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The horses were almost over the galloping horses, as fast as birds. At midnight, there were two black shadows passing through them in a swift and incompetent manner. As they quickly moved away, the originally peaceful city behind them was gradually awakened from their sleep. The torches were beating and the crowds were buzzing, and everything was clearly telling everyone: something big happened.

The two people who threw stones into the center of the lake had already avoided them far away before the ripples spread to their side. It was also said that a gentleman did not stand under a dangerous wall. Unfortunately, this dangerous wall was too big and too high, even if they escaped the disaster of being crushed to pieces, they still had to teach them how to feel better if they were exposed to the rest of the waves.

The graceful and graceful figure suddenly paused, and then it was like a swallow flying with a swinging shot by a naughty child. The other tall figure was suddenly shocked and jumped over to respond. The two were still two or three feet apart. The figure finally came back and adjusted its posture and gently landed on the ground in time. The graceful posture still made people pleasing to the eye. Unfortunately, after hitting the ground, her body shook again, and she couldn't help but staggered, and she had to reach out to support the wall so that she wouldn't be really ugly.

This situation has never happened since the two met. The burly shadow hurried forward and supported her with concern, and asked in a low voice: "How..." Before he finished speaking, the breath in his chest suddenly rushed forward, and he couldn't help but coughed loudly. Under the moonlight, he saw an unnatural asphalt surging on his face, and the woman was faintly flushed.

But this strange phenomenon only lasted for a moment, but instantly returned to normal. The two looked at each other and smiled bitterly, and said in unison: "What a powerful Six Divine Art."

The guest of Jinpao stroked his chest with one hand and slowly smiled bitterly: "The forty-nine levels of Yin and Yang Qi have been broken one after another. At this time, my lungs are shocked, and at most half of the force is left. Junior Sister Fan, what about you?"

The woman gasped slightly and said, "The true power of the flame sun that the Bodhisattva destroyed was like a maggot with bones, and it could not be driven away no matter what. The younger sister's meridians were burned by purgatory fire at this moment. If she wanted to take action, it would be a lucky thing to have 30% of the power left."

"In this way, there is no hope of leaving Daxing City at night." The brocade guest sighed. As the imperial capital of the Sui Dynasty, Daxing City has a high city and thick walls, and is the most powerful city in the world. Originally, it was not difficult for them to use their light skills to jump to the top of the city and leave the city. But now they are injured internally, and they can't do it anymore.

The woman felt anxious all over, and there seemed to be a large ball of flames in her body, and even her breathing was extremely hot, which was really hard to bear. But she was very calm and forced to suppress and suppress her, and said in a voice: "The Master of Jile has ordered his brother, and the believers of the people have raised the city. The most urgent task is to find a place to settle down quickly and heal the wounds before talking about it."

The brocade guest pondered and said, "Why go to that man's mansion?"

The woman glanced at Yang Zhao, who was so confused because of his sleeping hole being tampered, shook her head and said, "It's not appropriate. That person has a very small relationship with this child. If you send this child to him, the good or bad will be really unpredictable. It's better to find another place. My younger sister has a friend of Zen, so she will preside over the city of Daxing. Let's go and avoid it for a while, I believe it's very safe."

The guest of Jinpao said happily: "My junior is indeed far-sighted and not as good as a brother. In this way, it's not time to go."

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The closed acupoints were finally slowly washed away with the natural circulation of blood and energy in their bodies. Yang Zhao, who had recovered from the fainting sleep, opened his eyes and was immediately startled. Because under the dim light, two cold lights were hanging on his face, so close that they could exhale. I don’t know what kind of mountain spirit monster it was. Without thinking, he subconsciously stepped up and bounced up, pushed forward with his hands, shouting: "Monster!"

"Ah, thief!" A delicate and sweet voice screamed at the same time. Then the "bang bang, bang bang, slam, slam, slam" sounded in a mess. Yang Zhao pressed the red envelope that had just hit on the back of his head, and pointed to the "little monk" who was slapped in the open space in front of the bed with his other hand. He stuttered: "No, isn't it a monster?"

"Monster, you are so tall!" "Little Monk" jumped up with tears in her eyes, and angrily lying to the edge of the bed and aimed at Yang Zhao's head, and she was trembling with a sudden thunder. Two or three acupoints on her hands and feet were still controlled, and the weak little prince could not hide at all. He had martial arts all over his body, but he was knocked firmly. However, in this way, he could take the opportunity to see the surrounding environment clearly.

