Qin Dynasty snare people

It took an unexpected amount of time for the Jing Salamander to help him open up the eight extraordinary meridians, plus he adjusted his breath and meditated, and it took a full two hours.

The sky outside the house was getting dark, and the sun was setting in the west, leaving only a ray of the setting sun fascinating the earth.

At this moment, Luo Yan was leaning on the door frame, admiring the graceful figure of Jing Salamander. At the same time, he was thinking about an important question in his mind. When could he pat Jing Salamander's butt openly and say: The sky is not bright. It's early, go warm the bed for me.

Jing salamander was taking care of Xiao Yan'er. He seemed to notice Luo Yan's solemn gaze and pensive expression. He hesitated for a moment and softly comforted him: You don't have to worry too much about artistic conception. It's not about thinking, it's about feeling. Depend on enlightenment.”

Others can't help in this regard. Maybe Luo Yan will understand the reason for drawing the sword in the next moment.

Luo Yan came to his senses slightly. It wasn't that he liked to be distracted, but that the Frightened Salamander was too tempting.

After hearing this, I thought about it.

Luo Yan asked: How did you realize the sword's intention? Under what circumstances did you realize the sword's intention?

He hoped to get some inspiration from the Salamander.

According to Jing Salamander, the strength of a swordsman who understands the meaning of the sword will soar to a new level.

in other words.

It's no big deal if a person who has not understood the sword's intention fights with a person who has understood the sword's intention.

Because those who understand the sword intention can use the sword intention to influence the power of the surrounding heaven and earth, and add sword moves to instantly increase their own strength to a higher level. Although it is very draining on the mind during this period, during this period, the opponent can easily kill one or even several countless people in an instant. Someone who knows how to use a sword.

To put it simply, during this period, the opponent will have BUFF.

The kind that is blessed by heaven and earth.

The deeper the artistic conception goes, the greater the impact on the power of the surrounding heaven and earth. It can even directly change the surrounding scene. The artistic conception alone can create illusions and oppress the enemy.

Simply outrageous.

Obviously the destructive power is not so strong as to burn mountains and boil seas, but it gives Luo Yan the feeling that it is slowly moving towards fantasy.

The word spiritual energy of heaven and earth is really wonderful.

I?

Hearing this, Jing Salamang blinked his cold eyes slightly, recalled what happened a long time ago, and said softly: When I was practicing swordsmanship, I understood it as I practiced.

Me Ni. . . As expected of my mother-in-law, she is amazing and extremely talented.

Luo Yan wanted to swear, but fortunately he remembered that he was a scholar and held it back. Looking at the beautiful Jing Salamander with excellent temperament, he instantly changed his mind.

What's your reason for drawing the sword?

Luo Yan was curious.

I don't want to die, I want to live.

Jingyu was silent for a while after hearing this, then gently slid his fingers across his daughter's cheek, feeling the warmth, and said in a calm voice.

Very calm words, but full of cruelty and bloodshed.

The Tianzi level of the Jing Salamander was killed.

The number of people who died on this road is definitely not a small number.

Luo Yan took a breath, and all the distracting thoughts in his heart disappeared. He looked at the calm and gentle Jing Salamander, and after a moment of silence, he said slowly: Everything will be fine in the future.

In the past, Luo Yan was very good at coaxing girls and had a sweet mouth.

He coaxes and deceives, his technique is good.

But this time.

Luo Yan felt that his mouth was a bit clumsy. Facing Jing Salamander, he couldn't say some inappropriate things.

He also knew that Salamander didn't need comfort.

Yeah~

Jing Salamander nodded slightly and responded softly, but the solemnity between his brows never dissipated, as if he had already integrated into her life.

. . . . . . . .

I miss the police uncle.

It was already dark when Luo Yan walked out of the house. After preparing dinner for Jing Salamander, he went to Zilanxuan, thinking in his mind as he walked.

There has never been a moment when I missed my world so much.

This troubled world is too cruel, and human lives are like grass. Although I understand, although I understand, although I understand, it is really difficult to get used to it.

I really long for peace in my heart.

A journey of melancholy recollection and reflection.

Men are always so sentimental at night.

Just like this, he walked to Zilanxuan with random thoughts. This time, there was no detour, it was direct, so the speed was very fast, and there was no need to worry about Jing Salamander coming to block the door. Who knew that he had already had a showdown with Jing Salamander, and it was fair and square. Come to whore on orders. . . No, it’s for socializing.

The lights are bright, the environment is elegant and clean, and the air is filled with the fragrance of women's rouge.

Guest~

Not long after Luo Yan walked into Zilanxuan, Qingqing, who entertained him yesterday, took small steps, twisted her waist, and greeted him charmingly.

It seemed that he had deliberately squatted there to wait for him to come.

I haven't fed you yet yesterday.

Luo Yan hugged Qingqing skillfully, gently slid his palms down, pinched her buttocks, and teased with a smirk on his lips.

If you come to this place and still pretend to be a serious person, then this kind of person is either a fool or has a very serious mind.

Yeah, how good are you~

Qingqing was in pain and there seemed to be tears in her eyes. She pushed Luo Yan coquettishly and refused to obey.

How bad is it? If you can't give me a reason today, I won't let you go.

Luo Yan joked with a smile on his face.

Young Master didn't give you any money yesterday, but the boss lady was angry~

Qingqing rolled her eyes at Luo Yan charmingly and hummed. In fact, she was quite surprised that Luo Yan really didn't pay him yesterday.

In all the years since Zilanxuan has been open, this is the first time someone has walked out without paying.

And he came back the next day alive and kicking.

The most interesting thing is.

Neither the landlady nor the man behind Zilanxuan did anything and let this happen.

It's not like I won't come. I'm not sure you, the landlady, will all be mine from now on. Why do you know so well about your own people?

Luo Yan hugged the gentle waist and spoke domineeringly.

Young Master, I'd better leave these words to the landlady.

Qingqing covered her mouth and chuckled, looking at Luo Yan with a smile in her eyes and a hint of expectation at the same time.

Luo Yan wants the landlady, and he also wants Zilanxuan.

What does this make the big boss of Zilanxuan think?

now.

Wei Zhuang, the big boss behind Zilanxuan, was standing at the window with full style, facing the Xinzheng night, with his hands folded behind him, his waist straight, his temperament cold and arrogant, showing a bit of unruliness, facing Zi behind him The woman said coldly: That guy is here!

kindness?!

Zi Nu was sitting on her knees in front of the table, peeling oranges. Upon hearing this, her mature and charming eyes blinked slightly and looked at Wei Zhuang, who had his back turned to her.

I understand that Wei Zhuang saw the guy from the window.

Wei Zhuang was standing at the window not to show off in front of Zi Nu. He was mainly waiting to see who was coming tonight and whether there was anyone who needed his attention.

Tonight Wei Zhuang's target is obviously Luo Yan, that guy named Luo Zhengchun.

Do you want to see him?

Zinu put the orange down gently, exerted a little force on her waist and calves, stood up slowly, looked at Wei Zhuang, and asked.

It's not necessary yet.

Wei Zhuang slowly turned around, looked at Zi Nu, and said slowly: He didn't surprise me enough.

Okay~

Zi Nu nodded slightly, responded softly, and walked out of the room.

As the sliding door slowly closed, Wei Zhuang turned around again and stood in front of the window. Facing the howling cold wind, he still needed to continue to wait and see who would come tonight. . . .