Export Comes True [Comprehensive Martial Arts]

It was a luxurious carriage, and the horses used to pull it were bloody BMWs.

Lu Xiaofeng clicked his tongue and praised: "It's really reckless."

Bell: "What's the matter? Aren't horses not only used for riding, but also for pulling carts?"

Lu Xiaofeng glanced sideways.

Oh, I almost forgot, there is also a waste of money here, who burns ambergris for fun.

"Aren't we looking for Prince Taiping? If you don't hurry up, maybe he's asleep—the nearest hotel is two streets away."

The little girl pointed to the carriage, "You don't need to go to the hotel, Yan Mingyi lives in the carriage."

He tilted his head and thought for a while, then nodded firmly, "He is difficult to serve. He will never use the dishes, chopsticks, beds, and wine glasses that others have slept on and drank, so he never stays in hotels, only in carriages."

"If you have money, it won't be difficult to serve." The stranger's laughter came over, "Even if I want fresh fruits from the north now, they will be happy to bring them to me if I have enough money."

Before Lu Xiaofeng was vigilant, the little girl jumped up: "Speak clearly!"

The sixteen-seven-year-old boy looked over, "Call me Gong Jiu outside."

Palace Nine... the ninety-five supreme being in the palace?

The little girl stared round her almond eyes in surprise.

Long time no see, my friends actually have such ambitions!

"Wait for me to tell you in private." He rolled his eyelids and swept his eyes away, "You don't really want to practice some weird martial arts, do you? I've known you for ten years, and you're still so short .”

Dwarf hit!

Ling Dang was not happy at the moment, "Oh, there was a long talk in those ten years, may I ask you now that you know a hundred mirrors, if you break thirteen mirrors, how many mirrors are left?"

Gong Jiu was very calm: "I can go buy a hundred mirrors, break thirteen mirrors, and count the rest slowly."

It doesn't matter if he can't count, he has money.

Lu Xiaofeng was still in shock and lost his voice.

ten years!

The prince of Taiping, who I met ten years ago, must be in her teens or twenties now, but this height... this face...

Lu Xiaofeng looked at the bell carefully, no matter how he looked at it, he was a young child.

Ling Dang felt his gaze, stared at it with a straight face, and sighed: "Oh, that's right, I was discovered by you, after all, I can't hide it..."

Lu Xiaofeng held his breath.

Ling Dang nodded solemnly: "Actually..."

Lu Xiaofeng: "Actually?"

"You should call me grandma."

"Huh?" Lu Xiaofeng looked again: "You don't look like grandma, your skin is soft and smooth. Grandma should be the old tree trunk ten miles away from the west city gate!"

"Otherwise, why do you think Qitong is willing to call me Senior Sister?"

"Because you started early!"

"Then how did Gong Jiu know me for ten years?"

"Because..." Lu Xiaofeng racked his brains and found a reason that seemed reasonable but actually he couldn't convince himself, "Because you want to play tricks on me?"

Ling Dang spread her hands: "Look, you don't even think so."

You, Lu Xiaofeng, are famous, but you haven't reached the point where you want to tease people as soon as you meet them—it doesn't count if you are a liar, it's just that you simply want to lie to deceive people and make them laugh.

Lu Xiaofeng hesitated: "Are you really grandma? The one who has practiced rejuvenation skills?"

"Of course I..." The stern-faced little girl laughed suddenly, clutching her stomach and bending down, "Of course it can't be a grandma hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Lu Xiaofenghuang, you are so cute hahahahahahahahaha!"

Lu Xiaofeng: "..."

"Tang, Xiao, Bell, Dang!"

bad boy!

"You believe it yourself. If I am deceived, I will only feel that I can't see through the other party's words and blame myself."

Bell bared her teeth faintly.

Then kill the person who lied to her.

Lu Xiaofeng nodded: "I understand, if a dog bites a person, do people want to bite back—"

"So I usually just beat the dog to death."

Lu Xiaofeng imitated the little girl and bared her teeth, the white teeth gleamed coldly under the melting moonlight.

"Little Bell, what do you think?"

The little girl blinked, but she looked up cutely: "I'm still a child."

Lu Xiaofeng folded his hands on his shoulders: "The child you've known for ten years?"

The little girl grinned again, and raised her chin: "Lu Xiaofeng, I stopped playing such old-fashioned temptations when I was three years old. If you want to know something, guess it yourself! Don't they all say that you are very good at investigating cases? Well, guess how nine-year-old me and Yan Mingyi have known each other for ten years."

A nine-year-old child, how could he have known someone for ten years... Apart from lying, Lu Xiaofeng couldn't think of any other possibility, but Ling Dang swore to him that if she lied, she would cut off her head and give him a kick.

Lu Xiaofeng crouched in the crushed dust, thinking hard.

The little girl got into the carriage with Gong Jiu.

They were all four years old when they met, and Gong Jiu knew how she had only grown five years in ten years, so she didn't want to ask any more questions.

He sank down on the soft goose feather cushion, and cut to the chase: "I killed Gongsun Lan. She is the boss of the Red Shoes organization and also my subordinate. Wu Ming is worried that she will tell her big plan and let me deal with it." .”

"Wu Ming? Who is it? Is it very powerful?"

