up Cen Qianshan who had already obtained it, and ignored him and never even gave him a title.

Cen Qianshan was infatuated and deeply in love. Until Mu Jia died, he was heartbroken and loyal, and he was hard at the cold kiln for 180 years, and he still has no regrets.

This Tao is full of affection and is always betrayed by ruthlessness. If the heaven has feelings, the heaven will grow old.

Alas, sad? Sigh?

When Mu Xue saw this, she was stunned and wished she could slap her two hands to remind herself of what happened back then.
Chapter completed!