On the swing stand, she held a book in one hand, facing him with a heavy face. That's it, her smile was light, mocking and sarcastic, but she was a bit naughty and a bit naughty in her agility, and there was no lack of cunning in Tsinghua.

Feng Heyuan, when he ate those unpalatable foods, she raised her eyebrows, laughed but laughed, mocked but ridiculed, and her eyes were circulating. Isn’t this the way she looks like this?

This look and expression, even if he changed his appearance, was still as familiar as he could, and he hit his heart.

It's her, it must be her!

He was shocked and his palms hurriedly stopped, while Yan Qingrui's figure had already left like a rabbit rising and falling, melting into the night.

Shangguan Qianyu stood there stupidly, with Yan Qingrui's face in Feng Heyuan, and the corners of the lips and agile eyes that the woman was curled up at this moment.

The two faces kept overlapping, separate, overlapping, separate...

No wonder, the fragrance of the night wind is so familiar, no wonder, he never gets close to a woman, but when he holds her away, he feels extremely stable. He didn't think about it carefully at the time, thinking that the situation is urgent, he focuses on how to leave, and ignores his own feelings.

At this moment, I thought about it one by one and then realized it.

However, he was a little confused.

If she was really Yan Qingrui, how could she have martial arts skills?

If she was really Yan Qingrui, why would she dress up like this?

If she was really Yan Qingrui, why didn't she admit it when he saw her?

If she was really Yan Qingrui, and seeing those three silk squids, it was obviously her thing, why would she laugh at him?

Shangguan Qianyu stood in place in a daze. At this moment, he forgot all about Feihong Order and the old man Tianji. Only Yan Qingrui's face and the black-faced woman's appearance were stacked in an interlaced manner, coming and going, playing back like a lantern.

Qingrui, is it you? Is it you?

Shangguan Qianyu wandered alone for a while, and suddenly felt his lower body rustling. Looking at the underwear that had been knocked to the ground by him, his face suddenly turned black.

At the same time, he was also very shocked by the woman in black's technique. Her underwear was no better than anything else. How could she take it off without any damage when she wore it on him? This was simply an incredible technique.

Thinking of the embarrassment at that time, some suspicious red appeared on Jun's face. For a moment, it turned red and red. Finally, he sighed sadly, put away the things that Yan Qingrui had thrown on the ground and... the underpants, and then hid in the night.

At the same time, in a room on the second floor of Huifeng Pavilion, two people were sitting together to play chess.

A middle-aged man wearing blue silk clothes, three long beards, and seemed kind-hearted but with a gleam in his eyes. He was over 40 years old, and even when he was middle-aged, he was still handsome and handsome. He raised his hand and showed a kind and grand manner in his calmness. He smiled on his lips, with a hint of calmness and calmness outside the world.

The person sitting opposite him did not see his appearance, and first saw a head that could tell the light. When he picked up his finger and put it on the chessboard, raised his eyes and smiled, who else would be the monk Xuyun?

But in front of the window on the side of the two people, there was something like a round mirror. From the round mirror, you could see a room opposite.
Chapter completed!