Chapter 633 The famous arrests and thieves in Jiangnan
The collision of the gun and the sword made a loud sound like thunder.
A gun-wielding overlord.
It was as if he had changed into a different person.
Strength, skill, everything is the same.
But the oppression is rising incomparably.
Wei Yuan exhaled a breath of turbid air, and the Chang'an Sword in his hand roared again this time. After the Iron Eagle Sword shattered, the Iron Eagle Sword Spirit flew into the Tang sword at that time and turned into the new sword now. Wei Yuan
Yuan and Xiang Hongyu, or Xiang Yu, clashed.
Without using force to suppress.
The sword can no longer easily restrain the gun.
Yu Ji watched the battle nervously.
Bai Ze squatted there, filled a basin of water, and used local materials to dye his hair back. As for why he didn't use magic power.
The mana has to be maintained for a long time, which is too tiring. In Bai Ze's opinion, it always maintains a state of change, which is no different from long-term anus lifting exercises. It is better to dye it, and casually said:
"Don't look at it. Even if his momentum has returned, his physical fitness is definitely not at the level of the Gods. He cannot be the opponent of the potter. After all... the eternal bravery of the number one military strategist; the pinnacle of a hundred thousand miles from east to west.
Sword, it is difficult to distinguish between the two in a strict sense."
"But now, of course, it is clear who will win or lose in a fight, and a swordsman who is good at fighting alone will be a bully against a commander without soldiers, horses or mounts."
"Hiss... King Yu, how many gold cards have been accumulated in the world? Even the guy who lived in the mud has been upgraded from a gray card to a gold card. But there is no shortcut to gaining power, he should also eat it
A lot of hardships, but speaking of it, King Yu, King Yu..."
"Does he have a good brain?"
"No, King Yu should have the same type of thigh as Xuanyuan."
Bai Ze pondered.
Have a good mind?
Just kidding, where's the brain?
The reason why I know this so well is naturally because I have tried to hold my thigh before.
With Bai Ze's nature, a second guy similar to Xuanyuan appeared in the world, how could he not join in the fun?
It was just when he planned to sneak out and hug King Yu's thigh.
I saw Miko Jiao.
Then, there is no more.
Even gray hair can't compare to it now.
Later, he finally found out that King Yu was acting alone and wanted to get over to him.
As a result, after the heroic man found him, he ran over with a rope and laughed wildly. He shouted loudly while running wildly, his eyes shining:
"Yuan, Qi, make a fire!"
"I've never seen it before!"
"dinner time!"
Meeting King Yu once was like meeting Taotie.
His Nuwa's.
It frightened Bai Ze so much that he had nightmares for several months.
As for the outcome of the current confrontation.
Bai Ze was right.
Wei Yuan retreated, the energy on the Chang'an sword in his palm rose violently, and he handed the sword from his left hand to his right hand.
The Overlord, who has not yet reached his true peak, is still a little immature. His current skills, pure physical fitness, and strong blood are not as good as those of his opponents when they fought in the Chu army camp. Wei Yuan made a slight comparison in his mind.
The sword edge was against the ground, and the spear edge was suppressed downwards with the backhand.
"Wait a minute, let's go to the old street to have hot pot."
The sword in his palm slashed out.
The most peak sword explosion in the world.
The light of one sword chilled fourteen states.
Victory or defeat is determined.
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jingle.
The museum was pushed away.
The environment outside is still a bit cold, but the room is still warm. The cabinets still show poverty. They are the kind of doors and windows whose green paint has cracked and peeled due to wind and sun in the past thirty or fifty years.:.
The water ghost lazily played cards with Chang Cheng.
The young painter was working frantically to finish the manuscript, but the deadline was reached and she had no choice but to do this.
Xiaoqing is not here either.
The painter forcibly dragged her into the house and put her in various clothes as a model. From time to time, she would hear shouts of frustration, such as why, why even if I am dead, my waist is not as thin as yours.
For example, is a snake's waist thin? This is simply cheating, it's cheating!
Woohoo, how come you have such a thin waist?!
It is said that she has changed everything from maid outfit to Lolita to Hanfu.
