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COM Tanluo sat behind him, recalling that Xiaogu once said that anyone who had seen the blue eyes of the witch fairy would be plagued by bad luck.

Alas, this is true. She is the one who lost her virginity in a confused manner. But thinking about the jar of cherry wine is very suspicious. Could it be that this witch fairy had planned it?

"Xian'er, by the way, the jar of old wine in your house is specially prepared for me?"

Yan Bo glanced at her, showed a depressed expression again, and explained: "I brewed that jar of Hehuan wine for someone ten years ago. I was about to take advantage of this time to go out of the valley and send it together, but unexpectedly I was ruined by you."

"What is waste? My mom's skill in brewing wine has reached its peak. I don't appreciate it if you give me kind advice. I will wait for a few jars next time and I will stop drunk with you!"

"Don't, you'd better stop drinking it." He wanted to say something. God knew that a woman asked for excessive demands after getting drunk. He knew the amount of the jar of wine. In the final analysis, it was her own reasons that accounted for the majority.

Poor that he was tortured until dawn, and then he drank three bowls of Ten-to-Da Tonic Soup and finally recovered. He said it, how could he have face?

Tanluo looked at his constipated expression and did not dare to say anything more. At this moment, she was swaying in the air. She was holding her braid in someone else's hands. It would be no benefit to her if she disobeyed him.

"It's here, right below." She signaled Yan Bo to control the paper crane to come there.

After Tanluo found the old man, he explained the story to him briefly, and emphasized that he was coming to pick him up from the valley.

"Thank you girl, thank you fairy." He thanked him again and summoned Wangcai again.

So the paper crane flew up to the sky again with four people and one dog.

After leaving the Valley of Death, Yan Bo told Tanluo that his paper crane could only fly in the area of ​​Kunlun Ruins, and if he wanted to rush back to Chang'an, he would have to hire a carriage.

After sending the old man back to his former residence, Tanluo and his party hurriedly said goodbye. She thought Mo Qianxuan should have searched for him, so she planned to meet with him next.

After she pointed out the route to Yan Bo, within a moment, they came outside the yurt and saw a strong man walking towards him, not Aren who had not seen for many days.

"Aren, do you know where Qian Xuan is?" She jumped off the paper crane and stepped forward to stop the other party.

The man happened to be halfway through and was suddenly frightened by a figure that appeared out of thin air. He raised his eyes and looked at the girl carefully. After being surprised, he showed joy: "Miss Tanluo, where have you been here these days? Let's have a meal to find!"

He looked at the other person carefully, and his sharpened chin seemed to have lost a lot of weight. He must have suffered a lot when he was alone.

Aren turned his eyes and looked at the strange man standing beside Tanluo, with a stunning look in his eyes. On the plateau, he had never seen such a handsome man. Even if he covered his face, it would not hinder his fairy-like appearance.

"Who is this?"

"Aren, this is the maroon witch fairy I am looking for." Tan Luo smiled with a smile on her eyes. In order to find this witch fairy, it was difficult to find her thousands of miles away.

"So this is the rumored witch fairy!" He was amazed and couldn't help but look at the other party a few more times. It was indeed like a banished immortal descending to earth.

Tanluo looked at the yurt not far away, and saw that 6 Xu's ethnic minority walked out, looking at this side curiously. She asked again: "Why don't you see that boy Qianxuan? Where did he go?"

"Since the girl disappeared, Mo Qianxuan searched Kunlun Ruins day and night, until yesterday, he suddenly said he wanted to go back to Chang'an to report his life."

In this way, Mo Qianxuan has set off for the Weiyang Palace.

Tanluo immediately bought horses and vehicles from Aren and planned to return to Kyoto immediately.

On the carriage, Xiaogu, who was still young, was extremely excited at the scenery outside the window. He looked around with big watery eyes and asked this and that. When the freshness passed, he lay in the bumpy carriage and fell asleep gradually.

Yan Bo put Xiaogu in his arms opposite Rukan. When he looked sideways, Tan Luo was also confused with his eyes. While his eyelids were trembling, his body was tilted. The corners of his lips were slightly bent, and he raised his arms to wrap around the girl's slender shoulders, allowing her to fall into his arms.

In order to make her sleep more comfortable, Yan Bo bent down slightly, letting the girl's cheeks rest on his shoulder.

Perhaps the angle is appropriate, the girl's little hand is placed on the man's chest, like a kitten's claws scratching his heart, and the long eyelashes like butterfly wings cast fan-shaped shadows on his face, and he slept very sweetly.

This feeling of trusting her deeply pleased Yan Bo. In the past, I always felt that the road was too long, but now I have her company, I just regret that time is fleeting.

He gently hugged the sleeping girl, whose eyes were strange and erect, with shallow sorrow. His facial features were so upright that he could not be picked, with delicate and beautiful outlines, and his eyes were flowing. Under the faint shadow was a noble and melancholy temperament, which was natural, like a quiet orchid blooming at the bottom of the valley.

The carriage flew in the Gobi Desert. Tanluo woke up slowly and faced her gentle eyebrows and eyes. She murmured softly with the hoarseness that was unique when she first woke up: "Xian'er, why don't you sleep?"

Yan Bo looked at the girl's sleepy expression, as if he saw his beloved woman sleeping beside his pillow every morning. He smiled at him and said to him.

