time travel sweet

Huojiu gritted her teeth with a smile, and the two of them unanimously and secretly released their true energy in their sleeves.

"Little Bird, this is Brother Qiu. He lived in the master's house and played with me every day." Atong smiled and explained to Huojiu.

Huojiu looked at Atong's incomparably bright smiling face, and forced back the true energy that had reached her fingertips.

There is no longer a surge of air around Qiu Huanian.

At this time, the two saw the same content in each other's eyes---

See you in the ring! ! ! o(#￣▽￣)==O))￣0￣")o

Qiu Huanian retracted the eyes that had scratched Huojiu several times, and when he turned to A Tong, the eyes were so gentle that water could be squeezed out.

"A Tong, would you like to come in and sit for a while?" Qiu Huanian smiled and stretched out his arm to A Tong, "I learned the song you said you wanted to hear last time."

"Ah?" Atong looked at Qiu Huanian blankly, "What...the song?"

Qiu Huanian froze all of a sudden.

"Pfft." Huojiu was very happy to see Qiu Huanian's choked expression, "Cough, Master Qiu, what else do you need?"

Qiu Huanian was deeply lucky, so he withdrew his hand pretending to be natural, and brushed off the non-existent dust on his sleeves, looking calm and composed.

But the clenched hands under the wide sleeves betrayed all his emotions.

"If Master Qiumen is okay, we will leave." Huojiu smiled smugly.

Qiu Huanian tried his best to resist the urge to slap Huojiu to death, and squeezed out the word "um" from between his teeth.

Almost at the same time that Qiu Huanian "hmm", Huojiu ran away with A Tong in his arms and jingle bells in his arms, without even seeing a trace of dust rising. . . . .

Qiu Huanian: (艹盘艹)(▼盘▼#)(?▼亮▼)

Zhang Jia and Guan Ju watched the martial arts competition under the arena for a while. Zhang Jia was very interested at first, after all, he had never seen it in modern times; At that time, Zhang Jia vomited...

(?﹏?`?) Wori, what's going on? ? ?Is this a contest, or an anatomy? ! ? ! ? !Is this the live version of Reaper? ! ? !

Guan Ju patted Zhang Jia's back to make him feel better.

"Let's go somewhere else." Guan Ju said while handing Zhang Jia a handkerchief to wipe his mouth.

"Uh, okay..." Zhang Jia tried hard to hold back the disgusting feeling.

This time, Guan Ju did not use lightness skills to lead Zhang Jia away, but helped him walk slowly away from the martial arts arena, and came to the lake where there were few people.

After being blown by the wind, Zhang Jia felt better.

"Is it like this in every martial arts league?" Zhang Jia raised his head and asked Guan Ju.

Guan Ju naturally understood what Zhang Jia was talking about, looked at him and nodded.

Zhang Jia couldn't help frowning, "Why?"

"There are too many people who are overwhelmed and greedy." Guan Ju raised his hand to wipe away the wrinkles between Zhang Jia's brows, "The death of such a person is not a pity, so there is no need to feel sorry for him."

Zhang Jia stared blankly at Guan Ju for a while, then suddenly blushed.

(*/ω＼*) Why do you think the cold-blooded Master Gong is so handsome? ! ? ! ? !Does he have an abnormal worldview? !There really is a reason for such things as beauty misleading the country! (づ￣3￣)づ

"What's wrong?" Guan Ju looked at Zhang Jia's idiot face with some amusement.

"I suddenly feel that you are so handsome, I'm going to fall in love with you..."

Guan Ju's eyes widened suddenly.

Looking at Guan Ju's expression, Zhang Jia realized what he had just said off-line.

"No...no...I mean...you are handsome...I like you...No, no, mine,,," Zhang Jia hurriedly waved his hands and explained anxiously.

Guan Ju raised his eyebrows and raised the corners of his mouth, stretched his arms, wrapped around Zhang Jia's neck, put one hand on the back of his head, and slightly pressed against himself.

Zhang Jia felt that Guan Ju's face suddenly enlarged, and his lips felt cold.

Huh (⊙_⊙)?

what! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !