(This chapter is about preventing theft in the early morning, please refresh it in the morning!)
"Hey, why can't I see your face?"
"Why do you want to look at my face?"
"Nonsense, of course it depends on what you look like. Are you a green-faced fang, a jade-faced boy, or a bearded man."
Damn it, isn’t it just a matter of looking at faces when meeting netizens...
On the tall building with no words on the plaque, the young Confucian scholar walked around the purple robe and looked up and down curiously.
This figure was dressed in purple clothes, with a bright cyan belt tied around his waist. He was extremely tall, about two meters tall, but he did not look burly, like Gu Yiwu, but rather slender.
But he is very tall, half a head taller than the eight-foot-two-inch Zhao Rong.
The purple clothes on its body are lingering with purple energy, hazy like mist, billowing all the time, and roughly maintaining the shape of a robe.
However, the general figure under the purple clothes cannot be seen.
The young Confucian scholar couldn't help but look at it a few more times and said to himself:
They are people from the Xuanhuang Realm thousands of years ago. Are the ancient people taller than today's people?
Zhao Rong thought for no reason that the ancestors of the Li tribe who had lived in Lidi were also tall and handsome.
"How about a green-faced man with fangs, a young man with a jade face, a big man with a scumbag..."
Gui Youyou, who was dressed in purple, turned around, faced Zhao Rong, and asked softly: "...so what?"
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and looked at its blurry face again.
There was a purple mist there, and I could only see the general shape of the facial features, including what the nose was and what the eyes were.
The poisonous tongue sword spirit that we have known for a long time makes it difficult for people to see his specific face clearly.
I don’t know if it is doing this deliberately, or if it is currently weak and only in the state of soul body, and is barely able to act with the help of purple energy at this moment...
However, he took a closer look and found that Gui's face seemed to be quite small, with a slightly pointed chin...
The young Confucian scholar folded his hands, took a leisurely step forward, and stood side by side with the purple-robed sword spirit at the railing on the roof of the building.
The view here is extremely broad, and the vast Pinghu Lake can be seen at a glance.
Zhao Rong glanced at the strange sight of a pool of dragons below.
He thought for a while and said sincerely: "I have given you a beautiful face for free. Do you still want to have it for free? Let me see yours."
Return: "…………"
Zhao Rong was curious, "By the way, are you a feminine and sissy type?"
"Get out!" Sword Spirit said angrily.
Don't want to pay attention to him.
Zhao Rong smiled.
After a while, the two of them turned to talk about tonight's business...
…
"Hey, why can't I see your face?"
"Why do you want to look at my face?"
"Nonsense, of course it depends on what you look like. Are you a green-faced fang, a jade-faced boy, or a bearded man."
Damn it, isn’t it just a matter of looking at faces when meeting netizens...
On the tall building with no words on the plaque, the young Confucian scholar walked around the purple robe and looked up and down curiously.
This figure was dressed in purple clothes, with a bright cyan belt tied around his waist. He was extremely tall, about two meters tall, but he did not look burly, like Gu Yiwu, but rather slender.
But he is very tall, half a head taller than the eight-foot-two-inch Zhao Rong.
The purple clothes on its body are lingering with purple air, hazy like mist, billowing all the time, and roughly maintaining the shape of a robe.
However, the general figure under the purple clothes cannot be seen.
The young Confucian scholar couldn't help but look at it a few more times and said to himself:
They are people from the Xuanhuang Realm thousands of years ago. Are the ancient people taller than today's people?
Zhao Rong thought for no reason that the ancestors of the Li tribe who had lived in Lidi were also tall and handsome.
"How about a green-faced man with fangs, a young man with a jade face, a big man with a scumbag..."
Gui Youyou, who was dressed in purple, turned around, faced Zhao Rong, and asked softly: "...so what?"
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and looked at its blurry face again.
There was a purple mist there, and I could only see the general shape of the facial features, including what the nose was and what the eyes were.
The poisonous tongue sword spirit that we have known for a long time makes it difficult for people to see his specific face clearly.
I don’t know if it is doing this deliberately, or if it is currently weak and only in the state of soul body, and is barely able to act with the help of purple energy at this moment...
However, he took a closer look and found that Gui's face seemed to be quite small, with a slightly pointed chin...
The young Confucian scholar folded his hands, took a leisurely step forward, and stood side by side with the purple-robed sword spirit at the railing on the roof of the building.
The view here is extremely broad, and the vast Pinghu Lake can be seen at a glance.
Zhao Rong glanced at the strange sight of a pool of dragons below.
He thought for a while and said sincerely: "I have given you a beautiful face for free. Do you still want to have it for free? Let me see yours."
Return: "…………"
Zhao Rong was curious, "By the way, are you a feminine and sissy type?"
"Get out!" Sword Spirit said angrily.
