I emo after dressing as a villain

With his joining, Bai Fu came up with an excuse, one for the sake of Mr. Zhang, one for the carriage, and two disciples. If Zhang Junyan didn't stop him, it might not be like an experience, but an outing. .

"Your uncle is a very nice person." Zhang Junyan looked at Zhuang Tongtong who had been silent from beginning to end, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, when the time comes, you can do your own thing, and I will visit my temple without any delay. "

Zhuang Tongtong said nothing, just glanced at him indifferently, then turned and got into the carriage.

Zhang Junyan was also used to his indifference, so he didn't feel embarrassed. He turned around and asked the disciple next to him, "Little brother, how long will it take us to get there?"

"For a carriage, it will take about four or five days." After finishing speaking, he added, "My surname is Zhan, and you can call me Fubo!"

Zhang Junyan likes this kid very much, he looks very smart, with a round face and a canine tooth when he smiles, he looks very friendly.

"What if it wasn't a carriage?" he asked.

Zhan Fubo scratched the back of his head and thought for a while, "It takes about two days to ride a horse, but if the young master is alone, it may take one day."

The gap is too big, just now he was talking big so as not to delay others, but he delayed before he left the house, "Why?"

Zhan Fubo was a little proud, "Because the young master has deep inner strength, he can fly with the sword for a long time."

"Uh..." Zhang Junyan was instantly emo, he forgot that in order to bring out the love of the hostess, the spare tires are not only more handsome than the other, but also better than the other. If it weren't for the fact that Zhuang Tong was young when he was a child, he would be a decent adult guy level.

He still remembered that each of the four sects had their own unique secrets and different weapons. Yushanggong had two swords, one for killing and the other for flying, but only Zhuang Tongtong had practiced a sword that could not only kill but also fly. Ability.

Of course, after Zhuang Tongtong died for the heroine, the old temple master handed over the secret book to Jiang Yuliang, and Jiang Yuliang, who is the heroine, naturally learned it too, but when everyone praised Jiang Yuliang that day, no one mentioned the first one. Zhuang Tongtong who combined two swords into one sword.

Thinking of this, Zhang Junyan felt a little distressed in his eyes, and after a brief chat with Zhan Fubo, he got into the carriage.

On the carriage, Zhuang Tongtong sat quietly with his eyes closed, and the light came in from the gap and shone on him.

As if passing through a layer of soft light, the breeze gently blew up his hair at the sideburns, reflecting his flawless face. He was wearing a shirt with large sleeves embroidered with cranes, like the light ink on the rice paper.

A flash of surprise flashed across Zhang Junyan's eyes. After thinking about it, he sat down next to him honestly. He stared at Zhuang Tongtong's face for a long time, and then suddenly said, with a touch of regret in his tone, "You said it would be very sad if no one mentioned it after death."

He lazily changed his posture and leaned back, "I think it's quite sad, so I think that people either have their names left in history, or they will be infamous forever. It doesn't matter whether their reputation is good or bad, as long as they don't kill innocent people, don't harm righteous people, and don't try to kill people." Fame and fortune, but only with a clear conscience is the right way.”

"Heretics." The cold voice sounded like a clear spring in the mountains.

Zhang Junyan twitched the corners of his mouth indifferently, his slightly drooping eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, and his thin lips parted slightly, "It's better to leave what happened today to future generations, whether it's good or bad, anyway, I'm gone, I'm already in the coffin Lay flat, can't hear or see, let them go."

Zhuang Tongtong raised his head casually, staring at Zhang Junyan with his pretty eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

Zhang Junyan changed from the deepness just now, and smiled slyly, "I have said so much, I just want to tell you that women affect the speed at which you draw your sword."

Zhuang Tongtong's eyes flickered, his expression was very indifferent, and between the light and shadow, the light light of the whole body flowed, casting a layer of indifference.

It's a pity that Zhang Junyan didn't notice it, and was still frantically probing on the verge of death, "I think Ruan Yu'er is also good, much better than that Cheng Yan, do you want to consider changing it?"

Hearing this, Zhuang Tongtong had a difficult smile on his face, but it was cold. The saber in his hand came out of the sheath three inches and stuck to Zhang Junyan's neck.

A few black hairs were cut off by the sword energy and slowly fell down. Zhang Junyan froze in fright, fearing that a careless movement would kill him, his Adam's apple rolled, he subconsciously licked his lower lip, the corners of his mouth curled up in a small arc, With a flattering smile, "Don't be angry, young man, I'll just shut up."