Pretty Prince vs Fake Girl

"Hmm... so comfortable... Let's fight again... Hey, don't worry, wait for me to pee first..."

When Liang Xuan woke up moaning and chirping with a rippling face, although his eyes were opened, they were still unfocused, dull and calm.

Waking up from urination is extremely painful and helpless for everyone in winter, but for Liang Xuan right now, even though he woke up, he still felt a little strange in his heart. My whole body was stiff, not daring to move rashly.

After a long time, Shu Er slowly closed his eyelashes, and suddenly reached out to touch the quilt by his side, feeling relieved in his heart.

"It's dangerous...it's just a dream..."

Liang Xuan turned over and lay on his back. He looked carefully at the top of the bed for a while, as if he was reminiscing about the hazy but real and terrifying dream, licked his lower lip, and couldn't help laughing at himself, "Be a Dreams can be so comfortable, it's worth it... It's just... oh... what a pity..."

When I was still thinking about it, I suddenly woke up my swollen lower abdomen. I was surprised to notice the strangeness of my lower body. I touched it suspiciously, my heart sank, and I immediately sat up and opened the door. The quilt on the body.

Not to mention the laziness and contentment of his penis as if he had eaten gluttony, the white crystals left on his body and on the bed clearly showed a shocking fact.

Liang Xuan shook his head in disbelief, feeling dizzy and horrified by the blurry and passionate images flying past in front of his eyes.

He closed his eyes tightly and said silently in his heart:

At this moment, what I think and see in my heart is not real!

But chanting sutras and paying homage to the Buddha like the mantra of the Great Sun Tathagata, not only did not calm his impetuous and restless mind, but in the midst of random thinking, he suddenly remembered the bowl of tea in Miaohe's room...

Fairy Miaohe, what kind of useless old fellow is the thing in your aunt's bowl of tea for?To take such a heavy medicine!

Liang Xuan shouted in his heart, once he thought about whose body he had collided with last night to get the satisfaction of the feast, he was shocked...sluggish...bewildered...

He lowered his head, seemingly motionless, but his black pupils kept flashing with changing light, deep and difficult to interpret.

Amidst the agitation and agitation, from the corner of the eye he inadvertently caught a glimpse of dark red on the side of the leg, his heart sank suddenly, and he immediately moved away from the long bare leg, seeing that it was blood red!

Sticky and bloody.

Sticking to the quilt after drying, it is still bright red and dazzling, breathtaking.

"Zer..."

Liang Xuan's heart seemed to have sunk into a millennium-year-old cold pool. Under the icy cold, he lost all the strength to breathe in an instant. He almost didn't dare to stay for a moment. He immediately jumped to the ground, hurriedly wrapped his clothes around his body, and rushed out the door .

It was already bright outside, looking at the sun, it should be almost noon, the passenger flow in the Spring Breeze Inn was as usual, only the figures of the eight sects were gone, and even the three Emei who were supposed to be resting in place lost their whereabouts .

Liang Xuan tirelessly pushed away the guest rooms where he stayed last night one by one, but found nothing. The waiter who stood by and anxiously tried to persuade him again, "Guest officer, I have already told you that the group of people you are looking for was as early as last night. I have already left, and I haven't seen that handsome young man you mentioned all morning! You, if you really want to find someone, you should hurry outside and chase after him!"

Liang Xuan frowned, and looked at the helpless waiter with a blank face. After all, he was convinced, and then pushed him away and ran out of the inn, grabbing the mount of a friend who was just about to stay , stepped up neatly, turned his head and yelled, "Brother, help the world! Thank you!"

The little brother in white blinked his eyes and watched Liang Xuanjuechen go away. He sighed leisurely for a long time and said slowly, "It's good this time. Du Yunhe's beloved horse was robbed. Master is the real one." There is really no way to pay back..."

Isn't it ignorance?

The words should have been anxious and worrying, but inexplicably gloating, Wuming clapped his hands, and then stepped into the inn as if nothing had happened, muttering, "It's good if I don't have it, so I don't have to hold it every day!"

After Liang Xuan ran for a short time, he realized that the horse under him must have been a red rabbit if it wasn't a thousand-mile horse. When he ran, his cheeks were like knives blowing in the wind. It was his luck that he was so fast.

Embracing "Anyway, the only one that will be exhausted to death is this horse", Liang Xuan rode like lightning, and hurried all the way to the foot of Xueyan Mountain, before he had to tighten the reins and stop.

Soldiers and horses, a large group of soldiers and horses from the imperial court surrounded Xueyan Mountain.

Liang Xuan got off his horse calmly, and tied the horse to a wooden stake not far away. Then, with a flash, he got into a hidden path on the west side of Xueyan Mountain.

This road was discovered when he sneaked down the mountain to play when he was a child. Except for Shi Jiqing, his father didn't know about this road.

But it went directly to his practice room and went straight to the hinterland of Xueyan Mountain.

Liang Xuan cautiously lurked back from the secret path, and when he reached the end, he tapped cautiously on the wooden board above his head, making sure that no one responded, and then stealthily opened a small crack in the wooden board.

Listening carefully, there was no one guarding the practice room, Liang Xuan nimbly got out, quietly and quickly leaned towards the side of the wooden door, and disappeared.

Since he returned home, he felt like a fish in water. Liang Xuan walked stealthily all the way without being spotted.

But since the soldiers and horses of the imperial court guarded the mountain, where did the eight sects who went up the mountain overnight go?And Miao He, this aunt didn't come back and wrote a letter, and I don't know what happened to Dad and the others...

