[Thunderbolt] The dragon sings for Qinghua

"Seeing you like this, I really can't suppress the joy in my heart."

Jian Zi, who was waiting for Aoxiao Hongchen to find holy water for him, did not expect to find another person who was destined to be entangled with him before the person he was waiting for.

Seeing Long Su, Jianzi couldn't help but smiled wryly: "Long Su, didn't you come here today just to see Jianzi's miserable situation?"

Long Su glanced at the golden sword on Jianzi's chest, his eyes slid over Jianzi's face again and said with a smile Yan Yan: "It's quite miserable, it's worth Long Su's coming to see it."

"Long Su, Aoxiao Hongchen may come back at any time." Jianzi looked at Long Su with a bit of a toothache, and his serious face said that I was worried about you, so if you finished reading it, you should leave as soon as possible. It's all about your expression.

"That's just right, Long Su can do it once and for all." Waving his fan, Long Su didn't care.

"Long Su, are you serious?" If he could have joked with Long Su normally, but at this time Jianzi really didn't dare to take the risk, not because he was afraid of death, but because he was afraid that Long Su would be like what he said, then It was really impossible to turn back, and this was something he absolutely could not allow to happen.

"Does it matter if I think it's serious or not? As long as others are serious." Long Su sat down, and casually made a set of tea sets, not caring at all that this was not his territory, and the action of turning against customers was very smooth.

Jianzi didn't notice anything, and sat down behind Long Su, waited for Long Su to brew the tea, and took a sip of it automatically.

It's been a long time since I tasted tea properly. All Long Su's products are high-quality goods, and I must give them a thumbs up. Enjoying the long-lost tea fragrance, Jianzi's brows, which had been tightly knit due to the situation, relaxed a little.

Neither of them said a word, they both seemed to be enjoying this rare peaceful time wholeheartedly, the years were quiet, but it was only for a while.

When the tea was over, Jianzi opened his mouth to break the peaceful atmosphere: "Long Su, your aura seems to be different again."

They are both at the peak of the three religions, and they are also close friends. As long as there is a slight change in each other's breath, they can be keenly aware of it immediately.

"Of course it has changed." Without denying it, Long Su admitted it very frankly.

Jianzi's brows, which had been slightly loosened just now, twitched again. Let's not talk about Longsu's martial arts, but why is there a trace of Buddha's sword in this smell!

"What happened to the Buddhist sword?"

"Oh, it's rare for you to get straight to the point." Waving his fan, Long Su still teased in a rather unserious way.

"Long Su!" There was a hint of anger in the accentuated tone.

Long Su raised his eyebrows, these two people like to call him in such a heavy tone recently, after Long Su seriously thought about the scene of angering them at the same time, he covered his face with his fan: "I don't know."

Jianzi thought about the evil shadow that exchanged news with him, Buddha Sword should still be lying dead in the swamp at this time, and Yilongsu's habit should not go to fish people out, after all, the swamp is not clean The place……

"So, you came here today to satisfy your own gloating?"

"The scourge has been around for thousands of years. Even if Long Su gloats, he can't enjoy himself to the fullest. It's really a pity."

"Okay, I have laughed and tasted tea, should you say it this time?"

What do you say?Looking at Jianzi with a serious face waiting for him to speak out, Long Su suddenly felt tired. If he has strength, he will have power. It made him feel impatient, or tyrannical.

Long Su sighed in his heart, although he had the holy power of Confucianism and the holy spirit of Buddhism, the evil soldier guards and bloodthirsty forces still had some influence on his xinxing after all, and he should take a good retreat after the matter of Yujiefei was over It's been a while.

"A few days ago, I felt two very powerful Buddhist spirits."

"When the two Buddhas appear in this world, there must be disasters." Jianzi continued Long Su's words: "What do you think, my friend?"

"Kill one, it can be solved." Long Su answered very simply.

"No." Jian Zi also refuted very simply.

Long Su smiled, you see, this is the biggest difference between him and Buddha Sword and Jianzi, it is a kind of luck, but it is also a kind of misfortune.

The double Buddhas must be manipulated by someone with a heart behind them. I'm afraid it has something to do with Xiebingwei, but this person is hidden behind the scenes and cannot be seen now. Now he bears most of Xiebingwei's power to survive, so it is difficult to protect things. There will be leaks that will cause covetousness and calculations, and it has never been his style to be passive. Since that person is planning on the coming of the two Buddhas, he might as well do some calculations, and always find out who is behind the scenes. Only then can you feel at ease.

"Forget it, I'm just joking, Long Su has no interest in the fate of the Buddha's disciples, not to mention that the heavens have given this admonition, the fate of these two Buddha disciples in the future may be unlucky."

"Long Su, you have mysteries in your words, why don't you tell them all?"

"Yeah, the Taoist sword is unparalleled in the world, why does the mystery need to be exhausted?"

"Long Su..." Jian Zi gestured to cover the golden sword on his chest: "I'm seriously injured now, how can you bear to watch me think hard and make my injury worse?"

Worse?Seeing Jianzi's pretentious appearance, Long Su stood up from his chair, walked over to Jianzi and bent down, Jianzi raised his head slightly, Long Su was only a finger away from him, Jin Liuli's eyes were the familiar look of disdain Ao Ran is also the cold and cold Ruyuan he is familiar with, and every time he looks into the eyes, he can't help but lose his mind for a moment, because his complexion is strange and graceful, gorgeous and dazzling.

A muffled snort came from Jianzi's nose, and a bare hand lightly pressed Jianzi Jinjian's wound, Long Suqing's cool and rich breath lingered around Jianzi.

"Jianzi, how serious is your injury?"

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