Chapter 289 (1/2)
”Elder martial sister...”
Looking at the elder martial sister with a kitchen knife, Jiang Lin's forehead burst into a cold sweat.
Jiang Lin took a step back and found something sharp against his waist.
Turning his head, master, who was only 1.5 meters tall, had black eyes, holding a fruit knife against his kidney.
Raising his eyes, Master seemed to be broken: ”Xiaolin... Who is this man...”
”Roar!”
Jiang Lin's cold sweat had soaked his clothes. At this time, a dragon chant spread!
Looking up, in the sky, a silver white dragon with a length of 100 meters and blocking the sky and the sun was circling constantly.
This dragon is very beautiful. Its silver scales shine brightly in the sun. Similarly, the silver dragon horn is like glass coral, crystal clear and perfect as an artistic product.
Even with the aesthetics of the human race, Jiang Lin feels that this silver white dragon has beautiful eyebrows and eyes.
At the next moment, the silver dragon that made me feel very familiar sent out a soft, sad and even sick voice:
”Baba! Why did you lie to me! You are not my Baba, my real father was killed by you! You big liar! I will never forgive you! ”
”Read! Listen to my sophistry, the fact is not like that... Read... ”
”Jiang Lin......”
Before Jiang Lin finished speaking, a soft cry came from the side.
Turning around, I saw Miss Xiao holding the double swords!
I saw Miss Xiao holding the life flying sword pear flower in one hand and her sister Jianling in the other, walking towards Jianglin step by step
”Why... I don't know why there are so many women around you, why...”
”Big bastard! Didn't you say you wanted to ride me?! Big bastard! ” On the other side, riding Huang youyou with horns on his back roared, as if he wanted to string Jiang Lin with horns on his back!
”Sure enough, you'd better die... Don't worry, if you die, I'll go with you. We'll be together forever...”
A charming voice came, a woman with a veil approached step by step, and there was no brilliance in her eyes.
”Young master Jiang... I didn't expect you to be such a person...”
”Yes, sister Moli, let's kill childe Jiang together... Just divide it equally.”
Not far away, the dancing butterfly looked directly at Jiang Lin with tearful ink, and the knife in her hand seemed to have blood.
”Jiang Lin......”
In front of Jiang Lin, Chen married in a long skirt shouted softly.
”Little married...”
”Die!”
Before Jiang Lin reacted, Chen married with tears from bottom to top and handed it out with a fist!
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At the same time, everywhere in the fog, in the elder martial sister's dream, she came to Longmen sect.
”Xiaolin... Don't leave me... Xiaolin...”
In front of Lin Qingwan, Jiang Lin hugs Xiaojia and Mo Li's younger sister, and Xiao Xueli and her younger martial sister in the clan go farther and farther.
Lin Qingwan kept chasing them, but she couldn't get close.
Finally, they disappeared into Lin Qingwan's sight.
Lin Qingwan stopped in place, tears ticking down.
I don't know how long I cried with my head down. With the passage of time, the highlight gradually lost in the girl's eyes
”If I can't be with Xiaolin, what's the meaning of my life... Xiaolin... You are mine... Always mine... Forever...”
Looking up, in Lin Qingwan's eyes, it seemed as if it had blackened and lost its luster.
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Chen married dream
”Jiang Lin... Do you really remember my name?”
”Well, really, little married...”
In the small yard where he met in childhood, the sunset dyed the sky red, as if the world were wearing a pair of beautiful red makeup.
Chen married and Jiang Lin stood face to face, but Jiang Lin slowly said:
”Actually, there's something I want to tell you...”
Listening to Jiang Lin's words, the girl's cheeks were slightly red, her little head shrank down, and her fingers poked at each other: ”is it marriage?”
”No... little marriage... Listen to me, actually... I already have other girls I like...”
”What did you say...?”
”I said...”
”Boom!”
Without waiting for Jiang Lin to repeat, in the courtyard, boxing Gang is very prosperous!
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Confucian leisure dream.
”Zhen Xian, I ask you, what are the three precepts of a gentleman?”
In a plane of the Wutong academy, a young man of green clothes asked seriously.
”Mr. Hui, the gentleman has three precepts: when he is young, his blood and Qi are uncertain, and the precepts are in color; It is strong and vigorous, and it is forbidden to fight; It's also very old. Since blood and gas are weak, it's important to quit. ”
”That's a good answer! Let me ask you! In addition to ”his old self”, the other two precepts! Which one do you abide by? ”
The old man's voice is like thunder, hitting people's hearts.
Zhen Xian bows and salutes. He hasn't got up for a long time.
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Set hail fan Beibei dream.
”Monk... Where are you... Monk... Monk!”
In the dream, fan Beibei kept shouting, and her heart was very anxious.
When she saw the figure of the monk, her eyes cleared up and ran over happily.
But in the end, he entered the Buddhist temple, but the temple door was closed to her.
”Monk! Open the door! Monk! ”
Fan Beibei kept knocking on the temple door, but the temple door stood there motionless. In the Buddhist temple, the sound of chanting scriptures continued.
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Buddhist Jingming dream.
”Master...”
”Jingming... How about the martial arts competition of the ethereal sect?”
”Wutong Prefecture, a galaxy of talents, is a master of the imperial school. The disciples knew that they had done nothing to improve their discipline, and later they would study hard and practice Buddhism.
”Are you impressed by the zongmen martial arts competition?”
”Impressive things...”
Jingming lowers her head. In her mind, she can't help but emerge in the cave. Under the fire, her cheeks are slightly red. She keeps throwing snowballs at herself and stuffing snow into her collar
”Alas... Chant...”
”Yes... Master...”
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Two little white foxes dream.
”Master... We will practice well. Don't abandon us... Master...”
”Wow... Master, don't go... Master...”
Bai mengbai squatted on the ground in the fog and watched his master go farther and farther. He couldn't help crying.
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White spirit dream.
”Master!”
In front of the palace, Bai Ling knelt down on one knee.
On the throne, she dropped a dagger and said calmly, ”you, go and kill him.”
”He? The master means... ”
Before Bai Ling's words, the man who once tied himself was thrown in front of him, like fish on the chopping board.
”Yes... Master...”
Bai Ling picked up the dagger on the ground, held it in both hands and inserted it into his chest.
But the dagger was less than an inch from his chest, and Bai Ling hovered his arm.
She found herself unable to plug in.
”What's the matter?”
”Master... I...”
”Can't you kill him?”
”Master...”
”Don't you hate him? Why not start? ”
The master's words kept around the girl, and her hands were shaking.
What's rare is that her sister Bai Qiao is having the same dream as her sister
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Bai Jiuyi dreams.
”Jiu Yi... Why did you lie to me...”
In the dream, he walked towards Bai Jiuyi step by step with a long sword.