He begged for mercy before Shen Tang pinched him seven inches.

"Mama, please take pity on me, a blind snake."

Shen Tang, who was forced to wear multiple scarves, had no choice but to put down her hands.

"...Is he in a bad state?"

Although it is true that shedding his skin consumes a lot of energy, and he will enter a state of weakness and discomfort in the short term, but at most it will drop by 10% or 20%, and it is impossible to be lazy to this extent. Jimo Qiu's words are concise and concise: "Cold."

Gong Xiqiu is the snake of the north.

At this season, the northwest tribe has already closed the mountains due to heavy snow, but the temperature in the southwest will make him misjudge the body's long-lasting pattern, and it is also in the special period of molting, so it is easy to lose energy. Shen Tang opened the door with a few fingers. Xiqiu's head slid down.

The python suddenly barked: "Ouch!"

Jimo Qiu flicked a poisonous worm into his mouth that strengthened his body and strengthened his body.

"You two want to join forces to abuse each other?"

The Gu insect almost got stuck in the air intake pipe and sent him away.

Gong Xiqiu's desire to kill his brothers and gods reached its peak.

On the second day, his depressed spirit calmed down. With a light-blocking gauze covering his nose, he went directly to Tu Rong and asked, "Did this old guy Gongyang Yongye say anything last night?"

Tu Rong was inspecting the military training with a piece of meat bun in his mouth.

Before he could sit down and take a rest, Gong Xiqiu appeared out of nowhere. Without those eyes staring at him, Tu Rong felt that he looked less scary today than yesterday: "Master Hou? What did Master Hou say?"

"Did Gongyang Yongye have a private conversation with your teacher?"

"This, yes."

I don’t know what they talked about.

"What else?"

Tu Rong was confused by him: "What else?"

Seeing that Tu Rong didn't know, Gong Xiqiu felt relieved even though he was confused. He waved his hand and said, "It's nothing. Just pretend I didn't ask."

Someone's familiar sneer came from behind.

One look at Gong Xiqiu's condition and knew that he was weak. He raised his hand and summoned Mo Dao: "I'm having an itch, do you want to get over it?"

Gong Xiqiu: "Take advantage of others' danger! Come as soon as you come!"

The old guy dares to be arrogant in front of him?

One on one, Gong Xiqiu will definitely suffer the loss.

Gongyang Yongye is in a good mood and doesn't care about him.

"Why are you laughing?"

This laughter sounded harsh.

Gongyang Yongye patted Gongxiqiu on the shoulder and said in a slightly content tone: "I have a successor, so thank you."

The man in front of him felt the same pain of losing his heir as he did.

However, I finally defeated him once.

Gong Xiqiu: "...who?"

Since it's not Lin Lingde, who can meet this old guy's harsh conditions? Based on Gong Yang Yongye's requirements, this person's talent is not far behind that of Lin Feng. Gong Yang Yongye didn't deliberately show off. : "I knew him from Shangshu Chu's house."

The great-granddaughter of Chu Yao's old friend.

Gongyang Yongye didn't notice her at first yesterday.

He was about to have a private chat with Chu Yao, but when he walked through the corridor, he saw the taciturn lady at the banquet standing under the corridor.

Her first sentence was——

【Master Hou’s trip will not be fruitful.】

Gongyang Yongye paused, his eyes looking a bit dangerous: "Who are you? How do you know who I am meeting here and what I am doing?"

Her second sentence was——

[Your Majesty, you don’t need to know where I come from, as long as I know you and I, we can each get what we need.] The female monarch turned sideways and looked over, with a faint air of decadence in her eyebrows under the moonlight. She was not tall. His stature can give people inexplicable pressure.

【You and me? Each one gets what he needs?】

【The good wind, with its power, sends me to the blue clouds.】

[Is this Gust of Wind?] Gongyang Yongye restrained his contempt. Regardless of whether the woman in front of him has an excellent talent comparable to Lin Feng, the fact that she can stand here and block him makes him curious and angry. 【I am the knife in your hand?】

【Dare not.】

Gongyang Yongye walked away with a puff of his sleeves: [I’m sorry you don’t dare either!]

As expected, he was sent out of the study by Chu Yao with a livid face.

If it weren't for his strength, he would have been kicked out of the door by Chu Yao that night. Gongyang Yongye would not be discouraged by this result. It was expected. On the way back to the guest house, the female gentleman was sitting next to the pond. Throwing bait into it all at once.

【Feed the fish?】

【fishing!】

[How to fish without a fishing rod and a fishhook?]

The female gentleman said calmly: [The fish bit the hook.]

Gongyang Yongye:【……】

Literary scribes are really annoying. He couldn't help but have the idea to defeat any female warrior with force. Anyway, the number of people in the world who can defeat him can be counted on two hands.

[Where do you get the confidence to be on par with Chu Yao’s disciples?]

[Talent depends on your parents and ancestors. You are born with it. If you don’t have it, you don’t have it. It has nothing to do with who you studied under.] The female monarch smiled and said, [Is it true that only people who have studied in famous families are worthy of the highest talent? Anyone below them is like dirt. A chicken and a dog? With these words, the Marquis has forgotten his original intention. Aren't you also from a humble background, standing among the great men?】

(︶.︶)

The good wind, with its power, sends me up to the blue clouds.

It is a poem that expresses one's ambition by chanting catkins. Catkins cannot take off without the help of wind.

The lady in the article is currently in a state of needing some help.
Chapter completed!