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Hongpao An Hongdou held a pink baby girl in her arms and walked side by side with Luo Changfeng. Through the long and winding path, the fragrance of flowers and birds sing all the way to the gate of the academy.

The two stopped.

Luo Changfeng, wearing a black robe and silver hair, turned around and lowered his head to tease the cute and smiling little bean sprouts. Then he stretched out his index finger. The little bean sprouts were very proud of their face. He held his snow-white little hands tightly, dancing and cheering.

Luo Changfeng raised his head, quietly looked at the person in front of him and said softly: "Let's go."

An Hongdou nodded softly: "The child and I are waiting for you at home."

Luo Changfeng was stunned in place, and was stunned for a long time before smiling. He gently pulled out the index finger of Xiao Dousai tightly clenched. Luo Changfeng touched An Hongdou's cheek, and then turned around.

Tears slid down.

In the moment, it seemed like a different life.

Because at that moment, Luo Changfeng realized that he had a home.

Thinking about "I am waiting for you at home with my child." Luo Changfeng secretly wiped the tears at the corner of his eyes and climbed down. Looking at Li Xingyun, Li Luo, and the people in the academy who had been waiting for a long time, he smiled.

...

Tibing Mountain, Tibetan Bing Valley.

Jinyi River Manlou holds ink attacks, leisurely strolling around the bustling city of his home, followed by many brothers.

As he walked, the head of the first family in the world suddenly screamed. Then he raised his left foot and jumped and howled constantly.

"Ouch..."

"No, no."

"It's twisted to the toes."

"It hurts so much."

"It hurts so much..."

Two brothers from Dahongpao from the past are now responsible for handling many matters in the mansion and operating the government city. They are worthy of being the confidant of the Prince of Jiang Manlou. They are quick-witted and quick-witted. They quickly helped the head of the family to sit in the next tavern.

One person took off his boots.

One person rubbed his feet.

Jiang Manlou looked painful and screamed several times like a pig, then lay down like a paralyzed, and ordered the brother who was in charge of writing in the past three thousand big red robes and said, "Tell the Emperor Alliance to the leader, I am so stupid.

I am so sorry that I can’t get out of bed for three or five months. I can’t go to the World Club, it’s such a pity!”

...

The hinterland of the Twelve Stars in Tiandong.

The comfortable east wind stirs the tender green leaves, and the light and shadows in the forest are swaying, which is a good time for spring sleep.

In front of the temple, a teenager in a robe in blue was yawning, stretched his waist and sat up from the back of the huge thunder beast stone statue, and glanced into the distance without being lukewarm.

Lianchengjue, who was promoted to the new saint at the Holy Sacrifice Ceremony, walked towards him, followed by Jiu Jinlan, the three-generation decision-maker of the Eight Hundred Sects.

A burly giant spirit.

The little Tianyin, who is not very good-looking.

Mulang Xiejun, who is dressed in red and has red hair, and is wearing peach blossoms.

No matter when and where he looks, he is just a child.

Dugu Wanqian, who has an iron chain with his arms and a giant sword with hidden edges on his back.

With one hand, Tianlang, who successfully entered the realm of transformation not long ago, disguised himself as his junior brother who was pushing a wooden wheelbarrow. The weak son Ye Xichao was sitting in the car.

Jun Zeyu is naturally not included in it.

A group of nine people walked to the temple in an orderly manner.

Looking at the young man in green who looked calm on the back of the Lei Ze divine beast, Liancheng Jue, who was already the Holy Lord of Tiandong, was the first to hold the ceremony and pilgrimage to the great ceremony.

The junior brothers behind me are imitating.

These geniuses from the three generations who dared to change the sun and the moon to a new heaven, and now the 800 sects are in power respectfully in front of the young man in green, even the arrogant and arrogant heart engraved into his bones have been stolen.

The young man in blue, riding on the back of the Thunder Demon Beast with his legs waved his hands, and said impatiently before he got up, "Everything is right, just leave if it should."

Lianchengjue smiled: "Would you like to work with your disciples?"

