Cultivation card draw NPC

Jiang Youlin's eyes were sharp and unusual, and his expression was not as relaxed as before. He actually acted like a food-protecting fox. Jiang Qinfeng's heart tightened when he saw it, and he said reluctantly: "Why, I'm hungry, let's continue eating."

"Well, you go."

Jiang Youlin narrowed his eyes slightly, and carefully looked at the back of Hui's younger brother. The smile on his lips gradually cooled down, and he turned and left the flower hall and entered the courtyard.

The lights in the flower hall are flickering, smelling the best warm fragrance, and everything you see is a warm orange color, but in this moonlit courtyard, the night is as cool as water, the stone steps are cold, and the jade in the cold pool is broken, everything is lonely and cold. Yi, like an unreasonable beauty, no matter how much you flatter her, you will always look cold, and you will try your best to make him smile.

Tangli tree leaves fluttered down and twirled lightly in the air. The young man in red, who was still in high spirits just now, had no warmth in his expression. He stretched out his palm, caught a few pieces and held them in his palm. The more it grew uncontrollably, the juice from the leaves was squeezed out, and the sharp serrations cut a few wounds.

He let go of his hand, and the broken leaves fell to the bluestone brick floor, mixed with blood and juice, like fragments of internal organs.

"Master, is this specially made food for dogs, let the servants feed it, or..." the servant girl asked cautiously.

Jiang Youlin curled his lips, "Of course I'm here."

"Wang Wang Wang!"

Jiang Xiaofeng has always been a glutton, when he smelled the aroma of the bowl of short ribs with honey sauce in Jiang Youlin's hand, he immediately ran over excitedly.But before it had time to take a sip, its chubby body was held up by both hands, facing a pair of light brown eyes with a smile.

"You, you. Why did you sink so much?" He scolded, but his tone was satisfied.

After finishing speaking, Jiang Youlin put Jiang Xiaofeng in front of the ribs, squatted down with a smile on his face, put Jiang Xiaoyou on the dog's head, tapped his fingertips, and stuffed a fire elixir into the bird's beak.

"Xiaofeng, Xiaoyou, you should support and take care of each other."

Chai Twelve on the side walked over slowly, his eyes filled with anticipation.

Jiang Youlin looked at his blue eyes and white hair, feeling displeased in his heart, and said in a flat tone, "Where is your food?"

"Meow~"

Chai Twelve looked back, the servant girl put his snow spirit pill in a porcelain bowl and put it a thousand miles away, only a few steps away from the other courtyard.

"Meow meow meow?"

Jiang Youlin stopped looking at the extremely suspicious spirit-gathering beast, and with a smile on his lips, he stretched out his hand and continued to rub Xiaofeng Xiaoyou's hair.

"Take back what I said, Xiaoyou is smarter and more sensible than Xiaofeng, he is the elder brother, so naturally he should take care of Xiaofeng..."

Chai Twelve, who was squatting in the corner eating, had gloomy eyes, stuck out the tip of his tongue, and reluctantly licked the panacea.

Jiang Qinfeng yawned after finishing his supper, and it was almost time to rest. They had been on their way today, somewhat tired, and planned to say good night to each other, and then went back to their rooms to rest.

When he and Xie Lingtan walked to the corridor, they saw the boy in red teasing the snow dog Xiaofeng, and obviously won their love in a short time.

"Brother, rest early."

Jiang Youlin hugged the little white dog, and his scarlet red costume was in full bloom like a lotus fire, and even the cold first quarter moon was alluring, compared with him in the blue shirt and white robe before, it was very different.He was full of thoughts, and his heart was experiencing the impact of a stormy sea, but he still raised his head and smiled at his younger brother. His skin was fair, as if he was getting a halo.

"Good night, sweet dreams."

"Brother Xie, you've worked hard today, go to bed early."

Xie Lingtan: "I'm not in a hurry, I'll practice swords in the courtyard later."

Jiang Qinfeng nodded, thinking that Brother Xie deserved to be Brother Xie, with amazing physical and energy, but he was indeed tired, and he was very familiar with Feifei, so he waved his hand as a farewell.

"Speaking of which, people have been trying to break in these past few days. Cultivator Xie is so diligent, why don't you wait all night to see what monsters are playing tricks."

Jiang Youlin looked at the monks from the village, smiled coldly, and walked away.

Knowing Young Master Jiang's hostility towards him, Xie Lingtan didn't intend to say anything, immediately drew out his long sword, closed his eyes quietly, his chest rose and fell slowly, and started the routine practice.

His sword moves have already been evolved through years of practice. Even the most common long sword can pull out thousands of sword flowers, and an ordinary sword can also be invincible. The so-called sword god is not in the sword at all. , while waving with divine power.

This sword technique does not come from the Heavenly Master School, let alone from the Upper Purity Realm. Even if Chai Jingyan is here, he can't tell which school or school it is.

I can see his figure is nimble and nimble, almost invisible to the naked eye, and the afterimage in the air appears alone, like a dragon and a phoenix, opening and closing, retracting and releasing, all of which are mixed with fire and stars, faintly resembling a dragon.

"clang--"

This is exactly the Lang Yu sword technique he extracted from the system, engraved on half a broken dragon heart, and every move is designed to kill the dragon.

It is also this unique set of swordsmanship that enabled him to be the champion in the first few years of Tianshimen, comparable to Jiang Qinfeng.

Lang Yu's swordsmanship was born to slay demonic dragons. Picking dragon tendons, chopping dragon horns, beheading dragon gods, and pulling out dragon scales are all vicious and vicious methods, and the smell of blood blows to the face.Xie Lingtan has practiced for many years, and if he gets another excellent Tianwu, he will be able to leapfrog the challenge, and walk a few rounds under the hands of Jindan monks with his foundation building body.

