Chapter 143 (1/2)

Chen xinglie is not afraid of things.

But at this time, he is also a little worried. If a lie is exposed, it needs more lies to make up for

A headache!

Is it necessary to kill people and kill people and kill them in pain?

How can this be done?

Chen xinglie has a big head.

”Chen Lang.”

Zhao Yumeng looked at the ice short sword with a trace of doubt in his tone, and said, ”you show Zhu Er this sword, isn't it meaningful?”

Chen xinglie nodded his head and said, ”the essence of the Dharma formula you cultivate belongs to fire. This cold ice sword is forged by the cold air of xuanming. It's just the Yin and Yang complementary to your cultivation formula. You can take it and realize it for a while.”

”Well, when Zhu Er understands it, I will return it to Chen Lang Zhao Yumeng nodded his head and agreed, but he didn't even say a word of thanks. He just took out a robe from his sleeve and handed it to him. He said, ”Zhu Er has not done much in Qingyun city these days. He sewed a dress for Chen Lang, and I don't know whether it fits or not.”

Zhao Yumeng's face was crimson.

Women sew clothes for men. Generally, there are only two situations. The first is that the mother makes clothes for her son, and the second is that the wife makes clothes for her husband.

Because of this, Zhao Yumeng would blush.

It is precisely because of this mentality, Zhao Yumeng will be happy to accept the ice dagger.

”Good!”

Chen xinglie collected his clothes, raised his hand, touched the green silk like the waterfall of Zhao Yumeng, and said, ”I'm going to the imperial capital of Dali. It's not far from tushanzong. Do you want Zhu Er to go with me all the way?”

Zhao Yumeng looked at the white crane flying car parked in the distance, and then looked at Li Qinglian and the two brothers of heroes and heroines who were guarding beside the flying car. He asked quietly, ”will they follow Chen Lang along the way?”

Chen xinglie nodded.

Zhao Yumeng said in a quiet tone: ”after watching Chen Lang's sword today, zhu'er has realized that he is in urgent need of meditation, which is not suitable for a lively scene. These days, zhu'er wants to stay here and understand martial arts first, and then return to Tushan sect after a period of time. ”

Zhao Yumeng will not refuse if he is a lonely man and few girls.

But now, Li Qinglian follows the heroes all the way, Zhao Yumeng is not happy.

Oh.

Woman!

Chen xinglie chuckled indifferently and said, ”I'll go first.”

Zhao Yumeng nodded his head.

Chen xinglie turned back to the white crane flying car, free and easy.

Oh!

There was a crane.

The flying car soars into the air and goes straight to the icy sword road. Along the straight sword front road, it faces the East sky and goes at a gallop.

In the twilight, Qingyun city in the rear is gradually blurred.

The style of the flying car is similar to that of the carriage, but the decoration is much more gorgeous. It is made of precious wood and is carved with exquisite patterns. Although it flies rapidly, it is in a stable and stable manner without a trace of swaying.

Such a flying car, in the world of martial arts, is a luxury, the price is more than a thousand gold.

Kowtow

Zhen Yingxiong knocked on the door frame of the flying car in front of him. Respectfully and politely, he lifted the curtain of the car, bowed himself into the carriage, took out a small table, put on the hot pot, all kinds of food and wine, and said, ”Sir, please enjoy yourself.”

Outside the bus, the sky is full of stars.

A crescent moon is on the horizon.

Chen xinglie raised his head to look at the moon. As soon as he bowed his head, he felt some feelings. He sighed: ”the moon is the brightness of my hometown...”

Can we go back?