Don't want to pay attention to him.
Zhao Rong smiled.
The two turned to talk about business...
…
"Hey, why can't I see your face?"
"Why do you want to look at my face?"
"Nonsense, of course it depends on what you look like. Are you a green-faced fang, a jade-faced boy, or a bearded man."
Damn it, isn’t it just a matter of looking at faces when meeting netizens...
On the tall building with no words on the plaque, the young Confucian scholar walked around the purple robe and looked up and down curiously.
This figure was dressed in purple clothes, with a bright cyan belt tied around his waist. He was extremely tall, about two meters tall, but he did not look burly, like Gu Yiwu, but rather slender.
But he is very tall, half a head taller than the eight-foot-two-inch Zhao Rong.
The purple clothes on its body are lingering with purple air, hazy like mist, billowing all the time, and roughly maintaining the shape of a robe.
However, the general figure under the purple clothes cannot be seen.
The young Confucian scholar couldn't help but look at it a few more times and said to himself:
They are people from the Xuanhuang Realm thousands of years ago. Are the ancient people taller than today's people?
Zhao Rong thought for no reason that the ancestors of the Li tribe who had lived in Lidi were also tall and handsome.
"How about a green-faced man with fangs, a young man with a jade face, a big man with a scumbag..."
Gui Youyou, who was dressed in purple, turned around, faced Zhao Rong, and asked softly: "...so what?"
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and looked at its blurry face again.
There was a purple mist there, and I could only see the general shape of the facial features, including what the nose was and what the eyes were.
The poisonous tongue sword spirit that we have known for a long time makes it difficult for people to see his specific face clearly.
I don’t know if it is doing this deliberately, or if it is currently weak and only in the state of soul body, and is barely able to act with the help of purple energy at this moment...
However, he took a closer look and found that Gui's face seemed to be quite small, with a slightly pointed chin...
The young Confucian scholar folded his hands, took a leisurely step forward, and stood side by side with the purple-robed sword spirit at the railing on the roof of the building.
The view here is extremely broad, and the vast Pinghu Lake can be seen at a glance.
Zhao Rong glanced at the strange sight of a pool of dragons below.
He thought for a while and said sincerely: "I have given you a beautiful face for free. Do you still want to have it for free? Let me see yours."
Return: "…………"
Zhao Rong was curious, "By the way, are you a feminine and sissy type?"
"Get out!" Sword Spirit said angrily.
Don't want to pay attention to him.
Zhao Rong smiled.
The two turned to talk about business...
…
"Hey, why can't I see your face?"
"Why do you want to look at my face?"
"Nonsense, of course it depends on what you look like. Are you a green-faced fang, a jade-faced boy, or a bearded man."
Damn it, isn’t it just a matter of looking at faces when meeting netizens...
On the tall building with no words on the plaque, the young Confucian scholar walked around the purple robe and looked up and down curiously.
This figure was dressed in purple clothes, with a bright cyan belt tied around his waist. He was extremely tall, about two meters tall, but he did not look burly, like Gu Yiwu, but rather slender.
But he is very tall, half a head taller than the eight-foot-two-inch Zhao Rong.
The purple clothes on its body are lingering with purple air, hazy like mist, billowing all the time, and roughly maintaining the shape of a robe.
However, the general figure under the purple clothes cannot be seen.
The young Confucian scholar couldn't help but look at it a few more times and said to himself:
They are people from the Xuanhuang Realm thousands of years ago. Are the ancient people taller than today's people?
Zhao Rong thought for no reason that the ancestors of the Li tribe who had lived in Lidi were also tall and handsome.
"How about a green-faced man with fangs, a young man with a jade face, a big man with a scumbag..."
Gui Youyou, who was dressed in purple, turned around, faced Zhao Rong, and asked softly: "...so what?"
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and looked at its blurry face again.
There was a purple mist there, and I could only see the general shape of the facial features, including what the nose was and what the eyes were.
The poisonous tongue sword spirit that we have known for a long time makes it difficult for people to see his specific face clearly.
I don’t know if it is doing this deliberately, or if it is currently weak and only in the state of soul body, and is barely able to act with the help of purple energy at this moment...
However, he took a closer look and found that Gui's face seemed to be quite small, with a slightly pointed chin...
The young Confucian scholar folded his hands, took a leisurely step forward, and stood side by side with the purple-robed sword spirit at the railing on the roof of the building.
The view here is extremely broad, and the vast Pinghu Lake can be seen at a glance.
Zhao Rong glanced at the strange sight of a pool of dragons below.
He thought for a while and said sincerely: "I have given you a beautiful face for free. Do you still want to have it for free? Let me see yours."
Return: "…………"
Zhao Rong was curious, "By the way, are you a feminine and sissy type?"