The black boots of the purple-haired monk stepped on the shadow of the moon, sawdust flying, and the light and shadow scattered. The light hit his tightly closed eyes and thin lips, and there was a bit of abstinence. It made his nose straight, his outline deep, cold Extraordinary.

The sword light was comparable to Shuanghua. The tall sword cultivator, with purple hair and a crown, held the sword hilt tightly, and slowly breathed out a breath of turbidity.

He felt that after a set of swordsmanship, he had no worries and worries in his heart, and he was calm and calm. He was no longer troubled by the weirdness between the brothers, and he no longer disturbed his mind and blocked his practice by the young man's every move.

He opened his eyes and saw——

At this time, the moonlight was cold, and the body of the Tangli tree was actually carved with a boy's appearance, lifelike, with spring in his eyes, as if he was about to open his lips to speak in the next moment.

He said, "Brother Xie, I, I..."

If the heart does not know it, the emotion has reached the deepest point, and there is no medicine to heal it.

Even the fiercest swordsmanship is full of affection, the most bloodthirsty moves are as soft as snow, and the straightest sword edge bends in the air, tactfully turning into a careless silhouette, who would rather stab himself than get any closer.

One cut made him have a straight nose, and the other cut made his brows and eyes soft, as if his frowns and smiles had been depicted thousands of times in his heart, so that the sword edge was sculpted at will and became his appearance.

his sword...

his sword...

Chaos.

Xie Lingtan closed his eyes, feeling a sudden pain in his heart.

Jiang Qinfeng washed himself fragrantly and warmly, changed into comfortable silk pajamas, took off the headband, lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and prepared to fall asleep——

"Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep."

It was actually a string of Morse codes.

Jiang Qinfeng opened his eyes: "...No way, am I dreaming?"

The sound of the bone flute is still going on tirelessly. If you give it a translation at this time, it may be:

Don't sleep, wake up hi.

Perhaps seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, Yuan Zeshan's bone flute Didi Didi played more vigorously.

"Beep, beep, beep, beep. Beep, beep, beep, beep."

He stood up:? ? ? ?

The little snail whistled, and I listened to the backhand hammer.

"This is too arrogant! Demonic players are actually in Linjiang City?"

Damn, really hateful, he wants to see what they are going to do.

The young master of the demon world waited in the yard for a long time before finally waiting for his puppet.

In the bright moonlight, the young gentleman of Xianmen was carrying a flower lantern, dressed in snow-white pajamas, with black hair hanging on his shoulders and chest, bare feet, stepping on the floor, silently like a well-behaved cat.

He may have just gotten up, with a few mischievous hairs protruding from his head, confused and cute.

At night, the lights and shadows are undisturbed, the lights are bright, and only a pair of transparent wings are missing, and the little master has completely turned into a night elf.

The young master of the demon world licked his dry lips, feeling a burst of thirst.

According to the modern language, Jiang Qinfeng's is really good at his cuteness.

When Jiang Qinfeng obediently and obediently came to him, Yuan Zeshan said with a smile: "Young Master Jiang, long time no see, you are even more cute, I love you very much."

Jiang Qinfeng endured all his strength so as not to roll his eyes at him: You are so annoying in the middle of the night.

Mo Wanwan on the side hurriedly urged: "It's important, let him lure Jiang Youlin out quickly, so we can grab the poison pill, this is not a place to stay for long."

It turned out that they came for the poison pill.

Jiang Youlin's room was equipped with a powerful barrier. Even if they had Yuan Xia Diao, they set up traps, organs and alarm magic weapons behind the barrier.

She was so impatient, but Yuan Zeshan lowered his body slowly, squatting in front of the young master, staring at those snow-white feet.

The feet are white and tender, even the ankles are thin and slender, slightly protruding, not enough to hold, which makes people wonder how seductive it will be when it is pulled on the shoulders and trembles gently.

As expected of the little master of this world, even this place is exquisite and perfect, which makes people have the heart to hold it in their hands and play with it.

The little boy himself: Don't look at it, I can't help kicking you.

Who knows there are more excessive.

Warm fingers gently caressed his bare//exposed insteps, rubbing them back and forth, drawing circles.

Yuan Zeshan raised his head to see his reaction: "Is it cold? Answer me."

Jiang Qinfeng: "...cold."

Mo Wanwan was almost fainted by the young master's ignorance: "Stop messing around, there is always a chance if you want to play, forget what you said, the old devil mainly has poison pills, so there is no need to waste money on experiments, don't do it Experiment, we don't have to work hard to earn money, wipe his ass, you said it yourself! Don't touch it! Shit!"

"understood."

As a result, Yuan Zeshan still didn't get up after saying this, and he didn't see any more excessive movements. Jiang Qinfeng was a little puzzled, and only heard him say: "Go and sit over there."

Jiang Qinfeng had no choice but to continue to pretend to be controlled, and walked to the side of the flower bed to sit down.

"Lift your feet."

Yuan Zeshan raised the hem of the red robe, knelt down in front of the young master, grabbed one ankle, took out a pair of scarlet brocade shoes from the magic weapon of space, and slowly put them on his feet. A pair of cold canine teeth, like a little wolf cub, triumphant.

The embroidered cotton soles of the shoes are as comfortable as stepping on clouds, and they are extremely warm. The only bad thing is probably the white clothes and red shoes, which are a little abrupt.

Jiang Qinfeng thought to himself: He looks good to himself as a puppet——

Yuan Zeshan looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, and persuaded softly: "Xiaofeng, go and lure your brother out."

Jiang Qinfeng: You put on shoes for me so that I can kick you without hurting you?