Just as he was thinking wildly, he suddenly heard Yang Buzheng's voice. Liang Xuan paused his footsteps, rolled his eyes, and shrank his bones into a ball as soon as he flew forward, stuffing himself into the corner of the beam.

Yang Buzheng sat cross-legged on the ground, as if he was practicing kung fu to heal his wounds, and his voice was exhausted and weak, and he said calmly, "Now Master Ci Nian is too injured, and he is still recuperating in the inn. How about the same clear and long-term intention?"

Kong Che and Zhao looked at each other, both of them showed embarrassment, and looked vainly at the big masters sitting around Yang Buzheng, but they were still silent and silent.

Although the group of them broke the plan and launched a night attack, they did not expect to kill Xueyan Mountain after a lot of hard work, but they never saw Liang Chengyou's figure from the beginning to the end. Xueyan Mountain is not only empty, but there are only a group of congregants left, led by the elders of the Demon Sect. Zhu Quan led the way, but under the shock, he organized and fought against it in an orderly manner.

No matter what the other masters were planning, what Yang Buzheng really wanted was the treasure map hidden deep on the Xueyan Mountain. Naturally, gods block and kill gods, and Buddhas block and kill Buddhas.

Although Liang Chengyou didn't show up, it might not be a bad thing for Yang Buzheng. After all, compared with dealing with a Demon Cult leader, it must be easier for the latter to deal with a Demon Cult elder.

He had sent his disciples to guard day and night earlier. If Liang Chengyou had left Xueyan Mountain with the treasure map, he would have known in advance. Now that he has not received any news, it means that Liang Chengyou has never secretly moved. Tu is still in Xueyan Mountain, so what does it matter if Liang Chengyou is around now?

But who would have thought that the victory was within sight, but it was Cheng Yaojin who killed Cheng Yaojin in the fierce battle.

No one would have thought that the imperial court would send troops to intervene in Jianghu affairs at this very moment, and even appeared on Xueyan Mountain at the right time, encircling them in a net and trapping them all on the mountain.

Right now they are single and weak, not to mention that they are too numerous to openly resist the court, Yang Buzheng saw that no one had come to a conclusion, and said in a deep voice, "In my opinion, this attack on the Xueyan Mountain Demon Sect It's not impossible to give the credit to the little general."

Lin Ziren nodded, looking extremely understanding.

Yang Buzheng glanced at him, and said with a smile, "Since Village Master Lin has a deep opinion, why don't you speak up and discuss it with everyone, otherwise it seems that I am the only one who can speak."

Lin Ziren raised his head abruptly, stared at Yang Buzheng with horror on his face, then looked around, wishing he could stuff his head into his chest, and said in a voice like a gnat, "Master, how can I figure it out thoroughly? I hope the lord can give me some guidance!"

Yizhao continued, "What leader Yang said, the old Taoist is not incomprehensible, but we have never captured Liang Chengyou. What is the use of the so-called credit if the court is gone? What's more, it took so much trouble to trap us. Here, Pindao really can't comprehend..."

Kong Che then said, "The six roots of the monks are pure, and there are no distracting thoughts in the mind. It is impossible to say whether this is a credit or not. What's more, the matter of giving or not, ignorance, anger, greed, and sex are all faults in the heart. Shaolin does not make a statement."

Yang Buzheng smiled, "After all, the emperor invites eminent Shaolin monks to go with him every spring festival, and Abbot Kongche also has a lot to do with him. He must be thinking about the emperor. Yang is a sensible person."

But it wasn't because of this relationship that one of the four middle schools of the government and businessmen was completely occupied by Shaolin. Yang Buzheng's specious words immediately aroused everyone's vigilance:

Shaolin faces the imperial court, that is, they can eat the meal of the imperial court!

But if they can also take advantage of this self-defeating opportunity to get more official roads to come back, wouldn't they be able to do business in the world like Shaolin, extending in all directions?

If you have money to make, why not do it?

Many people were already happy. Although they deliberately suppressed it, they still couldn't restrain their yearning and expectation for money.

Kong Che's face was ugly, and after saying the Buddha's name, he kept silent.

Lu Zhiqian and Hu Ting didn't change their expressions from beginning to end. They peeked at Yang Buzheng who was calm and calm, and couldn't believe it. Ever since Yang Buzheng made that unfair deal with Wulin, Lu Zhiqian had never dispelled his doubts about him. .

If it is said that all of this is a conspiracy by Yang Buzheng and the imperial court, Yang Buzheng won the position of the leader of the alliance, and then flattered the imperial court to seize the share of officials and businessmen, so that Qingcheng, which has already been strong in the outside world, can survive, then what is the imperial court's plan? what?

Is it really just a small contribution to defeating an elder of the Demon Sect?He has never even touched the clothes of the leader of the Demon Cult, so what is the use of such a feat?

Lu Zhiqian couldn't figure it out, but Liang Xuan, who was eavesdropping on Liang Shang, understood everything.

What is the imperial court's plan?

Why else?It can only be the earth panacea...

Lu Zhiqian couldn't figure it out because he didn't believe in the existence of earth panacea at all, but Liang Xuan had no choice but to believe it, because it was the panacea for his frail mother to prolong her life.

The author has something to say:

The name is so weak. ︶︿︶

Major events in the martial arts world have already confused me, how easy it is for me to rush to write the manuscript overnight after working hard all day to keep food flowing! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