Chapter 11
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Xue Meng is the young master of the top of the dead. After all, he is actually the cousin of the ink. Xue Meng was a young man and was a genius, known as "Heaven's Pride" and "Phoenixer". The average person builds the foundation for three years, and it takes at least ten years to cultivate the spiritual core. Xue Meng is talented and intelligent. From the entry to the spiritual core, it took only five years before and after, which made his parents happy and praised from all directions.
But in the eyes of Mo Ran, whether he is a phoenix or a jī, a peacock or a duck, it is a bird anyway. The difference between long hair and short hair.
So the ink burned to see Xue Meng: bird stuff.
Xue Meng looked at the ink burning: dog things.
Perhaps it is a family inheritance, and the talent of ink burning is also very amazing, and it can even be said that it is even more amazing than Xue Meng.
When the ink burned, Xue Meng felt that he was very noble and glamorous, well-cultivated, knowledgeable, kung fu qiáng, handsome, and he didn't know a few big characters like his cousin.
So the narcissistic phoenix hummed and commanded the entourage and said to them: "Listen, Mo Ran, this person is idle, ignorant and ignorant. He is an out-and-out gangster in the market. He, treat this man like a dog."
The entourage flattered: "What the young master said is that the ink burn is already fourteen years old, and he has only begun to cultivate immortals. I think it will take him at least ten years to build a foundation and twenty years to form a spirit. Nuclear. By then, our young master will have risen through the calamity, and he can only watch from the ground."
Xue Meng sneered proudly: "Twenty years? Well, I see his waste appearance, and he can't repair the spiritual core in this life."
Unexpectedly, the trash has been learning with the master for a year, and he has become a spiritual core.
Fenghuang'er felt like she was struck by lightning, and felt that she had been slapped in the face, and she couldn't swallow this bad breath.
So he secretly stabbed his villain, cursed Yujian's feet to slip, and cursed his tongue to knot.
Every time I see the ink burning, Xue Meng's little phoenix has to persevere in rewarding the two big-eyed Ren'er, and the sound of humming in the nose can be heard three miles away.
Mo Ran thinks of these childhood memories, and can't help squinting. He has not enjoyed such human fireworks for a long time. After ten years of loneliness, even the things that he hated in those days are now chewing and crunchy, and the fragrance is very good. .
When the teacher saw Xue Meng, he immediately dismounted, took off the black gauze hat, and revealed a stunning face.
It's no wonder that he has to dress like this when he goes out alone, and the ink burns to the side, and he feels that his heart is shaking and he is thinking. Xindao, this person is really a stunning appearance, which is awe-inspiring.
The teacher greeted him: "Young Master."
Xue Meng nodded: "Come back? Has the human bear's affairs been handled properly?"
The teacher smiled and said: "That's right. Thanks to meeting A Ran, it helped me a lot."
Xue Meng's proud eyes were like a sharp wind and a sharp blade. He quickly swept the ink and turned away immediately. He frowned and looked disdainful, as if looking at the ink for a while would dirty his eyes.
"Master, you go back to rest first. Don't hang out with him in the future. This is a sneaky thing to touch the dog. When you are with him, you have to learn badly."
The ink burned and did not show weakness, and laughed: "The teacher doesn't learn from me, can it learn from you? In the evening, he is still well-dressed and fully armed, and he has a tail like a bird, and he is also the pride of the sky... Hahaha, I think it is The proud girl of the sky, right?"
Xue Meng was furious: "The ink burns, you give me your mouth to clean! This is my home! How old are you?"
The ink burned and counted: "I am your cousin, in terms of it, it should be in front of you."
Xue Meng seemed to be splashed with shit, and immediately frowned in disgust, and said sternly: "Who has a cousin like you! Don't put gold on your face, in my eyes, you are just a quagmire. Rolling dog!"
Xue Meng especially likes to scold others as dogs. What kind of dog is born to a dog who is raised by a son of a bitch, and when he touches his lips, he is so skilled. Mo Ran has long been accustomed to this, digging out his ears and not paying attention. However, the teacher was embarrassed to hear it next to him, and whispered a few words. Xue Meng finally snorted from his nostrils and closed his noble beak.
The teacher smiled and asked gently: "Young master is so late, waiting for someone in front of the mountain gate?"
"Otherwise? Do you admire the moon?"
The ink burned and laughed: "I just said how did you clean up so good-looking, it turned out to be waiting for someone to date, hey, who was so unlucky to be missed by you? I sympathize with her, hahahaha."
Xue Meng's face was even darker, and his fingernails could drop three catties of coal. He said harshly: "You!"
"……I?"
"My son is waiting for you, how are you doing?"
Ink burning: "………………………………”
Chapter 5 This seat did not steal
Danxin Hall is brightly lit.
The teacher left first, and Mo Ran followed Xue Meng into the hall in a confused manner. When he saw the scene in the hall, he immediately understood it.
It turned out to be Rong Jiu's second Yizi.
Before he left, he stole some silver taels from him, but he had the guts to find the pinnacle of life and death.
Rong Jiu was snuggled in the arms of a tall man, crying miserably with pear blossoms and rain, when Mo Ran and Xue Meng entered the hall, his cry was raised three tones, it seems that if it wasn't for the man Holding him in his arms, he was afraid that he would pass out foaming at the mouth in court.
On the hall platform, behind the bead curtain, a delicate woman sat there, looking a little bewildered.
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