The next morning, Guan Ju got up early and went to the morning market in Shetou City. He bought five-flower soy milk and local steamed beef while it was still hot. Guan Ju carried a large bag of things with a face full of joy. These...
They are all bought for Xiao Wangluo, so he must be replenished.
Wang Luo, who was sleeping soundly and dreaming of the long-awaited dream, heard the door of the room being quietly opened.
Wang Luo sat up out of habit and saw Zhao Qianshu sneaking in while squatting, holding a small branch in his hand and smiling broadly.
Wang Luo looked at Zhao Qianshu and smiled evilly: "What are you doing? Just lock him up for a few days and one night. Why don't you let that high ball catch you for a few days?"
Zhao Qianshu stood up, waved his hands repeatedly, walked towards Wang Luo, and grabbed his arm: "Boss, little brother, I had a sleepless night last night. I have thought about it. I want to practice. I want to be the best in the world. I want to do this."
A good little brother who can protect the boss."
"As a man, you not only have to be rich, but you also have to be awesome!" Zhao Qianshu said arrogantly.
Wang Luo rolled his eyes at Zhao Qianshu and kicked him away: "Is there anything else?"
"No!"
"If not, just get out of here and don't disturb my sleep."
"Don't bother me, boss. I'm very serious. This is the biggest determination I have made in my life. Even Liang Hai can't pretend." Zhao Qianshu patted his slightly puffed-up chest.
"Ouch, I don't know who it is. Yesterday I cried and called Boss for help, Brother Luo, help me. Why are you looking so proud now? Who gave you the courage? Liang Jingru?" Wang Luo said with a smile.
"My cousin is still a baby."
"Who?" Wang Luo looked confused.
"Liang Jingru, my distant cousin is only ten years old. What kind of courage can she give me? Because my brother Luo is my eldest brother, I have such courage." Zhao Qianshu said with a smile.
Wang Luo was speechless and didn't know what to say.
Zhao Qianshu didn't care whether Wang Luo refused or not. He shamelessly pulled Wang Luo to ask for some secrets on the exercises. Is there any kind of exercises that can reach the eighth or ninth level in one night? It's okay if you don't have them. You can do it yourself at around the seventh level.
Don't dislike it.
Wang Luo glanced at Zhao Qianshu: "If your father is rich, ask your father to buy it for you."
"Brother Luo, you have to be honest, you are my boss." Zhao Qianshu coyly took Wang Luo's arm and shook it.
Wang Luo was so angry that he kicked him out of the door: "You are my brother, okay? Tomorrow I will give you a secret book of immortal magic, so that you can directly realize Taoism and become an immortal."
"Brother Luo, don't fool me, he's not that powerful."
Zhao Qianshu said aggrievedly.
Wang Luo got out of bed and really wanted to slap this melon boy: "Then I'll tell you where to find the seventh or eighth level Kung Fu."
Zhao Qianshu's eyes turned red and he didn't say a word.
At this time, Guan Ju came back with a large bag of things in his hand. Zhao Qianshu climbed up and went over to show his courtesy and continued: "Cousin, no wonder I didn't see you in the morning. You went to buy things for us so early in the morning. From now on,
Whoever marries you will be happy, I must find a wife like you in the future."
The speaker has no intention, the listener has intention.
After what happened last night, Wang Luo and Guan Ju seemed to have something hidden in their hearts.
Wang Luo coughed and saw Zhao Qianshu whose mouth was full of beef: "I can't even stop your mouth after eating it."
Zhao Qianshu squinted his eyes, smiled happily, and didn't forget to turn around and wink.
Guan Ju glanced sideways at Zhao Qianshu, pulled the food he bought into his arms, and handed it to Wang Luo: "It's still hot, eat quickly."
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In Peach Blossom Alley, not far from Rouge Pavilion in Snake Head City, a young man dressed in white had a dull expression on his face. He slammed his right hand against the wall on one side, and a hole suddenly appeared: "Are the higher-ups still unwilling to come forward?"
The burly man with a mustache standing opposite frowned and replied: "There are unclear factions in the court. The master did not take sides at first. The tree fell and the hozens dispersed. Now all parties have different opinions. No one dares to come out to take over this mess. What's more,
Besides, that person is still here."
The young man in white thought for a while: "I don't know if my choice is correct."
"Nothing in this world is perfect, but it's all about pursuing a path and not complaining or regretting."
The young man in white smiled and then nodded: "The Chaomen Conference is about to begin. I don't know how the person I choose will perform. You and I are both pawns, and so are all the living beings in the world."
The mustachioed man snorted coldly, turned around and looked at the bright sun: "If you can't jump out of the chess piece, you have to break it with your own hands. If you can't change your life, at least it should be perfect."
"Let's not talk about these, these are all things that we can't do in the end. Master, has there been any action in Tianyu recently?" the young master in white asked.
The man with a mustache who was called Master shook his head: "I heard that a group of people were killed in Wuling City, and I went to see the scene afterwards. The person who killed this group of people was one person."
The young man in white was a little embarrassed and frowned: "How is it possible? Alone?"
The mustache nodded: "It is indeed the same person. At that time, it was not just me, but also the monk Zhang Ruojun. Since he said so, it means we are inseparable."
"There is no action in Tianyu?"
"Do you know why Tianyu exists today? An organization hidden in the world, capable of killing people thousands of miles away without leaving any trace, and capable of containing all the dirt in the world. Why don't those so-called famous families go to strangulate them? The courts of various countries also turn a blind eye.
?”
The young man in white thought for a while and then slowly uttered two words: "Balance."
The mustache smiled with some relief: "That's right. Every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite. There is no scandal in any sect or court. There is no need to ask for help. There is more darkness in this world than what we can see.
Arrived."
"The second prince of the Yanyun Dynasty back then, and now the emperor, did not still unite with Tianyu to seek the throne. Do you really think that God is unkind and died of an epidemic, as the outside said? Those who participated in the Pingwumen Incident,
How many people are alive now?" The mustache's eyes were empty.
The young man in white was extremely shocked. He had never thought that something like this would happen in the Yanyun Dynasty. He stayed where he was and slowly squatted down: "Master, what should I do now?"
"Let's go with the wind and drift with the waves. Master, I will try every means to solve the internal problems, but for this trip to Tai'an, you have to rely on yourself." The mustache patted the white clothes slowly.
Prince's shoulders.
Without saying a word, he turned his back and waved his hands, heading north.
Standing there, the young man in white suddenly felt that it was a bit cold in the early spring season. He gently hugged his arms and murmured to himself: It's cold, so you should put on more clothes.