I Have a Lot of Resurrection Coins

Miss Leng, in fact, that sign is not allowed.

Miss Leng, believe me, fortune-telling by drawing lots is nothing more than Tu Yile, the real marriage has to be in your own hands.

Miss Leng, I am really a warrior of pure love!

Miss Leng, don't go so fast, Miss Leng.

Ever since the little girl told the meaning of Peach Blossom Lottery, Leng Bingqing never talked to Jiang Lin again, and just walked away on her own.

Jiang Lin kept explaining behind.

Jiang Lin wondered if Miss Leng really fell in love with him, and then became jealous.

But this is very unlikely, if this makes Leng Bingqing attack, then I will look down on the purpose of Yuxin Sect too much.

But how is that?

In fact, not to mention that Jiang Lin didn't understand, even Leng Bingqing didn't understand why she didn't want to talk to him.

Regarding those two lots, Leng Bingqing felt that she didn't take it to heart, and she had no reason to take it to heart, and fortune-telling was inherently inaccurate.

But thinking of that peach blossom lottery, and remembering that Jiang Yida not only greeted him, but also greeted other people, Leng Bingqing felt a faint dullness in his heart, as if something was blocked.

Could it be that something went wrong in my recent sword practice?

Leng Bingqing walked with her head buried in her thoughts, while Jiang Lin followed behind. Without realizing it, the two came to the edge of a small river.

On the reed fairy boat, there are also rivers.

Not just rivers, but mountains as well.

Because all the cross-continent fairy boats are not so much a huge spaceship, but a huge flying island, so there are mountains, rivers and rivers.

Looking at the paper boats going down the river, Leng Bingqing's bright eyes blinked and blinked.

This seems to be the Reed River. Jiang Lin went to Leng Bingqing's side and explained, I heard that as long as you write your wish on a piece of paper, put it in the small river and go down the river, if you can cross the arch bridge , then your wish will come true.”

Leng Bingqing stared at Jiang Lin's eyes cutely, those flickering eyes seemed to say, How do you know?

Because of this booklet. Understanding the meaning in her eyes, Jiang Lin smiled and shook the Must Play for Celebrations in his hand.

Boss, here are two pieces of red paper.

Leng Bingqing finally talked to herself, and Jiang Lin smiled and pulled her wrist to a small stall.

Boss: Two low-grade spirit stones, one.

Jiang Lin: Only two pieces of red paper, but four more?!

Boss: Young man, don't you know? My red paper is better than others'.

Jiang Lin: Forget it, forget it, four are four.

Boss: Thank you for your patronage, there are writing brushes for you, dear.

Jiang Lin took the red paper and pulled Leng Bingqing to the booth next door, but Jiang Lin suddenly noticed that Leng Bingqing kept her head down.

Huh? What's the matter?

Following Leng Bingqing's gaze, it was his big hand that was tightly grasping her wrist.

The girl just looked at Jiang Lin's hand, blinking her long eyelashes.

Feel sorry!

Jiang Lin quickly let go, and there was already a red strangle mark on Leng Bingqing's white wrist.

Why are you apologizing?

Leng Bingqing raised her head and looked directly at Jiang Lin with her eyes. She didn't evade at all, and even made Jiang Lin, an LSP, a little flustered.

Uh... Jiang Lin didn't know how to explain it for a while, After all, it's a girl's wrist. Can a man and a woman kiss each other?

But you have shook hands many times, why do you apologize this time? Leng Bingqing asked, without any accusation in her tone, and even with a little curiosity?

.

Not to mention, Leng Bingqing really asked Jiang Lin's knowledge blind spot.

If you say I'm just being polite, I should wipe the oil that should be wiped.

So, will Leng Bingqing slash him with a sword?

And I don't know why, Jiang Lin always feels weird and cold today.

How should I put it, it's like a ruthless long sword slowly melting into molten iron. Although there is only a little bit of water, Jiang Lin feels that it has transformed from being to nothing.

In short, Leng Bingqing seems to be more humane, which should be a good change.

This. What you said makes sense. Jiang Lin nodded, and then simply held Leng Bingqing's tender and slippery wrist again, Then I won't let go.

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Leng Bingqing was actually waiting for an explanation, but he didn't expect this person to explain without explaining, and directly led her up.

but

Seeing Jiang Yida holding his wrist, Leng Bingqing fell into doubt again, wondering why he didn't have the urge to draw his sword

Without waiting for Leng Bingqing to think about the result, Jiang Lin directly dragged Leng Bingqing to the next door.

People who don't know Leng Bingqing see such a beautiful girl being held by a man, and feel that the cabbage is being arched by a pig, while those who recognize Leng Bingqing find that Leng Bingqing is actually being held by a man's wrist, The whole person is stupid.

They suspect that they are dreaming.

Here.

Jiang Lin let go of Leng Bingqing's wrist, and handed her a brush, and then Jiang Lin picked up a brush and wrote his wish on the red paper.

Leng Bingqing looked at the red paper on the table, and she didn't know what to write for a while when she picked up the brush.

For her, all she has is the sword, other than that, what else do she want?

Turning her head, Leng Bingqing stared blankly at Jiang Yida's profile.

I don't know how long it took, but when Jiang Lin was concentrating on folding the paper boat, Leng Bingqing slowly looked away and picked up the pen and ink.

What did you write?

Seeing the paper boat slowly drifting away, Leng Bingqing turned her head and asked.

In Jiang Lin's impression, before tonight, Leng Bingqing seldom asked herself anything.

It won't work if you express your wish. Jiang Lin who wrote Peace in the Harem refused to answer the question. Instead, he changed the subject and asked, What did you write?

Leng Bingqing didn't seem to hear Jiang Lin's words, It won't work if you say it. Looking at the sparkling river, she said calmly, The heart of the sword is clear.

I think your Kenshin is enough.

Before finishing the three words clear enough, Jiang Linhuo looked at Leng Bingqing as if he had seen him for a long time.

A woman with a clear heart of the sword hopes to have a clear heart of the sword, that is to say, something is wrong with her way of the sword?

Why? Nothing happened recently?

Could it be that Leng Bingqing saw this prosperous life and felt that it was not worthwhile to practice swordsmanship in a deserted way?

Absolutely impossible, it is absolutely impossible for Leng Bingqing's sword heart to be affected by this prosperity.

You have doubts about your swordsmanship? Jiang Lin asked with concern.

Yeah. Leng Bingqing nodded, Now I don't know why, but I always feel that my swordsmanship has been shaken.

Uh, how about we go back?

The faltering in the way of the sword is really serious, and there is no way for outsiders to help in this kind of thing, you can only rely on yourself to clear up the comprehension, and you need to meditate at this time.

It should be useless.

Leng Bingqing shook her head, Jiang Lin's figure was reflected in her clear eyes, and she slowly stretched out her hand:

Can you continue holding my hand?