He held the girl's face, leaned on her forehead and kissed her gently, with a little warmth and a soft laugh, "I really want to just look at you like this, never close your eyes."

The man's smile was half helpless and half doting, different from Chen Fangjin's unfathomableness, different from Su Ran's domineering and evil charm, different from Bai Ze's right and wrong, and even more different from the prince's cunning plot. His smile was as pure as the clearest clear spring on the top of the Tianshan Mountains, with the magic power to cleanse the soul.

If he ignores his invasion of himself, she even suspects that this fearful Lone Star of Tiansha is actually a banished immortal who fell into the world.

How can such a man who seems unattainable but is actually as humble as dust, make her resent.

"There is an inn in front, why don't you go there to stay tonight?" Tanluo pointed to the inn where he stayed with Mo Qianxuan last time.

"Okay, it's not too rush to travel a long road." He smiled and nodded.

Due to Yan Bo's special physique, they had to change a coachman every two days to continue their journey.

A month later, the carriage finally drove into the Kyoto Gate, walked along the bluestone road through the ancient streets and alleys, and finally arrived at the Beicang, Mo Mei, located in the suburbs.

Chang'an is late autumn, with the white moon reflected in the cold pond and the autumn rain on the white rain.

In the village, Mo Qianxuan and his sister knelt on one knee in the hall, not daring to look forward like a man seeking life as a Shura.

"You mean, that woman disappeared in Kunlun Ruins?"

"It was because of my subordinates' dereliction of duty. At that time, five hundred killers were sent to patrol the mountain. It was indeed... nowhere to be seen..." Mo Qianxuan was on his back, and he didn't dare to breathe.

"Mo Qianxuan, you have been in Weiyang Palace for ten years, so I will leave you with a complete corpse." Mo Mei threw out a "throat sealed by blood" and frowned under the ghost's face.

"Prince Palace Master, this matter has nothing to do with my brother. It is clearly the woman who left privately. My brother is working hard for you. How could the Palace Master be so heartless!" Mo Qianran's cold face was filled with tears, and he accused and shouted word by word.

"Rebroken?" Mo Mei snorted coldly, "Where does love come from without heart? Mo Qianxuan, I don't want to repeat what I said again!"

"Subordinate... obey his orders." He grabbed the pill and lowered his eyes to his sister's sad face.

Mo Mei looked at the man firmly, and her eyes could not tell her happiness or anger. The rules of Weiyang Palace were unbreakable, so for him, this was the case.

When Mo Qianxuan stuffed the "throat of blood" into his mouth, just at this moment, a shocking and deafening exclaim came from outside the door: "People are left behind!"

"Cough cough--" Mo Qianxuan pinched his throat tightly, his eyes red. He turned his head and looked out the door and flew over. His skirt was like a girl flying immortal from the sky. Are you sure it wasn't intentional?

I won’t shout early or late, but I won’t shout until he swallowed the poison!

The demon then turned around, the morning light was dim and the morning mist was filled with the morning mist. The girl came in the wind, full of light skirt sleeves, and plain green hair three thousand plain hairs on the hairpin of the falling moon. Her eyebrows were faintly frowned, like a shimmering glow, which could not be described by the ink and ink.

"Anti-drug!" Tanluo hurriedly rushed towards Mo Qianxuan, and reached out to find the demon beauty to ask for the antidote.

The soothing face under the Magic Magma's mask tensed again, and Buyan took out the antidote and threw it to Mo Qianxuan.

"Thank you, the Palace Master!" Mo Qianxuan raised his head and took it. Finally, he looked at the other person with an inquiring look.

Before he could ask, Mo Mei suddenly spoke: "Woman, if you forgot the promise you made before and want to leave, I don't mind leaving the prince's body!"

"Dare you, am I back? This one is the maroon witch fairy I am looking for." Tan Luo looked back and waved to Yan Bo to enter the palace.

The witch fairy walked slowly in with a veil and hat, and was covered in dust along the way, but it did not hinder his elegant appearance.

Tanluo looked at Mo Mei, and then Yan Bo. It turns out that both of them have quirks and love to cover up their faces.

Yan Bo entered the hall and his eyes fell on Sui Zhimo Mei. It seemed that he had seen this man?

While Yan Bo looked at Mo Mei, Mo Mei also glanced at the shadowy face under the veil. The man had an indescribable hatred since he entered the house, especially his body full of evil spirits, which made him feel even more suffocated and uncomfortable.

"Are you the witch fairy in the woven clothes born with green eyes?" He spoke coldly, his fingers inadvertently stroked the soft sword, maintaining a defensive posture.

"That's right." Yan Bo just responded softly, turning a blind eye to the precautions of the Weiyang Palace Lord.

"Can you save the prince?" He questioned that this man is both good and evil, and it is unpredictable.

"I can only give it a try." Yan Boyun smiled lightly.

The two men met for the first time, but they were as strong as water and fire. After Mo Qian Xuanyi combed the meridians, he looked at the legendary Wuxian. He was stunned. Why is it him?

"Dare you ask the Witch Fairy to have a woman in the lower house?" Mo Qianxuan asked suddenly and turned to Yan Bo. Over the years, a mysterious man has always kept in touch with him and exchanged poison for a woman's whereabouts. It turned out that Qianli was seeking medical treatment, and he had seen that person long ago.

"That's right, as for that woman, I've found it." Yan Bo smiled faintly, unable to see his expression under the hat.
Chapter completed!