Not even a single hum.
Suddenly there was a shoe mark on the old carp's big face, and it flew out of sight on the spot!
"Fuck..."
Faintly, accompanied by the scolding of the old carp, pieces of fish scales as big as bamboo hats danced in the mist, falling leisurely, like belated flowers in the snow, moon and wind.
The romance of old carp.
It is destined that no one will understand.
Of course they don't want to understand either.
A force of fate and a worn-out shoe that has been worn for decades made everyone understand that this world is not as simple as they imagined!
"Dirty senior."
"Huang Liang... Taoist Master?"
Far away, the beautiful young man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and took another look at the somewhat damaged Cloud Cannon that had been swept away by the power of fate. A trace of distress flashed in his eyes.
But it's hidden under the heartache.
But it was a ray of horror and disbelief!
The masters of the two powers are no stranger to him, nor to all of them!
Dirty people.
Famous, like thunder!
In rumors.
In fact, those who are dirty are not dirty at all.
It's just that his name is ominous and his origins are ominous. What everyone knows about him, apart from his unpredictable destiny skills that make countless people fear him, is his well-known little hobby...writing storybooks, and one.
Dirtier than a book!
Because of this, he was slandered by his surname.
As for Huangliang.
Everyone is no longer a stranger.
In the eighties, the sky is long, and the dreams of yellow beams are gone. In two simple sentences, the life of the old man is summed up, and his qualifications are also demonstrated.
Above chaos.
Many Taoist masters.
In terms of strength, Lao Dao can only occupy the middle of the pack, but if we look at who can live longer, Lao Dao is well deserved and can definitely be ranked among the top five!
same.
According to rumors, these two people are close friends and have an inseparable relationship.
"them……"
"Hiding in this small world?"
Seeing the crack in the world that was about to be opened, everyone suddenly did not dare to move.
…
within the cracks.
As the old Taoist and the scholar took action at the same time, a force of destiny and a force of dream path fell one after another, and the giant net of heavenly punishment was shattered and then condensed again!
boom!
boom!
…
The will of the great road roared, and with the assistance and repair of the two powers, it turned to seal the crack!
The movement gradually calmed down.
The world's turmoil gradually ceased.
The two men's actions bought the last time for the will of the great road and the world.
…
Golden Book World.
After the blow, the scholar seemed to have aged a lot, his temples were blooming suddenly, and his waist looked a little stooped. He glanced outside with a faint look in his eyes.
"We tried our best."
"The two of us will use up our last strength to prolong the world's life for thousands of years. As for the future... it depends on the one named Su! If we can't even count on him, then... let's destroy it together."
Speaking of which.
He seemed to have thought of something and suddenly sighed, with a hint of regret in his voice.
"Hongying."
"Tao Master."
A ray of red tassel flashed past quietly, and Yu Hongying, who was covered in light gauze and naturally charming, like a beauty, quietly appeared and bowed softly.
Compared to the past.
Her figure is more graceful, her waist is slender, her buttocks are perky, her chest is trembling, her gestures are full of all kinds of charms, her eyes are misty with water, and her delicate and white brows are full of endless spring feelings.
Too thick to melt away.
Overripe.
Just one glance.
The scholar noticed her change and looked thoughtful.
"The spring shirt is thin, which volume is it now?"
"Return to Taoist Master."
Hearing these three words, Yu Hongying seemed to have thought of something, her cheeks turned red, and she said softly: "According to what Mr. Li said, there are...two volumes left, and it will be over."
Two volumes?
The scholar suddenly stopped talking.
After a while.
He sighed softly, his voice full of admiration: "What a talent!"
Yu Hongying thought so.
When a scholar writes a storybook, he should follow his own whim. When he is inspired, he writes big and special. When he is not inspired... he can't hold back seven words in three days.
Can……
This Grand Master Li has no idea what inspiration is.
Or.
Dean Li’s inspiration never stops!
It was a regular practice for scholars to write books. Occasionally, he would brag about it, claiming that he had never been weaker than anyone else in his life!
But Master Li never boasted.
Because he... is exploding all the time!
Since he came.
Chun Shan Bo has changed from monthly to daily, and the content has become even more refined, which has feasted the eyes of countless readers and praised it.
certainly.
The only person who is troubled is Yu Hongying herself.
Under the pen of Master Li Yuan.
She was tortured in different ways, from death to life, and then from life to death, but... no matter whether it was written by the scholar or the author Li Yuanzhu, there was no male protagonist in Chunshanbo!
To be continued...