Don't bother me, Lord Ghost King

Cloud exquisite long proud Yang Yang corner of mouth, just don't see night exhibition Yang of facial expression.

It's true to win.

Lin Yu was defeated and came to see Duanmu Minglei with shame.

"Victory or defeat is a matter of military affairs. General Lin doesn't have to worry about it“ He just waved.

Looking across the city, the woman's eyebrows are picturesque, and the king of an under the city, Yushu Linfeng.

The curtain fell on his eyes, and the flame of his heart soared high.

The first time I met the city at night, I had a bad start, but what can I stand?

After so many years of forbearance, Feng Shui has to take turns.

"Call it a day." Duanmu Minglei did not have half of the chagrin.

This is also a man who is happy and angry.

"That's it?" Xiao Yin's chuckles.

This is supposed to be a life and death battlefield, where is half a dangerous breath?

Although Duanmu Minglei is a defeated general, he is still calm. Before turning around, he glances at the city in the night, and a subtle smile appears on his lips.

"This man, be more careful." Xiao Yin restrained his smile.

People who are not arrogant win because they can see far.

Those who are not discouraged by defeat have their own responses.

The gate of Liucheng is wide open, and the voice of "an Wang Wei Wu" rings out again.

If there is king an in Nanling, the country is as solid as gold.

Night exhibition Yang a burst of suffocation, is the siege or slightly?

It's just the defeat of a general in Beiqi. Is such credit rare?

Yun Linglong raised the skirt angle, quickened the pace, welcomed with a smile.

"An Wang Wei Wu!" She grinned so much that her eyes curled, and she glanced at the night with the rest of her eyes.

Xiao Yin is not willing to say: "Wuwei's seems to be my son."

"Yes, there are no weak soldiers under a strong general." Yun Linglong's words lifted both of them up.

No contrast, no harm!

Next to the night exhibition Yang and Xiao Qiang on the black face, this words listen to how so awkward ah!

What do you mean they're going to have a bear bag?

Night exhibition Yang reluctantly squeeze out a smile that can be seen in the past, said a few words of the scene.

Nanling barracks a burst of laughter, North Qi there is silent.

Several partial and Deputy generals stood in the treasure account of the Chinese army and bowed their heads in silence.

Duanmu Minglei waves his hand and dismisses everyone.

"Your Highness, the man who will face the last one has a good future." Only Lin Yu stayed.

He lost, but it wasn't ugly.

The opponent is really strong.

Duanmu Minglei nodded: "I know that I've heard that king an has been in contact with people in the river and lake for a long time. It's true."

Lin Yu raised his head and said, "well, aren't we crushed to death by them?"

Duanmu said with a smile: "what's wrong with that? Wang An is still in the light, but the people in our palace are plotting against impermanence. "

"What does your highness mean?" Lin Yu's eyes twinkled.

Duanmu Minglei waves his hand again. Although Lin Yu doesn't know why, he knows that the crown prince Duanmu has something to do with it.

Duanmu Minglei is the only one left in the big account.

After sitting on the desk, he stared at the treasure account.

He is the king above, standing on the top, but he feels that what he has is nothing.

A man in black quietly appeared in front of him and knelt down on one knee.

Duanmu Minglei doesn't speak, and he doesn't speak.

Russian Qing, Duanmu Minglei a pair of eyes fell on that person's body.

"What's the news?" He asked.

"Back to your highness, it's a coincidence that young master Qiao has already returned to Nanling. After receiving your order, he left immediately without delay."

The man in black didn't even raise his head. He could only hear a low voice.

"It's a coincidence. God helps me." Duanmu nodded, speechless for a while.

That person waits in silence, see Duanmu Minglei no longer command, and quietly left.

Duanmu Minglei picked up the tea bowl, steaming, aroma dense, but just close to the lips, he put down heavily.

The tea overflowed and rolled down the table, like tears, "Shu" fell into the dust and disappeared.

"Qiao Yu, come back so fast!" He frowned and murmured to himself.

Well, if this is done, the Qiao family can go back to Beiqi.

For three generations, this debt is not even a loss to those with interest.

Duanmu Minglei knew from a very young age that the most difficult thing in the world is human relationship.

There is a price to be paid for receiving favors.

Many times, dignity and freedom are lost.

He is ungrateful, just because the kindness is too heavy, simply do not return.

But what others owe him in Beiqi is that he can make a clear note of it one by one. If he doesn't squeeze out the last drop of oil, he won't let it go easily.

However, the first village in the world is becoming more and more powerful, and it seems that it is getting out of the control of Beiqi.

Qiao Liangcheng, the old owner of the villa, still abides by his duty. That's because Beiqi doesn't do much, but he just wants some money.

As long as he can capture Nanling, how can he see this idea in the eye?

At that time, he would give an extra favor to the Qiao family, and from then on, the rivers and lakes and the temples would have their own corner.

Qiao Yu was not as conscientious as the man in black described.

He followed the direction of yunlinglong.

It's just that he's very relaxed.

The cold wind in winter is blowing on the face, and it seems to pierce the skin and get into the bone.

Qiao Yu abandoned the horse and hid in the comfortable carriage.

He is not a person willing to bear hardships. He has beautiful clothes and beautiful food. That's what he has in mind.

"The best way to be a man is to eat bitterly". That's just for people of low birth.

Will not reincarnate, no longer willing to work hard, you have to be a servant.

Qiao Yu didn't have this idea, because he didn't have to.

Don't say that all living beings are equal. From the moment of birth, it means that people have been divided into three, six and nine grades.

And he is obviously superior, life is good, appearance is also excellent.

God seems to give him all the good things in the world.

However, the more scenery behind, the more can not be described the vicissitudes.

What Qiao Yu wanted most was to do whatever he wanted.

And this is just a thorn in Qiao Liangcheng's heart.

He can't give.

It's up to Qiao Yu.

"Young master, if we had known there would be such an arrangement, we might as well have turned to Mobei!" Zhao Mingwei complains.

Qiao Yu nests comfortably in a corner of the carriage, and his eyes emit faint light.

"There is too much sand in the north of the desert. I don't want to see a beauty." He laughed happily.

A pretty figure is shaking in front of us.

"What the little master wants to see is already the master of famous flowers." Zhao Mingwei said frankly.

"It's interesting that the world is fought for." Qiao Yu smiles.