The Empress’s Gigolo

In the flat wind valley, there are more than a dozen families in the valley. The cooking smoke rises at three or four in the afternoon, straight up.

An old man with a cane and a young girl stood at Taniguchi for half a ring before walking slowly.

"Master, are the people living here very good?" The young girl wanted to hold the old woman, but was blocked by the old woman. "No matter how good it is at home, don't do it outside, I'm not old enough to move."

Then he replied, "If it wasn't for the successive battles that hurt the foundation, I'm afraid he would have entered the chakras long ago. With his talent, wouldn't he be stuck in the chakras without any deposit ..." Then there came the young man who always carried a paper umbrella and smiled with a dimple and a little shyness.

At that time, he was also in his twenties.

It's a pity that good fortune makes people.

"It's awesome." The young girl said with her tongue out, God Wheel, and there were only thirteen in the whole heaven.

This person must have been a well-known figure back then.

Lao Yun's pace is very slow, it seems that she is admiring the scenery on both sides and adjusting her mind.

Walking along a path for half an hour, the two men walked to the village entrance.

When a few children saw the birth, they looked at it curiously, and then rushed apart, leaving only a bare-ass little boy with a braid and a snot running to the two, using dirty His fingers wiped his nose and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

"Who are you looking for?"

"Changtian, do you live here?" Asked Old Man with a smile on his face.

"There is no such person!" The child thought for a while.

"Oh!" Laohua nodded, and walked forward.

"I have said that this person is gone, what are you going to do?" The child asked curiously next to the two of them, raising some hands to grab the girl's clothes. The clothes were not made by people in the village, but Hesitated again.

The girl saw that his movement quickly changed to the other side of the old uncle. If he caught it with his nose, his clothes would not be necessary.

"As long as he isn't dead, he's here. Even if he's dead, I want to see the head of the grave." The old lady answered first, then turned to look at the girl next to her: "Sell my old lady so soon?"

"Master, I was wrong." The girl hurriedly lowered her head and turned to the other side.

A snotty hand grabbed her skirt at once, causing her face to twitch, and she was about to cry.

"It's so soft ..." The child felt the envy of the skirt with envy, and hurried to the village.

"Grandfather Chang runs away, there are old monsters coming to catch you!"

Suddenly, the old man's firm steps suddenly appeared, and a little anger appeared on his face.

But it soon dissipated, replaced by the briskness and joy in his heart, and he was still here.

After a moment, she came to a door to stop, and saw an old man sitting in the yard, pasting paper on an umbrella.

The old man looked up and down sixty, with grey hair combed behind his head, and was concentrating on the work on the hand. Until he finished the work on the hand, he put the umbrella aside and looked up at the old man with a smile.

"I haven't seen you for a long time!"

After decades of innumerable thoughts, it turned into only one sentence "I haven't seen you for a long time!"

"You broke through?" The old lady's face looked cheerful.

"Yeah, it was a futile effort to repair the foundation. I gave up. I did some daily work here and felt everything around me. I never thought it would be a breakthrough. Life is still unpredictable!" Chang Tian said in a relaxed tone, completely ignoring how he was ashamed at the time, and gave up everything to come to this village.

"Okay, okay! You can live a few more years than me. Remember to go to the grave every year to see me, I'm afraid of loneliness." The old trembled voice, tears in his eyes.

"Okay!" Chang Tian simply said a word, but it was the answer.

After the old woman died, he moved to her grave and guarded her daily to avoid her loneliness.

The old man looked at everything in the courtyard, as if he wanted to keep in his heart the place where the old man lived for decades, and then sorted out his feelings: "This old man is here to invite you out of the mountain."

"I'm not interested in those anymore," Chang Tian said lightly.

"The Emperor Dayao, the fifth Qi Zixiao in the world! She is now in the heavenly landscape." The old lady said.

Chang Tian heard the words, his face finally moved, and the slight smile that had been hanging also disappeared. "How many people?"