Wherever I was in a room that was so simple that it could not be simple. There was nothing but a bed, a table, or a stool. Although the man in front of me dressed as a monk, he had curved eyebrows, beautiful facial features, and a small dimples on his face. His skin was not very white, but he naturally radiated a healthy luster. He was a beautiful little nun. Looking closer, she saw that her figure was wrapped in a coarse cloth and black robes. Not only did she have any places, but she also had very good materials.

Thinking back to the "thing" that he touched just now, even a fool should know what happened, right? Yang Zhao's face turned red in an instant, but he never expected that his first intimate contact would happen in such a situation. But the soft and elastic feel was really impressive. Unconsciously, Yang Zhao couldn't help but bend his fingers into claws and moved back and forth several times. This action fell into the eyes of the little nun, and he immediately became even more angry. He cursed: "A traitor, men are really unreliable!" He raised his hand and shuddered again.

The little nun beat him up, but Yang Zhao knew that he was wrong and was inappropriate, so he shouted: "Oh, it hurts so much. Say goodbye, the heroine." He deliberately added a little more miserable point in his shouting. The little nun realized that he had punished the bad guy severely, but stood up and said proudly: "What's the name? Humph, shut up! This... this..."

She originally wanted to say "I am a heroine". But then she thought about it and she was a monk and could not call herself a heroine. So she then wanted to learn from her master. Her father always called herself "poor nun" in front of outsiders. However, she thought about it again. This title is too old. Her father likes to call herself like that, but she doesn't like it. In the end, she had to say vaguely: "Call me again, I will change your mouth with the socks that I hadn't washed yet."

This little nun is so foul. She looks like a 15 or 16 years old. She is actually talking like a primary school student, which makes people really funny. Yang Zhao shook his shoulders and tried his best to endure the urge to laugh, saying, "Yes, yes. I promise not to talk nonsense. But... uh, who are you? Where is this place?"

The little nun rolled her big black eyes a few times and said, "I can't tell you where I am... Well, I'm giving the Dharma name to explain the jade mat, and the donor is polite." After saying that, she agreed to the ritual and bowed slightly to Yang Zhao. It can be seen that she is already very familiar with this and does not have to go through her brain at all.

Yang Zhao finally suppressed the sadness of enduring laughter and internal injuries, and replied seriously: "It turns out to be Senior Sister Yuma. Well, my name is Yang Zhao. Senior Sister, why am I here? What are you doing here again?"

The little nun Shi Yuwu patted her head through the monk's hat and said, "Oh, by the way. Master, my father told me to look at you well. If you wake up, I will inform her immediately." No matter how he ignored it, he turned around and pushed the door and ran out. Yang Zhao couldn't help but shake his head, thinking that the little nun was really careless. But he didn't know what kind of person her master, what did her father have to do with the brocade guest and the woman?

According to common sense, the acupoint will naturally be loosened within twelve hours after being tapped. And if you are kidnapped, no matter whether you are authentic or the imperial palace, you will not give up. The search for the city is expected. Within twelve hours, the brocade robe guest and the woman may not be able to leave Daxing City. That is to say, as long as you can recover your skills, you should have the opportunity to escape from a genius...

While meditating, I heard footsteps outside the door, and then I saw a lit up. Two people walked into the meditation room with oil lamps. The person in the lead said softly, "Little Prince. You woke up. Do you feel okay?" His tone was very gentle and gentle, and he suddenly felt close. Looking closely, it turned out that he was a middle-aged nun about thirty years old. She looked beautiful, no less than Yang Zhao's mother, the princess Xiao. But there was a sense of depression between her eyebrows. Although she was older than herself, Yang Zhao couldn't help but feel a desire to hold the other person tightly in her arms and comfort and protect her.

But this idea was really ridiculous. Yang Zhao laughed at himself and said, "It's okay. Ah! Master, do you know who I am?"

The middle-aged nun sighed softly and put the oil lamp on the table to light up. The little nun who was following her, Shi Yuba, hurriedly carried the stool to serve the master, and his father sat down. The middle-aged nun looked at Yang Zhao carefully with the light and sighed: "I didn't know before. But after seeing the little prince's appearance, I knew it. Alas, in the blink of an eye, it has been fifteen years. Time flies so fast."

After hearing the other person's dialect, it seemed that he knew his own mother or his mother. Yang Zhao was happy and thought that it would be better to be in love. He asked respectfully: "It turns out that he is an old friend. The younger generation is brave enough to ask for the name of the teacher. I wonder if what the teacher knows is strict or kindness?"
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