The young man in green suddenly squeezed the Lei Ze divine beast. Even though it had already transformed into a fossil statue, the ferocious beast that shook the world was still in pain and opened its mouth slightly.

The boy said angrily: "No need. No need. Different seniority is different, so I can't play together."

The strange-looking Muro Xiejun covered his face and smiled.

The weak son Ye Xichao also smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Liancheng Jue no longer insisted on it, and he held the pilgrimage ceremony again before leaving.

The young man in green suddenly remembered something: "Lao Jiu..."

Liancheng Jue continued: "The Emperor Alliance is known as a solid foundation. If the world meeting wants to save the Ming King this time, it still needs to be planned again. Therefore, the Ninth Master Uncle set out early, and it should be in the Thirteen Kings City at this moment."

The young man in green asked again: "The third brother..."

Lian Chengjue said again: "Uncle Third Master, he is still fishing."

When talking about the master who forgot his body in the mountains and rivers, Xiao Tianyin touched his nose awkwardly.

The young man in green was also helpless about this.

I had to wave.

Lianchengjue and Jiujinlan retired.

When everyone left, the young man in green looked at the sun, opened his arms and enjoyed the spring breath. Then he grabbed the head of the Stone Statue of the Thunder Beast: "Go to meet old friends."

The huge beast in front of the temple

It was like Mu Ran opening his eyes, shaking his body, and the stone statues collapsed. The sky above the Twelve Star River suddenly rolled, and a man and an animal in front of the temple were gone.

...

Dozens of sword energy swept through the clouds and landed in front of the tower and hall at the highest 72 strange peaks of Kunlun, and transformed into terrifying hunchbacked figures.

There are old men and old women.

Two young men in Zhaixing Pavilion sat opposite each other and made a move to play chess.

Of course, the King Dao Jian Mu Yun Jiancheng, who is full of sword intent, and the Doctrine of Medium Sword King Xiaoer with an ordinary appearance and an ordinary aura.

Mu Yun Jiancheng looked down at the black and white staggered pieces on the nineteen roads, and noticed dozens of sword intents with similar auras outside the Zhaixing Pavilion. He threw the black piece in his hand into the chess basket. He glanced at Wang Xiaoer and said

:"Born."

Although he has been with his classmates for many years, he has long been accustomed to Wang Xiaoer's establishment and style.

But whenever Mu Yun Jiancheng is in it or think of it by chance, he still often sulks, and it is the kind that is easy to cause trouble.

no way.

Since the cape brought back the young man who was only ten years old to the mountain, the two of them had fought for swords in front of the boy thirteen times and tied.

Twelve games, tied.

Cook wine eleven times, tied.

The most depressing time, Mu Yun Jiancheng swung his sword and slashed half of the night sky above the heads of the 72 strange peaks of Kunlun. During this period, there were no stars...

Wang Xiaoer smiled. Then he meticulously separated the chess pieces and picked them up back to the chess basket.

Mu Yun Jiancheng became more and more angry when he saw that he didn't say anything, and turned into a shocking sword light and swept out of the Zhaixing Pavilion.

Wang Xiaoer is still orderly.

After packing up all the pieces, he stood up and respectfully held the sword ceremony at the young man sitting cross-legged on the top of the night sky with his hands to pick the stars, and then slowly walked out of the pavilion...

The Seventy-Two Strange Peaks of Kunlun are located in Zhongzhou, very close to the Thirteen Kings City. Wang Xiaoer thought that even if he led the Kunlun Sect to walk on foot, it would be only a day's journey, and there was no need to ride the sword and ride the wind.

He sighed helplessly, thinking that it was time for senior brother to keep his temper.

Muyun Sword City naturally couldn't hear this, but in the flash of thunder, he had already reached outside the Thirteen Kings City with his sword.

At the same time, the same isolate.

Su Xiaofan, under the command of King Ming of Dongchu who came from Julu, Weiyangsheng and Wu Xiuyang, arrived at Mogan City, the Thirteen Kings City by horse.

The city gate is wide open.

Behind the three, there were 180,000 cavalry in the East Chu.

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