"Wu Ming is my master. When I was nine years old, he sneaked into Prince Taiping's mansion and accepted me as an apprentice. Gong Jiu is the alias he gave me."

Bell nodded.

Got it, the relationship is not good, and he wants to kill his good cousin.It is the person who says that sooner or later he will be slaughtered.

"As for how powerful..." Gong Jiu pondered, looking out of the window where the curtain was blown by the wind, a certain little phoenix squatting motionless on the ground, said proudly: "It is said that there is no weapon in the Jianghu that Lu Xiaofeng's consonant finger can't catch, but When he encountered my sword, he could only write a suicide note."

Gong Jiu turned her head, rippling in her quiet eyes, "However, when I meet Wu Ming, I can only write a suicide note."

"However, in five years, I can draw with him, and in ten years, I can kill him. Unfortunately, I can't wait for ten years."

"He found out that you were dissatisfied with him and wanted to get rid of you?"

"No, he thinks the new emperor is enthroned, and it's a group of old ministers begging for bones. When the old and the new change, he thinks it's appropriate to usurp the throne." Gong Jiu said "Tsk", "Although my cousin is a bit long-winded and annoying, His mouth was so angry that I didn't even think about dragging him down from the throne, and Wu Ming deserves it."

She understands that her mouth is too upright.

"Then what are you looking for me for? Buying murder|killing?"

"Yes." Gong Jiu propped his chin, "If you help me kill him, I can promise you one thing, anything. I know you can do it, use your magical ability."

"Sounds interesting."

The little girl brushed off the corner of her clothes, stood up, picked up the bronze lamp in the carriage, turned off the light, and the carriage was suddenly pitch black.

"I reject."

Gong Jiu was very calm: "It's just killing people, you don't seem to have the character to refuse this."

A small cluster of flames burst out, the same oil lamp.

The bell slowly extinguished the torch, and hit the oil lamp on Gong Jiu's face, the flame burned off his temples in an instant.

Gong Jiu stood still.

"I don't refuse to use my ability to do this kind of thing, but I just don't agree with your appearance that you are determined by me."

Just like if she wanted to use an oil lamp to burn Gongjiu, she had to replace it with her own fire.

Child temper.

The little girl raised her hand, and extinguished the flames flying up her hair with a handful of dust, "Do you remember?"

Gong Jiu expressed emotion: "You are better than ten years ago—oh, five years ago for you? You have a much better temper than that time. If you were at that time, you should have thrown your firefly directly at my face .”

The little girl narrowed her eyes: "It's better to make others guess what's going on in your mind."

"That's right." Gong Jiu patted the ashes on his temples, and didn't take the heat seriously, but his physique was also strange. After a while, the burns on his skin had completely recovered, "Since you don't take jobs, Then I'll go with the original plan."

Gong Jiu was also capricious, and immediately drove the little girl out of the carriage, and the servant who drove the carriage drove the carriage away with a whip.

Ling Dang told Lu Xiaofeng about the incident in the car, and spread his hands, "I don't know what his so-called original plan is."

Lu Xiaofeng clicked his tongue in amazement: "He has a very good temper. Even if you set his hair on fire, he would tell you that he still has an original plan. He is almost as soft as Huamanlou."

One word awakened the dreamer, saying that Gong Jiu's temper was like flowers all over the building, and ghosts would not believe it.

Bell touched her body: "..."

"...The bastard speaks clearly, the young master's beauty picture!" Ling Dang gritted her teeth.

She said, how could the guy just throw her out of the car, that's the problem.

"Beauty picture?" Lu Xiaofeng's eyelids twitched, "What is it for?"

"It's just painting portraits of beauties. There are ninety-nine and 81 beauties in total. There are no such beauties in the sky or on the earth."

Hearing what the little girl said so lightly, Lu Xiaofeng couldn't let go of her heart - no one in the Jianghu knew how beautiful she was, and he had a premonition that this picture of beauty was used to trouble him.

Lu Xiaofeng: "Hey, shall I accompany you to get it back?"

Ling Dang stretched her waist: "Forget it, let him go."

Lu Xiaofeng wondered: "Aren't you very unhappy?"

"No." The little girl said with a serious face, "I'm shocked and a little unhappy, but when I think of him digging a hole for me, I'm not unhappy!"

Lu Xiaofeng was surprised: "Digging a hole means..."

The bell blew a whistle, "My beauty picture was given by Painted Skin Ghost."

The carriage moved forward slowly, Gong Jiu was leaning on the carriage, holding the scroll in his hand, and the purple and gold quilt incense burner next to it was curling up with thousands of wisps of smoke.

Untie the rope tied to the painting, and throw it on the tiger skin mattress spread in the car, and the scroll brush rolls away, revealing the 81 beauties inside.

Gong Jiu propped his head up, his gaze fell towards the direction of the picture scroll, but he was thinking about how angry the little girl would be when she found out that the treasure's beauty picture was missing.

A pair of soft hands brushed over Gong Jiu's skirt, and the beauty fit her tightly, and her delicate bare feet stepped on his thigh.

Exhale like blue: "The floating world is greedy for joy, and I have no love in my life. I can't sleep on a moonlit night. I wish Xiu Yan could do well."

Gong Jiu stared deeply at the moonlight entering the carriage, only his shadow, raised his hand, and pushed the beauty away firmly.