"There is only one of her, and two girls who are not at their peak."

"Who else does it?"

"Plus your seventeen **** wheels, and the wheel of the entire heavenly landscape."

The girl next to Laoyu opened her mouth to look at her master. Isn't there only thirteen named gods in the heavenly landscape? Plus there are only fourteen people ...

"Okay! When I finish this umbrella, I will go down the mountain with you. This umbrella is promised to others, and it can't be done halfway." The old man said, and took the paper umbrella again in his hands. Even if everything is dropped, there are still things that cannot be dropped. Not for yourself, but for the millions of people in this heavenly place.

A day later, three figures stood at the mouth of the valley and turned to look back.

More than a dozen villagers are not far behind the three with baggage in their hands: "Chang Lao, the mulberry you love to eat, I'll pick some for you, put it in there and eat it on the road."

"And the dough sticks that I wrapped in soya leaves, I brought you."

"Grandpa, come back early!"

The old man's eyes took a deep look at everyone, remembering these rustic villagers in his heart before taking the package: "Don't send it away, leave, and come back soon."

...

Qingniu Mountain, five figures strode down from the mountain.

There are four of them, who not only look exactly the same, but also look exactly the same.

The difference is that one person has a mole in the corner of his left mouth, one has a mole in the corner of his right mouth, one has a mole on his lips, and one has a mole under his lips.

"Roar!" One rose and shouted, and the other three opened their mouths, their voices were loud, and they passed on for dozens of miles.

All the beasts in the mountain were stunned and fell to the ground, and all flying birds rose into the air.

"Ha ha ha ha, the four of us still have a day to shoot!"

"Just look at the band of Pharaohs and see how many people are still alive!"

...

Golden Circle House, Zhan Changkong, the fairy and the deacons of Fuzhong stand in front of the house.

At this time, everyone was different from when he was in the 8000. Everyone was carrying weapons and was full of murderous energy.

"Xu Huan, after we left, the Fuzhong relied on you." Zhan Changkong explained.

"Father, I'd better go, you and your wife stay." It was a man in his thirties who spoke.

"Since you want to do it, you must do your best. This matter is about the entire skyscape. How can you be afraid of death. And ... with your talent, you are expected to enter the chakra in the future.

Also, if Caixian returns, take care of her. "

The fairy in the painting is gentle in her eyes, watching her husband explain there.

...

Wang Beicheng, the door of the middle mansion opened ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ A majestic middle-aged man stepped out of the middle, followed by a dozen men and women with helmets and helmets.

In front of him was a cavalry of several hundred men.

The middle-aged man glanced forward and turned back and said, "Zi, come here."

"Dad!" A handsome young man strode forward.

"If I can't come back, this North League will give it to you." Said the middle-aged man, Shen Sheng. The previous night, he had told every important person in the North League to his son, which one can believe and which one can't, no matter who can come back alive, the son has a countermeasure.

But when he set off, he was still a little uneasy.

"Dad, you can come back safely! First of all, I wish my father a triumph!" The young man said loudly.

"Haha, the fifth Qi Zixiao in the world, who dares to say that he can come back alive?" The middle-aged man laughed, then hesitated, and slowly put his hand on the youth's head and touched it. This was from the age of five For the first time, he touched his head like this.

"Dad!" The youthful circles were a little red.

"Girlishness!" The middle-aged man couldn't see him like that, cursing.

Behind several women with helmets and armours immediately glared.

"Gone, set off!" The middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

"Northern Alliance!" Many knights in front straightened and shouted.

...

Royal Southern Capital, Blue Bell Flower, Lingshan School, Manxing Pavilion, Jiudaomen, Dead Toad ...

Whether it is famous or unknown, whether it is a famous sect or a despised gang mixed in the marketplace, whether it is the top of the three forces or the old man living in the mountains ...

Throughout the heavenly scene, countless people, full of blood, holding the weapons they just wiped, picked up the ideal that had been hidden, and rushed to the goal.