Mother's Chosen Master

The appearance of Nangong Tingting enduring the smell of the medicine really made Jingtong feel very heartbroken. Many times she almost vomited it out, and then swallowed it forcefully.After feeding the last mouthful, I wiped off the remaining medicine stains at the corners of her mouth, and stuffed a piece of candied fruit into her mouth, "Isn't it so bitter?"

The sweetness of the candied fruit mixed with the bitterness of the medicine in the mouth turned into an indescribable taste, and it was not until it was completely melted in the mouth that a different kind of sweetness was tasted.

"What to do, I still feel bitter!"

Smash it a few times, and even the last sweetness is gone.

Someone's baby looks cute after being injured, as if she has lived back to a few years old, how can you say no to a beautiful and cute child? Jingtong glanced at the door, and secretly stuffed another she.

Once you have tasted the sweetness, you will not stop.

Pulling open the master's pocket, uh...Zi'er still wants it.

no more!Grab her hand and put it back.

"You can't eat too much."

The eyes are warning, but fighting with someone's eyes is like hitting a stone with an egg, well, just don't look at her.

The little hand is pulling Jingtong's clothes and refuses to let go, she is extremely stubborn, she just wants to eat another one, why is it so difficult!

"Zi'er, I really can't feed you any more today. If Sister Lan finds out, it's my fault. Let go, okay?"

Okay, let go first, Nangong Tingju rolled his eyes twice, "Master, come here."

Jing Tong leaned over without thinking, and then the corner of someone's mouth raised, "I don't have to eat candy, but you have to make it up to me."

ah?Compensation, what kind of compensation method?

"Let me kiss you, and I'll lie down obediently once I kiss you, okay?"

No, can I?

Nangong Tingting hooked Jingtong, her eyes were full of impatience, as long as Jingtong nodded, she would get her wish as soon as she raised her head and pouted, it was a hundred times sweeter than candied fruit.

The two of them stood nose to nose and eye to eye.

Lan Zirui broke someone's good deed by breaking into someone's house. She was bound to win the "protracted battle" with her master as long as she persevered to the end.

He licked his lips, feeling unwilling.And Jing Tong also sat up straight when she heard the sound of the door opening, and straightened her hair.

The atmosphere was weird, Lan Zirui glanced at them several times, "You guys, what were you doing just now?"

Looking between the two of them, Lan Zirui looked suspicious, thinking that they must have done something shady, otherwise why would she be in a state of fright when seeing herself.

"The medicine is too bitter, and I'm sick of nausea. I want to eat more candied fruit, but the master just won't let me, and the two of us are arguing."

"Yes, you can't eat too much. So..."

"Nangong Suting."

Ah, it's not good for my lord to call you by your first name.

Sure enough, the next moment, my mother sat on the edge of the bed just to separate the distance between herself and Jingtong. Her hand was already next to her ear, and she scraped slowly with her index finger twice. Just enjoy it for a while.

A certain person twisted his waist inadvertently, involving the wound on his leg, and suddenly felt a chilling pain. He yelled, moved his head, and hurriedly escaped from his mother's clutches.

"If you're hurt like this, be honest with me!"

"What you eat and drink, I have the final say!"

"Do you still dare to mess around! Give me peace of mind!"

Lan Zirui propped her hands on both sides of Nangong's scorpion, staring angrily, someone's head retracted a little bit and then a little bit, and finally only a tuft of hair was left outside, the whole face was covered under the quilt, and said sullenly Good job.

"See." Turning his head and said to Jingtong, "This is the way to deal with this guy. You can't be merciful at all. If you soften your heart, you must follow her way. Very cunning!"

"mother…"

I am unhappy written all over my little face, mother, what are you doing, why are you saying this to the master?

"Jingtong, let me tell you, if she hadn't hurt her leg, she wouldn't be able to turn over easily, she would have been rolling on the bed long ago. She can't write a few words in novels, and if she doesn't satisfy her, she will play rogue. bone."

Jing Tong just listened, covered her mouth and snickered, and didn't comment too much on it.

Someone was in a hurry and wanted to defend himself, why did mother slander her "reputation" in front of the master, I hate it.

"Master, don't listen to my mother's nonsense, I am not like this. I have many good things, such as..."

"The soaring self-confidence is probably inherited from her father."

"It's not!"

irritable...

In the room, with someone waking up one day apart, the atmosphere is very different.Even if you are happy, it is only at this moment, and it is rare to be able to forget your troubles for a while.

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This year's Shaoying meeting was postponed for a few days compared to the previous ones, and it was held with extra weight.It was the first time for the competition site to be set up in the busy market of Tianyun Town, Qi'an. Normally, the common people went to bed early after finishing their work. Tonight, they were attracted by such a big battle, and they all came out to watch.

Bright fireworks bloomed in the night sky. Xu Ping stared at the sky and tightened the knife in his hand. He knew that when he came on stage, the roar would be like the fireworks in front of him, which would amaze everyone.

