It was crushed from beginning to end!

He turned his head in disbelief and looked at Guan Tianyuan: "Is this what you said that Cao Man is slightly better?"

Guan Tianyuan was also a little embarrassed and annoyed.

He doesn't want this either!

He clearly analyzed everything based on normal data, presented facts and reasoned!

But why is the result a little wrong?!

Fang Ark, who was entrusted, looked at Guan Tianyuan with a smile: "Donor Guan told me in his heart that he was very upset. He felt very wronged. He was obviously making predictions very seriously. It must be the dog guy Lao Zhao who kept muttering, which affected the prediction results."

"Oh, you care about the donor, that's wrong. How can you call Donor Zhao a dog? You have to consider not only the donor Zhao's feelings, but also the dog's feelings."

Mr. Zhao: “…”

...

...

The white crane spreads its wings, and the scholar sits on his side.

It was like a meteor, pulling the gorgeous tail flame, slashing through the sky, and falling rapidly towards the world.

This night was as bright as day.

Chizhou.

Jiufang City Village, martial arts arena.

Ye Zimei was wearing a cheongsam that was as red as flames. Between the slits, the white and greasy legs were faintly visible, just like white jade with mutton fat.

She leaned against the railing, held her cheeks by the window, and her slender fingers hooked a cup, and the wine in the cup reflected the starry sky in the sky.

Ye Zimei was a little dazed. She was always restless that night.

In front of her was a report after a while, and she knew everything that happened in the world.

But why was the restlessness that night?

There is always a source, right?

Suddenly, Ye Zimei missed the slick Ark again. No, that person is not the Ark.

Ye Zimei actually knew very well that the so-called second soul was probably lying to her. The man with a slick mouth didn't say a word in his mouth.

He once said that the world is so big that he wanted to take her to see it.

He once said that the mountains and rivers on earth are so wonderful that he wanted to take her to wander.

He once said that the night is late and people are quiet, and he writes poems for her and the rest of his life.

However, now I only wrote an unforgettable poem for her.

Ye Zimei played with the round fan, holding a poem on the fan, and every word engraved her heart.

Her eyes were dull.

However, now it seems that they are just greasy promises, just words to make her happy. However, I have to say that she was really happy on those nights.

A man’s mouth is a lie to others. The more he is, the more he will be able to deceive!

With her beautiful red lips opened, Ye Zimei sighed, she stopped thinking about these things.

Raise the wine glass, and the wine in the glass reflects the night sky.

Suddenly, her movements froze, and in the starry sky reflected in the wine, she saw a ray of light that cut through the night sky, like a gorgeous spark, coming quickly.

A scholar came on a crane!

Ye Zimei turned her head in disbelief and saw that there was a brilliant light shining on the night sky of Jiufang Village, making the sky as gorgeous as day!

Swallowing!

In the Jiufang City Warrior Field, the remaining two sect leaders, Ling Chen and Ye Qianjue, shot out quickly, stepped on the roof, with a serious expression.

The two of them were quite sensitive and felt that a terrifying existence was approaching.

When I got on the roof, I was stunned.

Ye Qianjue's white hair was flying, but he saw a white crane made of light spots falling down. On the white crane's back, there was a scholar with a illusion of Confucian robe who looked a little illusory.

The scholar came on a crane and floated in front of the railings.

The two martial artists were creepy and trembled all over. They were powerful, so powerful!

This aura is so terrifying!

At this moment, the two looked at each other, and they seemed to see the surprise in their eyes.

The scholar in Confucian shirt sat sideways on the back of the crane, just chuckled, and stretched out his hand that looked somewhat illusory toward the fiery red woman leaning against the railing on the second floor of the martial arts arena.

"Mei Bao, the world is so big, I will take you to see..."

The scholar in the Confucian shirt had a soft eyes.

The eyes seemed to reflect thousands of lights.

Ye Zimei was stunned. The cup in her hand fell on the table. She stretched out her hand to cover her red lips. Her eyes were filled with tears, but they were crescent-shaped. I don’t know if it was crying or laughing.

"I'll write poems for you, see a mountain, see a water, and appreciate a sea."

"I will do what I promise you. Wherever I want to go, I will accompany you."

Confucian scholars are gentle.

At this moment, Ye Zimei kept crying. She thought that everything was just a dream. Looking at the other party's illusory body, perhaps after this night, the convenience will no longer exist.

This is more like a parting, but even if it is a parting, the other party must fulfill his promise to her.

Ye Zimei's sadness disappeared.

On the crane's back, the scholar stretched out his hand.

In the dark night.

A red dress held the scholar's hand, which was very cold, but also very warm.

The white crane gathered with light spread its wings and rose up, wrapped in a Confucian shirt and a bright red dress with a smile, rushed into the sky, and became deeper and farther under the moonlight.

The Jiufang City Village Fighting Arena returned to peace.

Ling Chen, who was wearing a pink shirt, slammed his mouth: "So romantic, so sexy, I, Ling Chen... learned it."

Ling Chen turned his head and looked at Ye Qianjue: "Old Ye, your granddaughter... was abducted, don't you chase him?"

Ye Qian's hair was flying with his brutally bearded and glared at Ling Chen: "I will chase after a hammer, and I will also be able to catch up with you!"

He took out a newspaper from Daqing Palace and dusted it out: "I fought Cao Man in Jinzhou the moment before, and then crossed the world and entered Chizhou the next moment. Can I get rid of such a god?"

"Besides, my children and grandchildren have grown up, what should I stop?"

After the words finished, Ye Qianjue slowly turned around and disappeared into the night.

Ling Chen looked at the white crane and Confucian shirt disappearing in the night sky, and was filled with emotion.

He touched his chin: "I really want to learn, but... I have to have a crane that is obedient and shining."

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...

This night, there were wonders on earth.

A white crane is on the blue sky, and there is a red dress and a Confucian shirt on his back.

It is like a couple of gods and fairies crossing the mountains and rivers in the world. They look at a mountain, look at a water, and appreciate the sea. There will always be a sound of poetry falling from the nine heavens.

Just like: "The reeds are green and the white dew turns into frost. The so-called beauty is on the side of the water."

"There are beautiful women in the north who are left alone and independent, and they will be filled with the city and the country."

"The world is always over, and this hatred will last forever."

...

Poems after line, from the mouths of Confucian scholars, making Hongyi smile brightly.

He is fulfilling the promises he has made. Although he is good, he is very serious.

That night, the people on earth looked up at the night sky, and a white rain of light fell from the sky, splashing over the world.

Every time I pass a mountain, every time I pass a city, every time I see a scenery.

The white rain of light and rain all make scholars look up and watch, and suddenly feel awe in their hearts.

Not just the capital, but all the scholars in the world have cultivated their talents and shaped their literary courage.

When the sun rises from the horizon, the white crane spreads its wings at the end of the sun and returns to the Jiufang Village.

Ye Zimei returned to the second floor of the martial arts arena, covering her red lips, everything was like Nan Ke's dream.

She looked at the Confucian scholar who was riding the crane again, and both the Confucian scholar and the white crane became more and more transparent.
To be continued...