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- Chapter 711 of the main text of Mo Lin, the sigh of the sword master Zheng Lin continued to "grind his teeth" at the stone gate, although the real appearance he presented was too fierce.
However, Zheng Fan, who is his own father, still understood what his son meant at this time.
There is an invisible bond between biological father and son. Even if your child can't speak, you seem to be able to understand his meaning.
In the same way,
Zheng Fan is not the only one who can see and understand Zheng Lin's performance.
finally,
When the "ancestor worship" was over, Zheng Fan took the princesses and left with their children in their arms.
The last ones were Fan Li, A Ming and Xue San.
The third master murmured in a low voice:
"The lord used to rely on us, and then found a godfather to rely on, and then found a godbrother to rely on. I always feel that when the children grow up, the lord can continue to rely on the children.
In this life, being able to rely clearly and clearly, ouch, is really enviable. "
This is not sarcasm or ridicule, but from the heart.
This luck, this fate, is really against the sky.
But if you think about it carefully, perhaps this is the most powerful part of the Lord.
According to what the Taoist "Burst Bird" said last time,
The Lord is a rootless person, which is not tolerated by the heavens and the earth. When you are weak, some accidents will easily happen and cause you to die early;
It is also thanks to the Lord that he can always rely on the mountains to rely on, otherwise, relying solely on the demon kings themselves, they might not be able to support them in the past few years.
This is called the above policy and countermeasures, let¡¯s see the tricks.
Fan Li nodded,
road:
"Good luck princess."
"Yes, you really can't learn about good fate." The third master twisted his neck, silently took out a handful of military thorns from his arms, and asked, "You said, when we catch auspiciousness, our godson Is it possible to choose my military thorn?"
Grabbing auspiciousness is just a ceremony, a process, with some kind of beautiful meaning;
But for Zheng Lin, it's not just that simple.
As soon as he was born, not to mention His Royal Highness, there were so many devil uncles who had been looking forward to for a long time.
Whether it is the ambition or ambition in the future, or the interests and hobbies in the process of growing up, it cannot be said that it has been arranged, but at least it is already in the stage of hot shooting.
"Why not a pharmacist?" A Ming asked.
The image of a gnome always fits well with a vat of green bubbles, and it does.
"So, I quenched several kinds of poisons on the army thorn." The third master said, put the general thorn on his lips and licked it with his tongue. This poison, if there is no wound and does not enter the blood, there is no problem.
"What are you preparing?" Xue San asked A Ming, "Fine wine or human blood?"
"Wine." A Ming replied.
"Then you are really low-key." The third master commented.
A Ming glanced at Xue San, and said: "I don't believe that the Lord and Siniang will agree to let me put human blood on the table, and for the same reason, I also don't believe that your poisoned military thorn can be placed on it."
The third master quickly came to his senses: "Fuck, you are reckless."
"Ali, what are you preparing for?" A Ming asked.
"Not ready." Fan Li said.
"real?"
"real."
"Why?"
Fan Li scratched his head,
road;
"Because it's late."
tonight,
The Pingxi Palace is decorated with lanterns and festoons, just like daytime.
For the palace that always likes to be quiet, it is really rare to have such a lively scene.
Under the rule of the Wangfu, except for Gongsun Zhi and Gong Wang who were newly appointed to the Nanguan of Xueguan Town, the rest of the senior generals were almost all assembled in Fengxin City to report on their duties.
Dare to do this because of confidence.
If the snow customs is not broken, there will be nothing wrong with the snow field;
As long as Zhennanguan Fancheng is still in hand, Chu State will not be able to make a fuss;
west side,
Unless Ji Laoliu was lowered three times in a row and had to suffocate a tank of lard in one breath, it is absolutely impossible to cut down the feudal clan at this time. The intelligence and human relationship network that Siniang built early on cannot be concealed here.
That's why Pingxi Palace was able to create such a scene where heroes from all walks of life gathered in the Juyi Hall.
&However, when Fan Li walked to the side of the "steamer", he broke open the half-person-high big naan in his hand, took out a very transparent sword from inside, and put it inside.
As for the naan, Fan Li walked out while gnawing on it.
Go to the corner of another yard,
A pretty figure jumped down from the fence and landed on Fan Li's shoulder.
Fan Li reached out to take it, and patted his buttocks. The girl borrowed her strength very familiarly, and sat on his shoulder.
at the same time,
Both hands wrapped around Fan Li's neck very familiarly,
Kicking lightly on Fan Li's chest with his toes,
asked;
"Steal it out?"
"Um."
"Put it in?"
"Um."
"That's good, alas, but I really don't know why my master didn't come in person. Could it be that the Baili sword was deposited by the master himself in the palace, so I'm embarrassed to go and get it back?"
Fan Li shook his head and said:
"He wants face."
In the small courtyard next to the Wangfu.
The Juggernaut stood at the base of the wall,
The duck who was reluctant to go back to the chicken coop stood at the foot of Juggernaut.
There is no doubt that the sword maid is the disciple of the sword master, but the earliest master of the sword maid is Yuan Zhenxing.
The sword master is willing to teach the sword maid everything, but in the sword maid's heart, the first master will always be the second sword of Qianguo.
People who practice swords have a kind of harshness and pursuit of perfection in their hearts.
Therefore, the Juggernaut wanted to take Tian Tian as his apprentice at the beginning. With the body of a soul boy, he can learn everything with half the effort.
But Tiantian refused.
If you refuse it, just refuse it, the Juggernaut has already seen it away.
I can only say that it is a pity. After all, the body of a soul boy is not easy to find. I should be satisfied to have a sword maid by my side who can inherit my mantle.
Then,
Then,
Then that Prince Pingxi, who was always ridiculed by himself about his sons and daughters, really did what is called "Thirty Years in Hedong and Thirty Years in Hexi".
Now, not only a new son and a daughter have been added, but they are all soul boys!
The spirit body of the fire phoenix, even in the place of the Great Chu royal family, is enough to make the royal family go crazy in surprise. The smaller baby boy does not seem to be a spirit body, but if the seal can be hidden from others, how can it be hidden from the Juggernaut? ?
What kind of evil is a child who is about to be sealed upon birth?
The Juggernaut could not help but look into the yard,
Liu Dahu is practicing the knife,
The youngest son was sitting on the crib, playing with a wooden knife, while his elder brother was practicing there, and he was dancing along with him.
Among the toys on the crib, there are a total of seven small wooden swords, but there is only one wooden knife.
The Juggernaut walked over,
Reach out and hug your son,
The son was very close to his father and took the initiative to open his arms to welcome his father's hug.
Without making a sound, the Juggernaut put away the wooden knife;
After holding the baby for a while,
The Juggernaut put the child back in the crib.
The son sat there,
His eyes lingered once on the seven exquisitely shaped small wooden swords in front of him, and then lingered a second time;
at last,
The son's eyes twitched:
"woo woo woo woo¡¡"
began to cry.
The Juggernaut had no choice but to put the small wooden knife back.
The son stopped crying immediately, grabbed the small wooden knife, and continued to dance with his brother who was practicing the real knife there.
The Juggernaut turned around,
Let out a very melancholy sigh:
"well¡¡"
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