After exchanging glances with Duan Yifan who was seated at the head, Xu Ping silently hid in the crowd again.

With a snap of his fingers, several bunches of fireworks were set off, and the atmosphere quickly reached the hottest point. Looking down, there was a lot of voices, and Duan Yifan slowly stood up from his seat and walked step by step to the center of the competition arena.

With a slight gesture of both hands, everyone gradually fell silent, all staring at the man standing on the field, Duan Yifan put his hands behind his back, smiled, and began his speech.

He had said this passage in his heart hundreds of times, and finally tonight was no longer a rehearsal.

Once the stereotypes have been said, we must start to highlight the key points.

"I'm afraid that the young heroes from all walks of life in the audience can't bear it for a long time and want to come on stage to show off their fists and compete with each other. It's a pity that Duan is old. Is it inevitable that he will have to talk a little bit more when he is old?" In other words, don’t blame, don’t blame. Young people should be considerate of old people.”

Everyone below was amused by Leader Duan, who was above him.

"Ask me first." Duan Yifan lowered his body, "Which one of you knows about Gongsun Li?"

Gongsun Li?Who is Gongsun Li?Who is he?

One question aroused everyone's curiosity and desire to discuss. At this time, someone needs to make a final decision to solve the mystery. Who is Gongsun Li?

"Does no one really know?" Duan Yifan asked again.

"I know!"

"Oh?" Duan Yifan took a step closer, "Little brother came to the stage to speak."

"What's your name?"

"My name is Xu Ping, and I... come from... Casting Heart Villa." In the crowded center, after speaking a sentence, a layer of sweat broke out on Xu Ping's forehead, and he was a little nervous.

"Casting Heart Villa, how dare I ask you what is your relationship with Nangong Zheng, the owner of Nangong Villa?"

"He's my father."

Duan Yifan laughed happily, "Your father and I are old friends, so we are nephews."

He easily used Xu Ping's mouth to tell Gongsun Li, and brought out the huge mechanism behind it.

Young people are the most energetic, a few words can arouse their passion, and they all become pawns. Duan Yifan thinks that after today, he just needs to sit at home and wait for them to bring him what he wants one by one.

As for those old-fashioned opponents, there are still some moral and decent people, let them make trouble, and cannibalism is even more welcome!To save him from doing it, Jianghu should have a new look.

Boom, boom, boom, drums beating

Duan Yifan sat down and enjoyed Xu Ping's martial arts competition tonight. He is a man who keeps his promises. What he promised a year ago will definitely come true. Sometimes he feels that Xu Ping's desire to get ahead is like Very young self, if there was someone willing to help him back then, why wait until this age to have everything now.

Fortunately, it's not too bad now, Duan Yifan thinks that a late bloomer is the best way to describe himself!

Defending the ring was easier than Xu Ping had imagined. The more he used the knife in his hand, the smoother it became. Even without his all-out efforts, the opponents were defeated one by one. You see, God is looking after him.

People like to deceive themselves and others, and Xu Ping is no exception, especially at such a glorious moment.Zhuxin Villa, the son of Nangong Zheng, the nephew of Duan Yifan, the person who will come to the Shaoying Club to participate in the martial arts competition, who dares to say that it is not for fame and fortune, Duan Yifan took Xu Ping at the market a few days ago Swaggering around, some people already have eyes and ears, and they are not fools. Who dares to knock him down, and dispel the will of the current martial arts leader.

Lying on the bed tossing and turning, Nangongzheng couldn't sleep at all, and broke out in a cold sweat in a panic. He remembered the voice he heard in the morning, put on his coat, put on his shoes, carried the candle, and went to the courtyard again.

By candlelight, I read the words on the inscription carefully, but there is nothing special about it.

Perhaps I have worried too much, Nangong is walking down the steps and wants to go back to the room, wait a minute!wrong!

After walking two steps and then turning around, has one of the four little lion statues under the stele been moved?

I squatted down and tried to turn it back with my hands, but I didn't expect that the stone tablet also turned a hole, and there were steps at the bottom.

Step by step, go down.

"Who?"

There was a mass not far away, and Nangong was approaching cautiously. After seeing the face clearly, he was stunned.

It was too late to grieve, and there was a click, and the stone tablet on the top recovered, blocking the way out.

The blood on the ground has dried up, and it can be clearly seen that it is a word of dust.

I have long said that Daoist Fuchen is not easy.

An Yu, the leader of Yan Mojiao, was brought up by him alone, but after something happened, he pushed him away completely.

"Zirui, it seems that you are right, you have been careless." Nangong closed his eyes for the young man, "I'm sorry, I hurt you."

That night, many things happened. Xu Ping from Qi An was very high-spirited, and was surrounded by a group of people to drink and have fun in Hualou. , something small happened tonight.

And Nangong Tingting slept most peacefully, the sandalwood scent on the master's body was too sleep-promoting, and she asked her to sleep with her several times before going to bed.

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Love and respect words forever, I'm going to draw, bye~