Donghua led everyone in a frantic escape, not daring to stop at all. Only a few breaths had passed since the beginning of the escape, and everyone was still stunned and unresponsive.
Gu Han frowned.
He knew very well that those people on the battlefield could not hold Man back for too long. They were just escaping temporarily. When Man caught up, they would still be dead!
Plan for today.
Only by finding that courtyard as soon as possible and getting the trump card can we cope with everything!
And besides that...
"Teacher Mei!"
He looked at Mei Yun, who was still unresponsive, and said in a deep voice, "I wonder if the old man is here?"
Mei Yun suddenly came back to his senses.
Others didn't know what was going on, so he naturally knew who Gu Han was talking about.
"Don't mention him!"
When he mentioned Lao Dao, he became angry and said angrily, "Last time I was so brainbroken that he didn't even move! He must have been hooking up with Aunt Sun!"
"Try it."
Gu Han sighed, "What if he can hear it this time?"
"Master!"
Mei Yun looked unhappy, looked up at the sky, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Has grass grown on the grave recently? Do you want me to clean it up for you?"
…
Big dream world.
Since blocking the sense of the outside world, the old Taoist and the scholar no longer pay attention to the outside world and are completely free.
now.
The old Taoist was half-leaning under the tree, with his legs crossed and a volume of manuscript in his hand. He was looking at it with great interest, and when he saw it, he burst into strange laughter inexplicably.
Wherever the excitement comes.
He read it unconsciously.
'Yu Hongying is too drunk.'
After having three or two glasses of wine in her stomach, she already felt dizzy, and the world seemed to be upside down... I saw her dimples glowing with clouds, panting constantly, feeling unbearably hot inside her body, her charming eyes like silk, her eyes clear and charming.
Hengsheng...'
'...it's May.'
"...The spring shirt is just thin.'
'...Yu Hongyingxiang sweated lightly and panted slightly. Her green jade fingers quietly penetrated into the tulle skirt and lifted it up gently. The skirt was half open, as white as snow, looming, and the spring scenery was beautiful...'
Sudden.
The old Taoist paused, looked into the distance with dissatisfaction, and shouted, "Where's down there?"
In front of the desk in the distance.
The scholar frowned while holding the pen, but the tip of the pen lingered, and the paper below was also blank.
I heard the old man yelling.
He frowned, put down his pen for a moment, and said calmly, "What's down there?"
"Under Yu Hongying's spring shirt...ahem."
Knowing that he had made a mistake, the old Taoist hurriedly replied, "I mean, where is today's manuscript?"
"Feel sorry."
The scholar said expressionlessly, "No more."
"Then you write it!"
"Can't write it."
The scholar frowned and said, "I'm feeling ill and my thinking is not smooth. I'll take a break for a day."
Chapter completed!