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Chapter 148

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    Seeing Luo Jiujiang soaring into the sky on a black flood dragon, Han Qianling's eyes became darker and darker.

    "You're right." He said suddenly, but Feng Xue was taken aback.  Feng Xue turned her head to look at him, and then heard Han Qianling whisper: "When I want the Three Thousand Realms to command me like an arm, I should have considered the moon."

    Feng Xue: ""

    no!  She was just joking, she didn't really mean it!

    Longevity, evil, the moon is about to be captured!

    At this time, Feng Xue was all thinking about finding Xiao Ren, and didn't want to spend too much time grinding her teeth with Han Qianling. She tiptoed to the sky for a few glances, but she couldn't help telling: "After all, it's drunk driving, although there is no traffic police  Points will be deducted for blocking the road, but it will be bad if you hit Yunyunniaoniao why don't you try to block it?"

    "Speaking of which, why would Jiujiang suddenly want to pick the moon?"

    Han Qianling remained calm, and only said quietly: "I think it's black who is close to the ink."

    Feng Xue, who had just been gifted with the first four characters, looked up at the genuine ink scales of the black flood dragon: ""

    These words are too meaningful, Feng Xue really can't continue.  She waved her hand as a farewell, hurriedly stepped forward, and chased in the direction marked by Xiao Ren.

    Before she left, she looked back, and saw that people all over the camp were startled by the noise just now, and they got out of the tent one after another.  Everyone raised their heads in unison to look at one person and one dragon in the sky, everyone had a look of horror on their faces, and looked like a row of big radishes from a certain angle.

    Feng Xue: ""

    But at this moment, one person and one dragon floating in the mid-air and becoming the focus of the entire camp didn't notice it.

    Luo Jiujiang had only hugged the scales of Qianling in the past. At that time, he only felt that it was very cold, and it was difficult to warm him up for a long time, which made him feel distressed for a long time.  Now that he was on the back of the black flood dragon, although the temperature under his palm was cool and cool, his thoughts were different.

    ¡ª¡ªIn the past, Han Qianling would hug him quietly, and the two of them never went for a ride together. Now, by coincidence, Luo Jiujiang found a strange beast like the Dragon Flood Dragon when he rode on the Black Flood Dragon.  The back is really not suitable for carrying.

    There is nothing else, but the scales are too slippery.

    Luo Jiujiang was just in a daze and lost his mind. He loosened his strength a little, and then slipped along the smooth scales to the middle of the black dragon's back in the blink of an eye.  Just when the black dragon was turning its head to look for Luo Jiujiang's trace, the long dragon suddenly stopped and turned, and immediately threw Luo Jiujiang onto the tip of his tail.

    Luo Jiujiang: ""

    Luo Jiujiang, who had changed locations twice in just a blink of an eye, was drowsy. He dragged the tip of the black dragon's tail with both arms, and the whole person was dangling under the black dragon.  Fortunately, he has been practicing for many years, and his muscle memory has become instinctive, so he subconsciously grabbed Shen Yuan's tail and exerted strength, turned over a few times and climbed back onto Shen Yuan's back.

    Guangyu Niang not only has a menacing alcoholic power, but just three cups made this person forget about it, and went to the sky to pick the moon with a smile and dizziness, but also has a long alcoholic power, and the bursts are stronger than the waves.

    Shen Yuan could no longer fly in a straight line in the sky.  If he remembered to look for Luo Jiujiang who suddenly disappeared on his back just a moment ago, I'm afraid he can't remember Luo Jiujiang's appearance now.  Anyway, the sky is like a curtain for him to sway, let alone worry about whether he will hit the stars and the moon.

    Everyone in the camp saw Shen Yuan stretching his body, sometimes the dragon wagging its tail, and sometimes tangled up; rushing up and down has become commonplace, and rampant sweeping is not a repertoire.  As the black flood dragon danced with great momentum, a small, inconspicuous black-clothed shadow on its back was also bouncing like popping candy.

    The moonlight is clear at night in the Holy Land, and the sky is stretched. However, seeing Shen Yuan and Luo Jiujiang, who are drunk and crazy, the whole sky will not be able to hold it.

    If Luo Jiujiang knew the nature of Guangyu Niang's wine, he might have stolen another bottle in the wine cellar.  It must be known that Guangyu's brewed wine has a mild and dry taste, and those who drink it will inevitably lose their alcoholism.  However, the alcohol becomes more and more anxious, just like drinking hot water after eating chili. The combination of the two forms a vicious circle of getting more and more drunk.

    Just because Shen Yuan turned his head suddenly once, his drunkenness went up to a higher level. At this time, he didn't know what night it was at all, and Luo Jiujiang was bumped from the head to the tail several times, and the situation was not too much.

    Seeing that Shen Yuan was flying more fiercely than the dragon dance team in the world, Luo Jiujiang turned somersaults on the violently shaking dragon's back. Although he didn't have a knife in his hand, he still had a stick in his heart, so it didn't prevent him from waving the air around.  Fly.

    "Me! Monkey!" Luo Jiujiang shouted happily: "Finding the moon in the water!"

    Han Qianling: "" This is really self-aware.

    &nbsHe laughed, but it seemed that he was too slow to understand what Han Qianling meant.

    Drunk people always think of it as soon as they come out. When Luo Jiujiang shook his head, the tip of his hair swept a strand of Han Qianling's hair that was on his shoulders.  He stared blankly at the strand of hair mixed with a little blue color, and then called out suddenly: "Qianling."

    "I am here?"

    "Iwhere is the red-headed rope I gave Qianling?"

    Han Qianling: ""

    "I, I pulled two feet of red-headed rope and tied it all up for Qianling"

    "It happened when I was five or six years old. It's so far away. Why are you still thinking about it?" Han Qianling put his lips against Luo Jiujiang's ear, gritted his teeth halfway, and said in a voice that couldn't be said to be funny or angry, "You just remember that you stabbed me  Is your head full of red water chestnuts? I can¡¯t remember that time I stayed up all night, just waited for you to fall asleep, and turned into the window to return your green head?¡±

    Luo Jiujiang looked at Han Qianling, his eyes were a little straight, but not completely distracted.  He insisted: "I want to tie Qianling's hair."

    Han Qianling: ""

    Once Luo Jiujiang became stubborn, Han Qianling really couldn't refuse his second sentence.  He half-supported and half-hugged Luo Jiujiang, led him to a straight and tall cypress tree, and coaxed him softly: "Qianling is here, you braid his hair."

    "There is also a red-headed rope."

    "It's for you too." Han Qianling's voice was so gentle that he seemed to have no principles, but in contrast, he roughly pulled the tail of the black flood dragon not far away, and pulled Shen Yuan over two or three times.  Han Qianling stuffed a section of Jiao's body into Luo Jiujiang's arms, and reminded him, "Fix it."

    Luo Jiujiang glanced down in a daze, then raised his eyes innocently: "it's black."

    Han Qianling agreed with him without changing his face: "Qianling likes black."

    "Oh." Luo Jiujiang nodded, and slowly circled the black flood dragon, which had been unconscious for a long time, around the tree trunk.  After two or three laps, he murmured to himself, "Tie a wishful knot for Qianling"

    "Qianling doesn't like wishful knots." Han Qianling's tone was extremely gentle, "Qianling likes bow ties, which are simple and beautiful, so just call him like that."

    Luo Jiujiang may not be so drunk that he completely lost his senses, he looked back in a daze, and asked suspiciously: "Qianling really likes bows?"

    "Really." Han Qianling said without changing his face: "I really like it."

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