Chapter 1197 (1/2)
”The voice of his voice,” returned Ning Ning, recalling the voice of the man, learning to speak to Yu Xiao, ”Princess highness.”
Yu Xiaoxiao... She seems to have heard this way of speaking somewhere.
GUI Ning said, ”isn't it strange to talk like this?”
”Where have I heard of it,” said Yu Xiaoxiao, frowning.
GUI Ning said, ”then think about it. Where have you heard of it?”
Yu Xiaoxiao quickly turned his head and melon seeds. Finally, he clenched his right hand into a fist, knocked in the palm of his left hand and said, ”I remember. That's how my little Gu talked when he was crazy!”
Guining opened his mouth wide.
”This man knows about human Gu,” Yu Xiaoxiao analyzed to Gui Ning. ”If you talk like my little Gu again, there will be only one truth.”
GUI Ning said, ”what is the truth?”
”That thing is also a personal poison,” said Yu's little novel. ”As the great witch said, isn't there a man who ruined the previous dynasty?”
Guining's mouth trembled like a wind and ruined the previous dynasty. How old is this man this year（ Can you think of something useful at this time
”Don't ask me to go away,” Yu Xiaoxiao continued to think. ”He left my little Gu. This man regarded my little Gu as a similar kind. What do you think?” Yu Xiaoxiao asked guining.
Guining said, ”they are all human insects. They are the same kind. Ah, no, is Xinglang a human?”
”Ah,” said Yu's little novel, ”it seems that people and insects are not like each other.”
GUI Ning said, ”can you listen to me?”
”My little Gu came to Yongsheng temple and found his ancestors?” Jade whispered.
Guining, can you listen to someone?!
”Gui'e Lin, is that the name?” Yu Xiaoxiao looked at GUI Ning and asked.
GUI Ning said, ”yes.”
”Tell me the route from you to gui'e forest,” said Yu Xiaoxiao. She rolled her legs and sat on the bed.
Guining looked at Yu Xiaoxiao who was sitting in a quilt with himself. His face seemed to be hot again.
”Don't tell me you don't know,” said Yu Xiaoxiao when she saw GUI Ning blushing again. ”As an artist, you can't have a bad memory!”
Guining was too small to think about anything else and said, ”can't you let me think about it?”
”Emma,” said Yu's little novel, ”do you want to think about going straight or turning left and right?”
Guining stared.