Yes, sir. After hearing this, the middle-aged man hurried to the other side and told others to protect his wife.
Chu Yuheng looked at his back and walked back towards the venue.
Near the upcoming meeting place, the ink pupil inadvertently passed by, but it was Zheng, the man with a crescent robe flying with a golden mask. Who is this familiar? He meditated on the man looking up and his eyes were relatively blink. Those rare purple eyes came into view, and the number of memories returned. Didn’t he drink with another man seven years ago? How could he be here?
After that night, they didn’t know each other when they left. Although it was a wine party, they were all frustrated and frustrated. They didn’t have much in each other’s hearts, but they had unforgettable memories. Later, he met another man who knew that he was a nobler emperor than the Lord of the Day. I didn’t expect him to be sleepy, but this purple pupil man had never seen him before, but he had a strange feeling that he knew him and knew a lot.
Sip sip lip he finally stepped towards the purple pupil male.
It’s not surprising to see Chu Yuheng at night. It’s expected that he would meet here when he knew his identity. Seven years later, he was not unruly in the past. Zhang Jun’s face was cold and calm. It seems that the passage of time has also erased a lot of his arrogance. Seven years ago, he was drunk that night. A month later, he learned that he was actually a famous young martial arts leader and his heartbroken woman was not someone else. When he was a nine-year-old woman at that time, he was not hostile to this man. Instead, he felt sorry for him because they all loved the same woman and their feelings would always be married.
Chapter sixty-three Mysterious bearer
The wind brings coolness, and the trees on the top of the mountain are shaded, and the sunshine is fine, noisy and quiet.
Chu Yuheng walked to the front of Yechen, and the ink pupil and purple pupil stared at each other.
Sunlight falls lightly over their heads, and black hair flies with the wind like a waterfall. The two handsome men look at each other and condense into a painting at that moment in the landscape painting place.
Wan Yingzhao Oriental philosopher looked at each other. This gentleman knows each other, right? But both of them are looking at each other, and the atmosphere is weird. How can they guess what identity they are, friends or enemies?
Chu Yuheng’s deep eyes lightly scanned Wan Yingzhao’s oriental philosophy, sipped his lips and looked back at the night.
I didn’t expect that we could meet again. It was an accident that we had a drink all night, but I didn’t expect that we could meet now. This is fate.
Well, the night is a faint place to nod, which is a way to go. But I knew they would meet. Not only he, but also the Lord doesn’t know whether Chu Yuheng is still in the Lord now. I don’t know how he will look when he is in the Lord now. The purple eye pupil flashes a strange light very quickly, and it’s hard to capture the eyes. He glanced at Chu Yuheng slightly, but he still thought strangely that although he didn’t want to be the same as him, the beauty of the Lord was obvious to all. Who could not sip his thin lips? At this moment, his mind was complicated and inexplicable.
Do you know the landlord?
Wan Yingzhao saw their expressions and listened to their conversation as acquaintances, but the coldness really made people wonder what they were like.
Well, Yechen nodded and answered Wan Yingzhao.
Wan Yingzhao hardly turned his eyes when he saw this concise answer. The landlord really cherished the word, except when facing the Lord, it was not bad to see him say ten words.
The two are Chu Yuheng. When Wan Yingzhao asks, he turns back and asks lightly. Look, although the men and women are intimate, their eyes are familiar with each other. It’s unusual and they don’t look like servants. But this woman is called a masked man. What is the landlord? He speculates in his mind that he is a river’s lake middleman. If he has no way, he will not know.
In Dongfang Bao, Dongfang Zhe Dongfang Zhe Chao Chu Yuheng fuels, I said
I’m Wan Yingzhao, and Xiao Zhao also simply said that Wanjiazhuang is no longer there, and it’s just trying to make yourself sad.
The night of the night is faint and authentic, and there is no name or registration number
It’s the Oriental Castle Master who died suddenly in the Jianghu six months ago. I heard that the Oriental Castle was in a mess, and then it was solved. Now, it seems that the Oriental philosopher is a handsome man, and he wants to be able to do something.
In Chu Yuheng, he also introduced himself.
It was Wan Yingzhao, the oriental philosopher of Chu, who looked at each other face to face, and then looked at Chu Yuheng in the same way. Pei Chu Yuheng’s reputation has long been heard. He took the position of the martial arts leader at the age of ten and has played martial arts properly for decades. Now, at first glance, he is a heroic figure.
Several also came to attend the Wulin Congress. Now they don’t go in together. Chu Yuheng waved his hand and said to the three people.
Thank you, Chu leader, Dongfang Zhe, for fuels.
Yechen nodded, but his eyes looked all the way, wondering if the Lord could have arrived.
Wan Yingzhao’s clever eyes will know that Yechen is thinking about the Lord. She immediately said that Yechen is also a doubt.
I don’t know if the Lord is here.
Should be coming soon? Oriental Zhe replied