Legend of the Great Saint

“It's all trails, trails.” Liu Chuanfeng was unconscious. Instead, he glanced at Li Qingshan. He was surprised to see him. He carefully measured the beauties. He was even happier. His aim was to introduce Li Qingshan into the novelist's path...

Li Qingshan is indeed measuring the illusioned women, whose fat buttocks do have the ability to bring attention to every man. But he didn't just see this, he saw the women with smiles on their faces, but their eyes were stuck, not angry at all, like what they had seen in previous life, made out of computers, beautiful women on game posters, or some sort of delicate angry doll.

Of course, this is a lot more real. It's probably Liu Chuanfeng, the illusionist character in the yellow novel, who may have performed well in bed!

But there's no use in it. Why don't we just find a Green House Chukan and have a good time, at least for the living.

Li Qingshan felt deeply sad. No wonder the novelist was so despised. He used his novelist abilities to do this kind of low-level thing all day. The chief novelist wanted to punch him twice, let alone Ann was still curious to watch.

Li Qingshan's low voice said: “Liu Chuanfeng, stop it! ”

Liu Chuanfeng was also annoyed. He dared to be so rude to himself in front of outsiders. Do you really think he is a fake owner? But a pair of Li Qingshan's angry eyes remembered this morning. His breasts shrunk again as he waved his knife. "We are all readers. Can't you say something? Look at what you're doing. Let Flower Leader joke. Let's eat! ”

Li Qingshan was accustomed to saying inconsistencies, and flipped his face. Goodbye to Liu Chuanfeng, he felt very uncomfortable, as if he had done something wrong. He was a bully and not soft, like Liu Chuanfeng, a ten-story gas refiner, but he could not find a few under the sky.

The flowers praised the shaking head, the housekeeper, to this point, is rare.

Sun Fu Bo walked in through the door and looked at the illusioned women and frowned: “Brother, what are you doing? ”

Liu Chuan Fengzhang said: “I..."

“This is ridiculous. Hurry up and take the spell.” Sun Fubai's two snowy eyebrows are almost wrinkled together. His brother is a talent in practice. Under the circumstances of the novelist's decline, it is already very difficult to fix the gas to the tenth floor, but sometimes, his brain is too bright, and he doesn't know how to pay attention to the scene.

Liu Chuanfeng hastily dispersed the illusioned woman, and the ping pong rang, and the bowl chopsticks in their hands fell on the floor. He hurried to pick it up again, flushing it up with hallucinations, placing his own bowls of chopsticks, frowning, and keeping his mouth shut, like a commissioned little daughter-in-law.

Hana praised the arch: “It's been a long time, Grandpa Sun.” There is a little more kindness and sincerity between the words.

“Just call me Uncle Fu.” Sun Fubai grabbed Li Qingshan's hand: “Young man, we meet again, I didn't expect you to really come here. ”

“Nor did I think, Uncle Fook, that you were a novelist.” Li Qingshan said something, the old man's plan is really deep enough.

"Alas, as you can see, the novelist is currently in a bit of a bad mood," said Sun Fubai. "You can't blame me for letting you fill in these three words! ”

Li Qingshan said: “Where, if it weren't for Uncle Fu, I would be afraid that there is nowhere else to go now. Although this place is a bit depressed, it is also quiet and suitable for practice. ”

“It's time to eat.” Liu Chuanfeng whispered.

Sun Fubai raised his hand: “Please! ”

On the wine table, there was a mix-up, the cup was changed, Xiao 'an did not speak, Liu Chuanfeng could not get into the speech, but the flower praise and Sun Fubai were there, not at all cold field, and the view of the bamboo forest was also considered a guest.

In the afternoon, Li Qingshan followed the flowers to the shore of Lake Dragonsnake.

The smoke wave is huge, and there's no end to it.

Hana praised the organization of a language, euphemistically informed Li Qingshan, Wang Parkzhen warned, euphemistically to Li Qingshan if he did not listen carefully, thought Wang Parkzheng was encouraging himself.

Li Qingshan said: “He just won't say it, and I won't waste my time doing this. By the way, what's going on with He Yishi? ”

Hana praised the fact that He Yishi implied that Li Qingshan was the murderer in the interview.

Li Qingshan was furious: “Good rat, I saved his life three times and four times. Not only did he not appreciate it, but he dared to bite back. No wonder he didn't dare to talk to me.” He is not a very generous man. Whether there is vengeance or not is not his personality, he must find an opportunity to teach this world a lesson, so as to relieve his hatred.

Hana praised reminding: “In the Hundred Sutras, you can't use a knife to move a gun. If you kill someone here, nobody can protect you. ”

Li Qingshan said: "Put a pocket on his head and beat him to the exit. ”

“Clean your hands, don't leave a handle.” The flowers laughed.