The whole museum is still the same as before, which is different from the future of Hetu Luoshu. Jue breathed a sigh of relief. The Taiqi Mountain God in the back was holding a pile of food, which was all hot pot cooking ingredients. In order to take care of everyone,
The great monk eats meat, so he also has mushroom soup base and tomato soup base in a small pot.
"Just now we were talking about whether we should buy more food. Miss Jue, are you coming back now?"
Yuanjue, wearing a cooking apron, walked up to him in surprise and took the food from Taiqi Mountain God. Sensing the power contained in his human body, Taiqi Mountain God raised his eyebrows, a little surprised. This great monk,
The power seems to be stronger than before?
"Miss Jue?"
"Miss Jue? Are you okay?"
Yuanjue called out several times before the girl over there fell into a trance and came back to her senses.
He smiled and nodded as always, saying: "It's okay."
Yuanjue smiled honestly, clasped his hands together, and said, "That's good. If your mind is restless, you can breathe more, concentrate your mind, and have a good rest." When the monk stood up, Jue seemed to see another figure in a trance.
Qianfan is an old monk with gentle eyes.
There is a tombstone in front.
The old monk turned around and said something.
"The poor monk's life is about to end, so he came to visit his old friend today."
"Yeah?"
"...Master, you said, this life has passed, but is there any talk about the next life?"
True Buddhist cultivation does not cultivate the afterlife, but the old monk, who was obviously very advanced in cultivation, smiled and said with certainty with a hint of complexity and compassion:
"There will be."
When Jue blinked, the illusion disappeared. Not only was there a hazy mist somewhere, but there was an unknown tomb, and an old monk somewhere. In front of him was an old but warm yellow light, a tall and strong figure.
He is a great monk who has attained the level of Buddhism and is indestructible.
"Ah Shui, come here and help."
"Xiaoqing goes and calls for Dr. Bai... Dr. Bai."
谷/span> "Who will lay down the tablecloth?"
"I don't want to pave."
"Then whoever spills the bowl of oil and sesame paste on the table will clean it up himself."
There are bursts of noise. Compared with those high-ranking officials in the world of spiritual practice, with all the rules and regulations, the atmosphere of life in this museum is heavier. Practice is indeed important, but if you ask the great monk, or say
If you ask water ghosts, you will get the answer that cultivation is important, but eating is also important, sleeping is also important, and happy water is equally important.
The goddess put away the jade book.
"Are you too tired?"
"Or is it too much pressure?"
The girl rubbed her brows, confused. There was always a picture that seemed to emerge from the depths of her heart, but it was not a situation of being manipulated or maliciously interfered with. It seemed that she had forgotten something. With the sound of the bell,
On the second floor, they were forced to change their clothes. Xiao Qing, who was wearing a warm-colored skirt, covered her face and ran out.
Jue was stunned for a moment.
In front of his eyes, a young girl in green clothes appeared in a water town in the south of the Yangtze River.
Looking back, I seemed to see the medical lady wearing white clothes and an elegant and gentle face walking across the bluestone slab on the bridge. She was dressed in red clothes, holding a sword in her right hand, leading a big black horse, and the sound of horse hooves ticking.
Answer: In the hazy mist and rain, I walked across the bridge in the south of the Yangtze River and passed the lady in white.
Jue subconsciously reached out her hand.
The misty and hazy picture was shattered. The gentle lady in white with no makeup and black hair suddenly transformed into an intellectual modern woman wearing a light gray turtleneck sweater and a doctor's white coat. She also stretched out her hand to cover Jue's breasts.
His hands and tentacles were cold, and his tone was warm: "Is Miss Jue feeling unwell?"
"I feel like you're a little distracted today. Are you too tired recently?"
Bai Suzhen smiled slightly, with an intellectual temperament.
She is about 1.73 meters tall, and a loose turtleneck sweater can hardly hide her plump curves.
He pressed it with his backhand.
Pity.
Well, it's not Ximai.
But do goddesses also have happy pulses?
The White Snake was thoughtful, she took back her right hand and put it in the pocket of her white coat. As a cold-blooded animal, she had been suppressed for too long, coupled with the lack of opportunities, at this moment, although her moral character was high, she was of the snake genus and was close to the dragon.
But Xiaoqing turned into a dragon.
