The Two-Faced Venerate Emperor

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She went to the direction of the Holy Court and followed the carriage of Jimo...

The cousin didn't want to see her. She walked along the footprints and breath that he left. She also felt happy, except for the slightest pain that was neglected...

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When Moya entered the city, he was highly concerned by all aspects.

In the casual yard somewhere in the Holy Sepulchre, there is an old flowering tree with a large stone table under the tree.

The two old men are playing against each other, and the board has been stunned, but the faces of the two old men are humble and gentle.

"You Jimo's boy came. Didn't you just advance to the Xuan Ling teacher? How? Today, it became the middle class of the mysterious master. It is the old man's old eyes." This is the Murong family's Murong. .

Strictly speaking, the foreign family belonging to Jimo Ya has a certain blood relationship with Jimo, but the Murong family is very large, the blood is scattered, and it is not an immediate family member.

Jimo Kaiyuan crane red skin, even his face is red, he sighs, "This kid is really a comer, the family repeatedly asked him to step by step, down-to-earth cultivation, this kid is promoted so fast, it seems to be a lesson Learn him..."

There is also a barefoot big man next to him, with a big waist and a rounded waist. He is standing on his feet. The golden rooster is free-standing. The other foot is held in his hand by his hand. He is smashed in his feet and the legendary lame image.

This is the Shangqiu family of Shangqiu family, Wang Lingshi.

"Jimo Kaiyuan, you have to sell it cheaply, see your grandson is so sturdy, the old man is coming..."

Jimo Kaiyuan couldn’t stand it anymore, and he laughed straight.

A proud, accidentally let the opposite Murong Yu win the game, Murong Yan reached out, "come coming, the old man won, bet a purple order instrument, bring it."

Jimo Kaiyuan’s rare willingness to take out a bet.

He is good at refining, but he is stingy. When he loses a game, he usually has to repent for countless steps. When he drags it to the end, he will take a turn and will come up with a bet.

"Come on another set, come back again!" Jimo Kaiyuan is in a good mood, but also come to a plate.

Murong Yu’s old man is worried that the winning instrument will not be guaranteed and he will not be able to wave his hand.

The lame Han Shangqiu zero sat down, "The old man came to you with a plate! Win, the old man gave you a million Lingshi, lost, our family's Yaner, you give a guarantee, and give your family a boy, Borrow a species, give birth to a descendant, must stay in our Shangqiu home, do not do?"

Jimo Kaiyuan suddenly collapsed. "Do you think it is a sow with a sow? This kid's marriage is a headache for his mother. The old man can't help this water! Besides, even if it is matched, it is our Jimo family. The patriarch will never let the blood flow to the outside..."

"Then you play chess with yourself." The big man and the golden rooster are independent and stand up.

"Hey, hello, everything is good, let's come to a plate..."

***

A hundred miles away from the holy city, there is a small village called the town of Masked Town.

It is full of various masks, and the pedestrians in the town are wearing masks to come and go, basically becoming the custom here.

Some monks who come to the Holy City, if they are interested, will bend here, bring a few masks back to give away, or commemorate.

The masks here are all from the battlefields of the **** and the two, and the real materials are all stripped from the head of the Yaozu.