Battling Records of the Chosen One

However, when he noticed Liu Qingxi’s gaze, Lin Xun opened his throat from the meditation, and smiled and said: "How, now believe it?"

Liu Qingyu nodded, and Ying Lu’s lips raised a smile: “I still feel like dreaming until now.”

Lin searched dumbly and said: "This is called the road of nowhere, clear girl, now Tianyin Pavilion has provoked a sigh, it will certainly be self-sufficient, it will be safe for you and your master."

Liu Qing sighed, and the scent of depression that lingered in the eyebrows also reduced a lot, and the whole person glowed with an amazing bright breath.

She came to Lin Xun to sit down and asked her head: "Yu Xuan's predecessors, who do you think will be the murderer of these things?"

The sound is as clear and sweet as the sky.

She is as clear as a star, as eyebrows, as ethereal as she is, and only listening to her is a rare enjoyment.

Lin looked for a green gourd, took a sip of wine, and said: "Which I might know, maybe... is a pity of jealousy, can't bear to ruin the girl who was murdered by the predecessors? However, the girl can not call the other person' The murderer, this is a living Buddha who rescues the suffering."

Liu Qing took a look at Lin, looking forward to it, and it’s fascinating.

She thought about it and said: "Whether it is a living Bodhisattva, I only know that when the Qiang’s predecessors went out for a trip, they brought me back a good news. After the opportunity, I must repay my predecessors. ”

"You don't have to wait any longer, just now."

Lin Xun suddenly remembered something, said, "I have heard that the Qing dynasty girl made a wonderful achievement in the temperament, and also played a rare musical instrument called Guru Lingling. I wonder if I am fortunate enough to listen to a song?"

Liu Qingqi was surprised: "The ancient law Lingling? Who did the seniors listen to? Since entering the Tianyin Pavilion practice, I have never revealed this instrument."

Lin seeks to scream in the heart, just to explain, Liu Qingyi has smiled and nodded: "However, if the seniors like it, the little woman is ugly and why?"

Said, she took out a shape like a drop of water, about the size of the palm, with nine holes on the surface, the surface of the sapphire-like warm and lustrous musical instrument.

Ancient law!

Lin looked deep in the eyes and raised a touch of imperfections.

At the age of seven, the mine was in jail.

It was a night, the snow was flying, and Mr. Deer sat alone on the top of a mountain, sipping a wine gourd and drinking it alone.

Until the wine was on the head, Mr. Lu took out the Guru Lingling, who had been wearing it all the time, and then called Lin Xun, who was only seven years old at the time.

Without talking, Mr. Deer just played the ancient law.

That lonely and empty, floating in the wind and snow of the world, revealing the unspeakable desolateness and sadness.

Lin Xun, who is only seven years old, knows for the first time that this temperament is a kind of loneliness that no one knows, and no one complains about loneliness.

At the end of the song, Mr. Lu looked at Lin Xun’s eyes and said, “Remember this piece is the last trace left before your mother leaves.”

At that time, Lin Xun remembered the ancient law and remembered the piece.

Liu Qingqi did not notice the strangeness of Lin Xun. Her green and white fingers were pressed on the ancient law, and the red lips were lightly opened and played.

A burst of melodious sounds like a scorpio sounded like a swaying sway in the sky, reverberating in the long rivers...

Lin seeks to drink silently, and the long-lost memory is like opening. My heart remembers Mr. Lu, remembering the days when he was in prison at the mine.

The quiet courtyard, like the night sky of the ink, the splendid stars, the melodious notes like the strings that touch the heart, wandering.

......

"Take the white blade and kill the red dust."

In another courtyard, the Maiden teenager was lazy in the rocking chair.

His head was folded with his arms, his legs were cocked, and his mouth was smashing. "Oh, no, it should be a glass of wine, killing people in the city."

The Maiden boy has also heard about the **** things that happened on the swaying ship. The first reaction was to shoot a thigh, and he said with emotion: "This buddy, fierce!"

The people who are in the ruins of the ruins say that killing is killing, isn’t it fierce?

At that time, the Mai teenagers were impulsive and wanted to find Lin Xun, to have a chat with the fierce person, it is best to have a drink.

If Lin Xun does not agree, he will take the slogan to do the trick.

After all, today's swaying ship, I am afraid that only he is clear, the murderer of this **** incident is sacred.

But best, he was stopped by the old man, and he was so tempted that he would not get caught up in this storm and watch it with a cold eye.

This made the Mai teenager very disappointing. At this moment, lying in the rocking chair, listening to the sound of the melody from the distant courtyard, if the sound of the sky is so beautiful, the heart is more and more depressed.

After the guy murdered, it was a good thing, and there were beautiful people, listening to the wonderful songs, and it was very chic.

Look at yourself again, even the yard is not allowed to give up, it is simply stunned.

A knock at the door sounded.

Awkwardly, the Maiden boy immediately got up and rushed forward to open the door. He said in his mouth: "My mother-in-law, I will see who is coming to visit, and promise not to cause trouble, you can not mix."

The old man was helpless for a while, and she also knew that this kid’s character was extremely disappointing. So many days without leaving the house, he was about to make him boring.

"Who is it."

The Maiden teenager opened the door and smiled and greeted him.

Outside the door, stood a group of strong people in the Tianyin Pavilion, headed by a saint Wang Wang elder, the name is called Wen.

"The son, we have some questions that need your answer."

Cheng Wen was sullen and sullen, and he said, "In addition, if we don't mind, we will search your residence. The son should be clear. Some bad things happened tonight, and I hope the son can cooperate."

The words are hard, with a taste that cannot be violated.

This made the smile on the face of the Mai teenagers converge, and there was no power to say: "It turned out to be this, sorry, it doesn't matter to me."

boom!

He closed the door directly, and he said in his mouth: "I really doubt that I am on my head. These idiots have no eyes."

The old man in the distance said: "Less master, now you understand, that guy is a trouble, who touches who suffers."

The Mai boy sighed and sighed: "Just chat."

The knock on the door sounded again.

The Maiden boy raised his eyebrows and opened the door. He saw that Wen and others looked at him with a look of disappointment and looked very angry.

"Oh, don't give up."

The Maiden teenager embraced his arms and smiled with hippies. "One by one, a dead face, crying, is this?"

"Don't help you, please respect!"

When I became a warm tooth, I almost got angry. "Here is Yinghan Mountain, but it is also the site of my Tianyin Pavilion. If you don't cooperate with me, don't blame me for being welcome!"

The old man in the distance screamed badly.

Can not wait for her to stop, I saw the Mai teenager suddenly found a hand.

Click!

Cheng Wen, the neck of the elder of the sage of the Tianyin Pavilion, was twisted into a twist.

Then, if his body was incinerated, it instantly turned into an ashes and disappeared. From beginning to end, he did not have time to react!

"Dare to threaten Xiaoye, now all are dead, you are... no exception."

The Maiden boy smiled and opened his mouth, and a pair of scorpions picked up, and the human and animal were harmless.

The strong person who can come along with the warmth, when facing the Maiden boy again, the body is stiff, such as falling into the ice cave, the look is full of fear.

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(Today's wedding reception, drink a little more, but the update did not drop the chain!

Say something important, at 8 o'clock tomorrow night, the goldfish on the micro / letter / public number "xiaojinyu233", red envelope! )