Nan Hao had no choice but to pull back her crotch and give her a blessing, put on a smile, and said thank you to the man.

Chen Ping'an left with Xiao Mo.

After a battle between heaven and man, Nan Hairao asked the figure in the blue shirt from the bottom of her heart: "Can I really put an end to the relationship with the Lu family in China?"

Chen Ping'an didn't even turn his head, "God knows."

Let's walk towards the palace gate together, with tall walls on both sides.

Chen Ping'an said: "We meet each other on strangers' roads, and each has a different relationship. Living in the world, each pays his or her debts."

Xiao Mo's eyes lit up and he said, "After the master said this, I realized that Xiao Mo had given himself such a good name by mistake."

Chen Pingan smiled and nodded: "The name Stranger is very big, the name Xizhu is very festive, and the nickname Xiaomo is very small."

Xiao Mo was silent for a moment and asked tentatively: "Master, I have a few natal flying swords. Why don't you help me change their names?"

"I'm really good at naming things, but I don't usually do it easily."

The first and fifteenth day of the lunar month.

Account books, chopping wood.

Of course, there are also the warm trees and clear scenery.

I've been hurt.

However, this old debt has nothing to do with the little girl Nuanshu, it must all be settled on Chen Lingjun.

Chen Pingan turned around and asked: "How many flying swords are there?"

Xiao Mo said with a smile: "There are only four of them, and they are all of average quality."

Chen Pingan patted Xiao Mo on the shoulder, "Xiao Mo, you can't stand the praise, you can't speak at all."

Xiao Mo hesitated for a while, then said from his heart: "Master, there is something you don't know whether to say or not?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Then don't say it."

Xiao Mo hummed, but did not say that thought out loud.

On that ancient land, Xiao Mo had just learned the art of swordsmanship and began to travel around the world with his sword. He was once lucky enough to see with his own eyes a being who came from the sky and walked on earth.

The young master next to me is very much like that "person".

Time passed by, and after ten thousand years, Xiao Mo couldn't remember the other person's appearance or voice. For some reason, Xiao Mo also forgot what they talked about after meeting the other person, or they didn't say anything at all. Anyway, they just left

A vague impression was left on Xiao Mo that has never been erased for thousands of years. To this day, Xiao Mo only remembers the other person, who seemed to have a very good temper. The only remaining impression makes no sense.
Chapter completed!