Li Qingshan also laughed: “That doesn't sound like what a French disciple should say. ”

“Li Qingshan, in my capacity as leader of the Red Wolf of Qinghe Province, I inform you that you are under arrest and ready to be sanctioned by criminal law!” The flower praised the face and suddenly smiled again: “Does this look like it? ”

The expression changed, as if it were a season of shock, the Great Lakes ice cracked, the gentle spring water flooded, unconsciously melted solid ice and turned into soft waves of the lake.

Li Qingshan couldn't help but recall a phrase he had seen in his previous life: "There is no young girl in the world who can resist Jiang Feng's smile, and there is no hero who can resist Yan Nantian's light sword." Flower praise has the style of the legendary Zhongjiang Feng. If you look at yourself, you will probably only be able to develop towards such a powerful party as Yan Nantian.

“Tsk, I'm afraid there aren't many women in the world who can resist your charm. No wonder that Autumn Master has a passion for you. ”

Hana praised and laughed: "We're just friends. ”

Li Qingshan said: “Never mind if it's a friend, if she's interested in me, I won't refuse. ”

Flowers praised: "If you are heartless, you will be interdependent, but you will only become more silent. ”

Li Qingshan said: “I think it's a good meal. ”

Hana praised and laughed: “Kind of. ”

Li Qingshan couldn't help but look at him as if he had no temper at all. He turned his mind and said, “But if you don't mind offending your friends, you have to help me. Is there any special hobby? ”

Hana praised him with great seriousness: “You overestimate yourself. ”

Li Qingshan smiled and measured him up and down: “I can't fit in. ”

Flower praise also felt unbearable: “Someone asked me to take care of you. ”

Li Qingshan said: "Finally, it's Gu Yan Shadow, isn't it? ”

Suddenly listening to people call her by her name, Flower praised slightly mistaken, even a little angry, but deeply cultivated, not revealed, just asked: “How do you know? ”

Li Qingshan said: “I'm not the brightest, but at least I'm the brightest. I can make you take care of me. I'm sure it's not Boss Wang. He hates that I can't make it. The leader hates it, but you have to take care of it, indicating that the person's status should be higher. Even Boss Wang has to listen to him. Such a big man, I have only met one Gu Yanshadow. ”

"Smart man," praised Hana. ”

Li Qingshan said, “And, I'm sure you're interested in her. ”

“Oh, why? ”

"Li Qingshan said:“ You can sit still and not like the male wind, that only means that you love something else, you can beat the woman of Qiumen in charm. I have only seen one woman. If you want to think of President Gu, you won't take care of me as a person. I'm afraid that you can just say it randomly and let you be like Feng Gui. If you want to offend friends, you should also protect me. This is more than loyalty to your boss. ”

"You're too modest," praised Hana. "You're not just smart, you're brilliant. ”

Li Qingshan said: "Then you really shouldn't take care of me. ”

“Why?”

Li Qingshan smiled. “We are enemies. ”

Forgive the flowers praised for a while, burst out laughing, grinning to hold the knee.

“Good for you, Li Qingshan. I haven't laughed so fast in a long time. Poop, love enemies, hahahaha, that's so funny! ”

Li Qingshan smiled and looked at him. He was firmly like a stubborn rock cut out of a ravine. Obviously, he was not joking.

Flower praise also put away the smile, the smile on his face still: “Do you know what we look like? ”

“Like what? ”

“Like two ants, fighting over a mountain, hey, go away, this is my territory, but not even a rock can move. ”

Li Qingshan said: “Even ants, if they climb hard, they will climb to the top of the mountain. ”

“Climbing? Did you know that the mountain is getting higher and higher? You just climb a little step, it's ten times higher. Wake up! ”

Li Qingshan confidently said: “You underestimate me. ”

Hana praised, "Well, then I'll definitely take better care of you and see how long you can climb. ”

Li Qingshan was surprised: “Of course you will climb to death, you will not pursue a woman as the whole of life? ”

He set himself ambitious goals and fought hard, but did not see them as the ultimate meaning of life, whether it was Gu Yanshadow or going over nine days. If half the effort, the middle road collapses and someone kills you, it will only shrug your shoulders and say sorry to Niu.

This is both a mark of previous life and a profound experience in this life. The hunger and bitter cold in the cowshed made the cowboy want only to wear cotton clothes and eat meat. To this day, his goal is only a bigger cotton coat, a better piece of meat. He knows more than anyone how precious these two things are. The warmth of the cotton coat warms people's hearts and the deliciousness of the meat outweighs all the magic potions, but they are not sacred and can be obtained with these hands.

“I'm full of food, but you won't understand the feeling.” Hana laughed with praise.

PS: Well, it didn't hurt today, hahaha, I'm so young and energetic, how could I possibly have an occupational disease, ah, my hands, so numb, no feeling (to be continued). If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)