Evil King

Chapter 929 Who is dancing in the clouds? !

Little Bean Sprout giggled, and said: “The words of Mr. Mo are wrong; the youth of my Miss is more than a few short years. My Miss has taken both the Linglong lotus and the colorful sacred fruit at the same time. Five hundred years without reduction.”

“Small bean sprouts shut up.” Miao Xiaomiao stopped in a low voice, and then apologized to Jun Moxie: “Little bean sprouts are still young, but they still don’t understand these sad thoughts, please don’t care about it.”

“Innocent and innocent, it’s the best time in life. I envy it before it’s too late, so how can I care? If it’s jealous, or a minute and a half!” Jun Moxie smiled freely and joked even more.

“The son can speak such unscrupulous words, it can be seen that the son’s innocent heart, Xiao Miao dare to ask the son, the son laughed heartily last time, but when was it?” Miao Xiaomiao asked rhetorically.

“Last time I laughed?… It looks like it was yesterday! If those before today are not counted!” Jun Moxie smiled slightly, and said: “I often warn myself that this world is already like this. I can still breathe. It’s a great blessing to be alive, and it’s worth laughing! So, I laugh every day. More than that, I also try to make people around me laugh with me…”

Jun Moxie smiled and looked at her: “I smile every day, I don’t know how much trouble I can save! Whether it is true or not, I will treat it as true!”

“The son is really open-minded. Xiaomiao is envious and jealous!” Miao Xiaomiao’s clear eyes showed a sincere fascination, but it was fleeting, and calm again, and said in a peaceful voice: “The son is now in the fantasy palace, want to come. I already know the importance of the ethereal physique to my illusion. I don’t know what plans for the owner in the future?”

As she said, she slowly raised her head, her eyes looked at Jun Moxie’s eyes for an instant, and said: “I only know that the son is qualified, and today I see that the son is smart and decisive; but I don’t know what about the son’s literary talent?”

“Then… Do you want me to be an outstanding literary talent? Or do you want me to be a idiot?” Jun Moxie smiled slightly.

“The son is joking.” Miao Xiaomiao’s face flushed slightly, and a trace of shame flashed across his eyes, and said: “Can the son chant a poem for his life? How about letting the little girl taste it?”

Jun Moxie’s secret way is powerful. If it is plainly spoken, the lie will come casually, but if it is written in poetry, not only is it much more difficult, but also what is written must be the own true thought…because, Sinon’s voice, in such a rush, I believe no one can fake a feeling that does not belong to own as a poem!

This girl’s request is to test her own literary talent, and secondly, it depends on own’s true thoughts. Out of fear that he would lie casually, he came up with such a trick to make things difficult for others.

I already have an ethereal physique, super witty, decisive, and fierce. These must be the impression that this girl has about Own now. But if it’s just these, you can also deploy corresponding strategies based on your personality weaknesses. What I’m afraid of is…If such a person has a considerable culture, it will be even more terrifying…

That being the case, you might as well make an earthquake!

Jun Moxie groaned for a moment, and his sword eyebrows rose, and the man voice groaned: “Shuntian may not exist, heaven-defying should be laughed, who is like me, sword refers to the waves of the world?…”

He chanted here, paused for a while, and then said: “The sun and the moon are in my chest, see that I am the leader!

Qing Feng unscathed casually, and asked who would dare to walk in the sky with me?

A sword of pride for the ages, the violent wind sweeps the yellow sand, the bloody wind, and the people will not fall;

One sword to conquer the world, eternal hegemony on heroes, stand up and ask the sword, in this life, don’t bend down!

Who dances in the clouds, let me look across the horizon, with a soft heart, and a wind and snow in my heart;

At the end of the song, people scattered, and a sword rushed into the sky.

The same smile in ancient and modern times, the world is happy! Those who come from future generations, don’t be higher than me! ”

The sonorous voice, like a battle to kill, like the wine of the grand tour at the time of the expedition, fight against the generals before!

But for a moment, it was obvious that I was just listening, but I already felt passionate and sighed with emotion.

After Jun Moxie read this, looking at the two masters and servants, they were already dumbfounded.

Miao Xiaomiao never thought that this guy in front of him is actually both civil and martial artist, and he is extremely talented. Such an excellent young man, Hugh would say that in the fantasy palace, even if the outside world is counted, how many people can there be?

How many people can make such a long and short sentence with great passion while pacing? Not to mention aptitude, not to say courage, not to say dexterity, not to say potential… The superb literary talent alone is enough to make people look at you!

However, this tone… but it seemed a bit mad.

“Who is dancing in the clouds, let me look across the horizon, with a soft heart, and a wind and snow in my heart…” Miao Xiaomiao muttered, her memory is very good, Jun Moxie just read it again, but she has already I remembered all of them, but what I said repeatedly at this moment was the one with a little bit of chivalrous meaning.

