Supreme Medicinal God

Jiang Yixue first sent Liu Feifei back, then parked the car in front of his villa.

Ye Feng's hand gently wrapped around Jiang Yixue's waist, feeling Jiang Yixue's waist as soft as cotton, and his lips pressed.

"My beauty president, you have to get close to the water platform next month. Let's get off."

The two hugged each other tightly, like two volcanoes that had been suppressed for a long time, and passion was released in this kiss.

However, Jiang Yixue did not untie the seat belt, and said with a bit of grievance: "Go down, I won't go in."

Ye Feng asked doubtfully: "Aren't you staying with me all the time? Is it too wasteful for me to live alone in such a big villa. You live here, where do you live?"

Seeing that Ye Feng was a little anxious, Jiang Yixue smiled faintly: "I can't live here, I will live with Ronaldinho."

"Ronaldinho is going to be with the fat guy. You go to a big 500-watt light bulb."

Jiang Yixue gently took Ye Feng's hand and explained patiently: "You men, you know to use the following to think about the problem. Ronaldinho and I have to work overtime to discuss the details of the exhibition. I have no time to accompany you and Ronaldinho has no time. Accompany Jiang Fatty. Since we have a new project, we will do our best to do it well. I will work overtime with Ronaldinho these evenings until the end of the exhibition."

Ye Feng is helpless. Jiang Yixue is a girl who wants to do whatever she can and will do her best. She has extraordinary perseverance, otherwise she will not keep the management of Tianyuan Group organized.

She wants to work overtime, even if she goes with a knife.

Through the car window, Ye Feng persuaded: "Do not work overtime for too long, staying up late is bad for your health, and it is even worse for girls' skin. It will increase dark circles and wrinkles."

Jiang Yixue shrugged and said goodbye to Ye Feng, a cunning smile flashed in his eyes: "I can't accompany you tonight, your old lover is next door, go find her to accompany you, goodbye."

Ye Feng was startled. He really wanted to talk to Liu Feifei and spend a long night together, but Jiang Yixue said so directly that he dismissed the idea of ​​looking for Liu Feifei.

Jiang Yixue stayed up all night to work overtime, but I was singing with other girls all night, wasn't it too bastard.

Jiang Yixue slowly drove away from the villa, and Ye Feng returned to his villa.

Ye Feng hangs the splashed ink picture obtained from Ouyang Changfeng's home on the wall, and once again appreciates the faint sad mood in the picture scroll. The black and white mountains are endless, the long hair of Guiya has fluttering in the wind, and the expression is full of expression. Look forward to.

If it wasn't for the mentality that triggered the prohibition and blended with the memory of Gui Wuya, Ye Feng would never have thought that this old man standing on the bow was Gui Wuya.

He never thought he was not enjoying the scenery along the distant mountains, but going to the bamboo forest to see his beloved lover.

This ecstatic scene with a touch of sadness is not just a landscape painting.

Staring at the scroll, Ye Feng nianli gushed out gently.

Once again on the boat, met Gui Wuya.

Gui Wuya's remnant soul saw Ye Feng, recognized Ye Feng, and smiled: "Little brother, we meet again."

Ye Feng laughed: "Hello, Senior, where are you going?"

"Haha, I'm going to return an umbrella."

Ye Feng knew that Gui Wuya would go ashore in a while, and went to the verdant bamboo forest to see Juaner, who made him dream.

Ye Feng's eyes fell on the fiery red paper umbrella again, and felt that the bone in it was hard and raised like a sword.

"Which one is the owner of this umbrella?"

"Come with me, I will take you to see her."

In a blink of an eye, the boat was moored on the shore of the bamboo forest. The breeze pointed, the bamboo leaves swayed gently, and rustled.

A familiar and melodious flute sounded deep in the bamboo forest, with a clear rhythm and pleasant sound.

It was strange to say that as soon as I reached the shore, there was a drizzle of rain in the sky, and Gui Wuya opened the red paper umbrella and hurried to the depths of the bamboo forest.

Ye Feng followed behind, and soon saw the four-corner square pavilion, green tiles and red columns, antique.

Among the square pavilions, stood a slender milfs dressed in slim looks, beautifully dressed and beautiful.

Her small, fiery red lips, exhaling like blue, played a melodious flute.

Gui Wuya looked excitedly, his eyes filled with tenderness.

Ye Feng saw this scene at Ouyang Changfeng's house in the morning, but he felt that this was not the end of Wu Ya's memory. There should be other scenes behind.

He accompanied Gui Wuya to listen to the melodious flute, and soon he found that the flute was cyclic, and the scene in front of him was like an endlessly repeating clip.

Ye Feng suddenly had a bold idea, this remnant of soul is interpreting Gui Wuya's memories, but it is also an independent individual. When he met himself this morning, he was very surprised, but when he met again at night, he recognized Off myself.

Maybe this memory can also be changed.

Ye Feng suddenly applauded and smiled slightly: "It's nice, it sounds so good, this predecessor, your flute is playing so well, I took the liberty to ask, what's the name of this song?"

Sure enough, Ye Feng interrupted A Juan to play his flute, and the scene had a new change, but this change only gave Ye Feng a sense of depression.

A Juan stopped playing the flute and looked at Ye Feng coldly with Gui Wuya. That look was like watching an intruder. His eyes became cold and full of hostility.

Ye Feng smiled: "Senior, why don't you talk, this..."

Whoosh, Ajuan suddenly looked like a lightning, holding Jasper flute in his hand, and pointed at Ye Feng's chest fiercely.

This situation, like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, came too suddenly, and the situation was like a storm and waves, and it was extremely powerful, attracting the surrounding bamboo forest in a frantic aura.Shake more and more, bamboo leaves flew.

Why don't you just do it without a word? It's too belligerent.

If Ye Feng withdrew his thoughts from the scroll at this time, he would return to reality, but Ye Feng remembered the battle with Master Mingyue in the sea of ​​consciousness, although it was not a real sword, but it would also affect the state of mind. .

Ye Feng is confident that he can withstand A Juan's sudden move.

His fingers bent gently, shaped like flowers, and flicked lightly.

Wearing a stone is unstoppable.

The surging power of the whole body immediately condensed on the fingertips, and blasted out like a roaring tiger, colliding with the rushing electric snake.

The jade flute shadow of A Juan was instantly torn apart and disappeared without a trace.

A Juan flew back to Fang Ting, his face pale, and his face was terrified. The other party was young, and actually repelled himself with one finger. Isn't it necessary to have more than the late congenital realm.

Seeing that Ajuan suffered a loss, Gui Wuya got angry and sneered: "Little brother, I kindly take you to listen to Ajuan playing the flute, but you have to make trouble."

(End of this chapter)