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Chapter 12 Daoist, your sugar is gone (twelve)

The visitor looked at the young man who was in a deep sleep, sighed and said, "Xingchen, Bai Xueguan sent me a message today and summoned me to return to the master's sect quickly."

"Really, Xingchen, you must have onions in your room. My eyes are red. There is no banquet that will last forever."

"Today's farewell, the world is so big. I wonder if I will meet again. Xingchen, I will be destined to be together in the future... Let's see you again." Song Zichen looked at the boy on the bed with complicated eyes, as if he was talking to himself.

After saying that, Song Zichen walked to the door gently with relief and closed it, as if no one had ever come.

After Song Zichen left, Shen Mobai quickly opened his eyes and looked at the top of the bed with a contemplative look on his face.

It’s not that the house has onions, but that the memories cannot be recognized again, because the love is deep and unbearable, and the giant ship of friendship will continue to travel in the Pacific Ocean forever.

She is the only one left again. Song Zichen, today, I don’t know when we will meet each other. If we can’t meet each other, I would rather never meet each other, and if we can’t accompany each other, I would rather never meet each other.

Whether the road ahead is happy or sad, sad or happy, it depends on her alone.

Although, she is not Xiao Xingchen.

But she would bring Xiao Xingchen's part and cheer for her Shen Mobai's part, really.

Finally left, wow, kawa, she could finally let herself go without having to talk nonsense, which made her lie and not draft.

My face doesn't blush, my heart doesn't beat.

She really can't stand herself sometimes when she pretends to be a ghost, the Virgin White Lotus Green Tea, let alone others, if she has friends, this would be like this.

Sorry, she had already slapped the wind and slapped her face directly, but her hands should hurt quite a bit.

But by the way, she seemed to have forgotten something particularly important, what is it?!

Oh, yes, yes, right, sleep, sleep beauty sleep, and make up for sleep.

When Brother Song Zichen sees her again, he must be ashamed of her own peerless beauty. Nothing can be missed.

Shen Mobai has three things a day: eating, sleeping, and being crazy about flowers.

...

He was wearing night clothes and wearing a sword around his waist. He looked at the young man above and said, "Master, the Chang family and all its affiliated branches and enterprises have been wiped out."

If you cut the grass without eradicating the roots, it will grow again when the spring breeze blows. Be kind to the enemy is cruel to yourself, and there will be something hateful about the pitiful person.

"Well, how did you do what I asked you to do?" Xue Chengmei nodded slightly.

"Return to Master, I asked Bai Xueguan to summon Song Zichen back urgently. Song Zichen heard that he was already on the way back to the master's sect." Tingfeng had no expression on his face, but just a mechanical reply.

Just wait for Song Zichen to return to the master's sect and catch him.

Xue Chengmei said nothing, her eyes were a little complicated, and she was silent for a moment: "Don't kill someone, it's enough to dig up his eyes."

Song Zichen was the Taoist priest's good friend, but despite this, he was meddling in other people's business and was eventually punished accordingly.

Hearing the news, he looked at the young man in surprise and said, "But, if you don't kill the weeds..."

If you are not cruel enough, how can you be matched with fighting on the battlefield and guarding the country like a picture? This is what the master taught him.

"Enough, you go down first. I'll talk about this later." Xue Chengmei waved her hand and signaled to Tingfeng to go down.
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