"Get out!" Sword Spirit said angrily.
Don't want to pay attention to him.
Zhao Rong smiled.
The two turned to talk about business...
…
"Hey, why can't I see your face?"
"Why do you want to look at my face?"
"Nonsense, of course it depends on what you look like. Are you a green-faced fang, a jade-faced boy, or a bearded man."
Damn it, isn’t it just a matter of looking at faces when meeting netizens...
On the tall building with no words on the plaque, the young Confucian scholar walked around the purple robe and looked up and down curiously.
This figure was dressed in purple clothes, with a bright cyan belt tied around his waist. He was extremely tall, about two meters tall, but he did not look burly, like Gu Yiwu, but rather slender.
But he is very tall, half a head taller than the eight-foot-two-inch Zhao Rong.
The purple clothes on its body are lingering with purple air, hazy like mist, billowing all the time, and roughly maintaining the shape of a robe.
However, the general figure under the purple clothes cannot be seen.
The young Confucian scholar couldn't help but look at it a few more times and said to himself:
They are people from the Xuanhuang Realm thousands of years ago. Are the ancient people taller than today's people?
Zhao Rong thought for no reason that the ancestors of the Li tribe who had lived in Lidi were also tall and handsome.
"How about a green-faced man with fangs, a young man with a jade face, a big man with a scumbag..."
Gui Youyou, who was dressed in purple, turned around, faced Zhao Rong, and asked softly: "...so what?"
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and looked at its blurry face again.
There was a purple mist there, and I could only see the general shape of the facial features, including what the nose was and what the eyes were.
The poisonous tongue sword spirit that we have known for a long time makes it difficult for people to see his specific face clearly.
I don’t know if it is doing this deliberately, or if it is currently weak and only in the state of soul body, and is barely able to act with the help of purple energy at this moment...
However, he took a closer look and found that Gui's face seemed to be quite small, with a slightly pointed chin...
The young Confucian scholar folded his hands, took a leisurely step forward, and stood side by side with the purple-robed sword spirit at the railing on the roof of the building.
The view here is extremely broad, and the vast Pinghu Lake can be seen at a glance.
Zhao Rong glanced at the strange sight of a pool of dragons below.
He thought for a while and said sincerely: "I have given you a beautiful face for free. Do you still want to have it for free? Let me see yours."
Return: "…………"
Zhao Rong was curious, "By the way, are you a feminine and sissy type?"
"Get out!" Sword Spirit said angrily.
Don't want to pay attention to him.
Zhao Rong smiled.
The two turned to talk about business...
…
"Hey, why can't I see your face?"
"Why do you want to look at my face?"
"Nonsense, of course it depends on what you look like. Are you a green-faced fang, a jade-faced boy, or a bearded man."
Damn it, isn’t it just a matter of looking at faces when meeting netizens...
On the tall building with no words on the plaque, the young Confucian scholar walked around the purple robe and looked up and down curiously.
This figure was dressed in purple clothes, with a bright cyan belt tied around his waist. He was extremely tall, about two meters tall, but he did not look burly, like Gu Yiwu, but rather slender.
But he is very tall, ww. He is half a head taller than the eight-foot-two-inch Zhao Rong.
The purple clothes on its body are lingering with purple air, hazy like mist, billowing all the time, and roughly maintaining the shape of a robe.
However, the general figure under the purple clothes cannot be seen.
The young Confucian scholar couldn't help but look at it a few more times and said to himself:
They are people from the Xuanhuang Realm thousands of years ago. Are the ancient people taller than today's people?
Zhao Rong thought for no reason that the ancestors of the Li tribe who had lived in Lidi were also tall and handsome.
"How about a green-faced man with fangs, a young man with a jade face, a big man with a scumbag..."
Gui Youyou, who was dressed in purple, turned around, faced Zhao Rong, and asked softly: "...so what?"
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and looked at its blurry face again.
There was a purple mist there, and I could only see the general shape of the facial features, including what the nose was and what the eyes were.
The poisonous tongue sword spirit that we have known for a long time makes it difficult for people to see his specific face clearly.
I don’t know if it is doing this deliberately, or if it is currently weak and only in the state of soul body, and is barely able to act with the help of purple energy at this moment...
However, he took a closer look and found that Gui's face seemed to be quite small, with a slightly pointed chin...
The young Confucian scholar folded his hands, took a leisurely step forward, and stood side by side with the purple-robed sword spirit at the railing on the roof of the building.
The view here is extremely broad, and the vast Pinghu Lake can be seen at a glance.
Zhao Rong glanced at the strange sight of a pool of dragons below.
He thought for a while and said sincerely: "I have given you a beautiful face for free. Do you still want to have it for free? Let me see yours."
Return: "…………"
Zhao Rong was curious, "By the way, are you a feminine and sissy type?"