The more Miao Xiaomiao thought about it, the more he felt the sadness contained in this sentence, it turned out to make people feel sore after thinking about it…

Who dances in the clouds, let me look across the horizon, with a soft heart, and a wind and snow in my heart…

The Yiren dances in the clouds, but he is underground, unable to see through the autumn water, the soft heart is full of suffering, the heart is full of wind and snow, and it is all cold and lonely…

After a long time, Miao Xiaomiao let out a long breath, lowered his eyebrows and smiled, and said, “Brother Mo’s export is a chapter, it is really a good literary talent… The little girl is ashamed of it!”

Jun Moxie laughed and said, “It’s just a small skill of carving insects, how can you be elegant. A few crooked words can barely enter the eyes of a girl’s Dharma. There is no luck in the world than this, and it is also thanks to the old man who learned it in the mountains. A few years of writing, otherwise, Miss Miao would really make me foolish this time…”

What Junda Young Master said was sincere this time, probably because of his literary skills, all learned from the killer master in the previous life… Until now, when he thinks of that old man, Jun Moxie still feels that his butt is twitching. pain……

As for this poem, it was made by a predecessor in Young Master Jun’s memory, who actually belonged to, but he forgot the name. I remember it because Jun Moxie really liked the heroism in this poem, so I wrote it down with my heart, but I didn’t expect to use it here.

At this time, I changed a little, only changed a few sentences, read it out, and received a blockbuster effect!

At this moment, the little bean sprout on one side looked at Jun Moxie’s eyes, completely turned into worship, and even worshiped! So handsome! so amazing! too talented! If I could marry such a husband-in-law…Oh, what am I thinking, humiliating, huh…

“Brother Mo is really too modest.” Miao Xiaomiao smiled and said: “The one who taught the son to learn literacy at the beginning must be a well-educated man, a generation of Confucian scholars! Moreover, he has a strong heart, a soft heart and a strong character… Such a character really makes people think about it…”

Miao Xiaomiao was embarrassed to praise Jun Moxie face to face, it seemed that there would be other intentions…it was easy to be thought of, so he praised Jun Moxie’s master instead.

Jun Moxie was stunned, not contrived at all, truly stunned.

He never expected that there would be people in this world who would admire the old killing embryos so much! That was a real executioner, a typical butcher! The heart can be cold and icy, so cruel that people will be scared to death when they see him…

Actually became a…a learned man? A generation of Confucian scholars? And the sword, the heart, the soft, the intestines, and the strong…

I really trust it! These words are quite appropriate to describe this son! How can I describe that old killer embryo, it’s simply abusive of these words…

However, since I haven’t seen that old thing for so many years, I really miss it…

After thinking about it, Jun Moxie, who was in meditation, suddenly appeared a pair of blade-like eyes, flashing cold murderous intent, thin lips, and thin face, looking at herself sadly: “Babbit! Want to be lazy again! See daddy won’t fix your kid!”

With this drink, there seemed to be a very familiar cold wind whizzing over…

Young Master Jun shivered abruptly, only to realize that his own eyes were already a little wet…

The long-lost… the only… stern but not lacking in tenderness… old man, if you suddenly heard the news that I was blown to my bones over there, I wonder if you would cry? …

I remember that when I was injured for the first time in the past, I was shot in the shoulder by a gun, penetrated down, and injured the lobes of the lung. It was a very serious injury; and before that, I had always resented the old man because he was always wrong. Hit and scold! Even if it is a wrong action while drinking, it will cause a violent beating, and if the wine tasting is wrong for a month, it will also cause violent storms…

At that time, Jun Xie, truly regarded as an old man, was his greatest enemy in his life! Incisor hates! The bottom of my heart is to make countless oaths. As long as I have enough abilities, or have the right opportunity, I must return the color to smash that old thing to pieces, to pieces, and to frustrate bones and ashes. So hard to understand the hatred of own!

However, it was the time he was injured. The injury was serious and his life was in danger. The old man took him on a speeding car for eight hundred miles overnight and was admitted to the best hospital in the city. I remember that time, the old man’s face still didn’t have the slightest expression, it was as deep as an abyss, but at that time the speedometer had been stuck at the highest speed pointer that could travel, but it had never slipped down at all.

Assassins have never been able to take the initiative to enter the hospital, especially those who have suffered gunshot wounds. During the days when Junxie was hospitalized, she never saw the old man again. He was seriously injured and dying. Jun Moxie, who was in a semi-conscious state, seemed to remember only one sentence the old man said: “You must keep in mind that you are on the beach. I was shot by a stray! You are the son of a fisherman and an orphan!”

Until he was discharged from the hospital, he did not see the old man showing up, and then, after another month or so, the old man came back with a bruise on his body.

The old man came back from prison! (To be continued, if you want to know what is going on, please visit www.qidian.com, there are more chapters, the author is supported, and the genuine reading is supported!)