"A gangster is also a kind of moral character, very noble, and what I want is a gangster effect." I closed my eyes and said this arrogantly, what's wrong with a gangster? I just have the appearance of a gangster, but I don't have the temperament of a gangster.
"Quia!" These two people actually said in unison.
"Since when did you two have such a tacit understanding?" The grass in my mouth started to move because of my words. I was like a hooligan to the extreme. "Because of you!" They said in unison again. Did the two of them take the wrong medicine?
?I sat up all of a sudden.
"When did your relationship become so good?" I threw away the straw and sat up suddenly. There was something going on between these two people.
"We are of the same age and have bold personalities. Why can't we be friends?" Xingpo rolled his eyes and said with disdain. "Okay, okay, consider me obsolete." I found another piece of grass and held it in my mouth.
Still looking like a gangster.
"Rogue." These two people said that again.
Bored, I glanced at them and then went back to sleep. "Mo Xuan, is your injury okay?" Xingpo and Zhang Liang were actually just joking, and they also knew that my injury was not serious.
"It's okay." I still closed my eyes. Even though I said this, I also knew that I was definitely seriously injured. When I burned the net bag that Six Sword Slave got from someone, a lot of it was gathered in that net bag.
If you forcefully burn the yin and yang net bag of onmyoji, you will be seriously injured.
"Stop pretending, I know your injury is definitely serious, do you want me to heal it?" Xingpo glanced at me and shrugged. This? Healing? No, once healed, then the biggest secret of my Onmyoji is
People will find out. "Forget it, take care of yourself." Refuse directly. Asking for help from others is better than asking for help from yourself.
"Zixuan, do you want to go back to Confucianism?" Zhang Liang is more concerned about this. "Of course, Third Master." The injury is a bit troublesome now. I need to go back to Confucianism to heal slowly.
"I rested." After saying this, I really fell asleep. I don't know why, but I feel very sleepy when I get injured. Maybe it's because of my physical condition.
"Zixuan? Are you back?" Zimu happened to see me walking into the Sansheng House. "Senior Brother Zimu, okay." I nodded. The most depressing thing in Confucianism is to learn to respect others.
"Who is this?" Zimu saw Xingpo standing next to me. This was also the most annoying thing for me. I don't know why Zhang Liang asked him to come to Confucianism? "He is Zipo, and he just entered Confucianism."
I introduced the star in front of me with a straight face.
"Senior Brother Zimu, I am Zipo, please take care of me." Xingpo smiled shyly. I glanced at him, how could such a brainless person smile so shyly?
"Haha, Zipo, if you don't understand anything in the future, come and ask me!" Zimu liked it very much when someone was so humble to him, so he left happily.
"This Zimu is a bit interesting." Xingpo stood and touched his chin, very good at pretending to be cool. "Um..." I expressed my speechlessness to him directly, and then turned my head coldly.
"This is your residence in Confucianism? It's quite big!" He patted the bed and thought it was not bad.
"Only junior disciples live here." I feel that I have insulted myself by living here. This is simply too tragic. Junior, this is only a place where junior disciples live, but I live here. This is a stain in my life.
.
"Junior disciple? Me too?" Xingpo pointed at himself in disbelief. With his strength, he was only a junior disciple. "Junior disciples are not bad, at least no one will doubt us." Shao Yu felt more relaxed and felt
there is nothing.
"I am a master of the Yin Yang family, how could I be just a junior disciple in the Confucian school?" This is a blow, a naked/naked/naked blow, this is simply a tragic blow.
"Keep your voice down." I glanced at him. I must know that Confucian people, or to be precise, all the schools of thought, are hostile to the Yin-Yang family. If someone knew that Xing Po was a member of the Yin-Yang family, wouldn't he?