Unfortunately, the little green dragon sheds its skin.
He turned into a little man directly.
From 1.7 meters to 1.5 meters.
And judging from the growth rate of the dragon species, it is estimated that it will not be able to exceed 1.6 meters within a few hundred years.
Although Xiaoqing secretly drinks milk every day to ensure her spiritual practice and gets eight hours of sleep.
It's no use either.
"Could it be that you are really too sleepy?"
Jue was a little hesitant. He sat on the sofa and looked inside himself. He could not find out where this came from. He could only confirm that it was not an evil method. As the pure air of Kunlun's world, Jue was almost immune to all evil techniques.
It seemed that because she felt more at ease here in the museum, she fell asleep unconsciously.
I saw scenes of trance in my dream.
It's just that everything is blurry, as if someone is blocking the way.
"Oh, catch Jue..."
"To me, a gangster, they are nothing. Every scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, the old man selling charcoal, the little girl selling flowers, the little guy making soup cakes, these are the Song Dynasty, this is
It makes me feel that the days of the Song Dynasty are also interesting."
There is a familiar and unfamiliar person dangling in front of me.
Pick off the stars.
Talk about the world of mortals, talk about the fireworks in the world.
And the last appointment never came.
I just don’t know why, but every scene in this dream is so clear and powerful, except for the guy who blocked the road in the street, who led me to see the world of mortals at night, and the guy who failed to keep the appointment in the end, I still can’t see it clearly.
.
No matter how hard I try, it's like there's a layer of mist between me.
After Jue woke up from his sleep, he sat there and meditated for a long time but could not recall it.
There is just such a strange thing in my heart, I look at it in front of me and suddenly behind me.
I plan to leave it alone.
It was spinning before my eyes again.
But if I think about it carefully, I find nothing.
I finally feel like I'm about to figure it out, but I always fall short, which is very frustrating and frustrating.
I thought about it for a full hour without realizing it.
The street lights outside turned on, and it snowed again. This seemed to be the influence of the spiritual energy recovery. In the past, there was no such heavy snow here. The girl was thinking hard there, and she always felt that she had to catch the thoughts that were flying away, and she couldn't just let them go.
In the past, who was it? Who was it?
Whose Jiangnan is it, whose avenue is it, and who invited it but didn’t come in the end?
Can't remember, can't think clearly.
Who is it? Who is it?
yes……
jingle.
Suddenly, the museum was pushed open, and snowflakes swept in. The girl subconsciously raised her head and saw Wei Yuan, who had gone out early in the morning. The young man who returned was covered in wind and snow, wrapped in the air-conditioning and broke through the warm and confused memory. Suddenly, that picture
The blurry face suddenly became clear.
"I, I can't drink anymore, not anymore."
The water ghost who had been drunk got up, his eyes were blurry. There was a car driving past on the old street with high beams on. The lights came on and off. There was an old mirror on one side of the museum, and when Jue's compressed memory was released again
The resulting trance dissipated for the last time.
Reflected in the mirror, it is like an illusion. This place seems to be in the south of the Yangtze River. The monk behind him is gentle. The lady of the medical clinic in white holds her sister's hand and walks across the stone bridge. The rain does not stop. The bluestone floor is washed away in a quiet place, reflecting the sky and cloud shadows.
.
Next to it is an old tree tied with red satin.
The vendors scattered and left.
'It's raining so hard, how did it come about?'
'Oh, it's bitter, let's go, go, go.'
The vendors and pedestrians in the surrounding background disappeared into a blur like white mist, and the rain slapped on the bluestone bricks. After a while, only a quiet area was left, and only the girl was left.
The young girl in the rain was stunned for a moment, and when she finally returned, she was stunned, and then she naturally smiled warmly and said:
"I'm back."
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On the old street, the two of them stopped.
The Overlord of Western Chu holds wine in his right hand.
Wu Anjun Baiqi held the wine in his left hand.
The snowflakes seemed to be frozen in the void.
PS: The second update today... Jiangnan chapter is officially finished, flowers are scattered, and the beloved returns.
Happy Laba Festival everyone. To provide you with the fastest update of the Demon Suppression Museum, Chapter 633: The Famous Catchers and Thieves in Jiangnan is free to read.:.