Mo Xiang is quite good when she complains.

What really makes people feel troublesome about the Queen of Poisonous Tongue is her obsessive-compulsive disorder. Once she debates with others, she must decide the winner. For such a winner, she will use all the jealous tongue methods, and it is common to scold and cry. The disadvantage of this is that if you are too jealous of your friends, it will easily hurt your friends' hearts and feelings between friends.

Shuimi'er was obviously hurt by Mo Xiang's words, and she was really angry. If she continues to argue like this, this black-bellied fairy will burst out with a cruel side and fight Mo Xiang in pain. What may end when the time comes.

Ye Yingying didn't want to see such a scene, turning a good trip into a farce, so she stood in the middle and played Tai Chi: "Okay, don't you all argue. Xiang baby, haven't you seen it? The water fairy wishes to train the erotic waves into a yang finger."

Before Mo Xiang could react, Shuimi'er spoke: "What does this mean?"

Ye Yingying suddenly turned the topic very dirty: "Black-bellied girl, don't pretend to be pure in front of me."

Shuimi'er was a little confused: "Don't talk nonsense here. What does it have to do with me when he has mastered a yang finger?"

Ye Yingying smiled: "Naughty, do you think the one-yang finger is just used for fighting?"

"Haha." Mo Xiang also laughed, and immediately understood the subtext of the female war god, and said evilly: "Think about it, Duan Zhengchun has so many women, how can he eat it? If he uses the wonderful use of Yiyang finger, it would be different. Yiyang finger is very masculine and rushes his feet. There is no need to think about it, it is also a fingering method full of yang energy... I only realized today that Duan Zhengchun is the first tentacle flow in Jin Yong's writing!"

Shuimi'er finally understood the sound of the strings, and immediately blushed and said angrily: "Sexy girl, you are so dirty!"

Zhen Lang was also full of dark lines. The calm woman in her heart was indeed fickle. As she quarreled, she made the topic so dirty, which was too destructive.

It is rare to see Zhen Lang and Shuimi'er suffer at the same time. Mo Xiang certainly would not miss the opportunity to beat the dog in the water: "Water Fairy, I finally understand why you called Selang to come to us for further studies. It turns out that he is completely in bed. He has to rely on his fingers to solve the problem?"

As she said that, she patted Zhen Lang on the shoulder and said sympathetically: "Selang, don't be shady, I understand you. I used to know a man who often exercises and is quite strong, but no matter how hard he exercises, he can't change the fact that the fast gunner is... Your situation is probably the same as him, one, two, three, two, one, and then fires bullets?"

"What an international joke? Do you know what a national football forward is?" Zhen Lang looked arrogant. On this topic, no man could show weakness. He decided to brag about the beauty. Although he had a more miserable "newsman" experience than the fast gunner, it was a special situation after all. After Shumier's back and oral skills training during this period, he firmly believed that he could never be a fast gunner.

"You are the striker of the national football team and don't shoot in 90 minutes? Where are I a three-year-old child?" Mo Xiang didn't believe it when she was beaten to death, and said unyieldingly: "It's no basis for saying it, you can prove it to me if you have the will!"

"How do you prove this?" Zhen Lang asked casually.

Mo Xiang licked her seductive red lips, her eyes slim, and her tone was seductive: "It's very simple, come to my room tonight."

"Get out!" Shumier left on the spot, holding Zhen Lang's hand and said angrily: "Dear, don't discuss this topic with this lustful girl. She will take you badly. Let's go and don't play with them."

At that moment, the two of them left as soon as they said that they could leave and left with their lengths.

"This young couple is more in love than Jin, so it's not easy to fool them."

Looking at the backs of a man and a woman leaving, Mo Xiang murmured to herself.

"You don't really want to trick Zhen Lang into your room, do you?" Ye Yingying said unhappily.

"That's what I think, why are you jealous?" Mo Xiang was very calm.

"Give me a reason." Ye Yingying also calmed down.

"Anyway, I just tricked into my room, and I don't have to do something. If he really came, things would be simple." Mo Xiang showed a little melancholy and sighed softly: "The better their relationship now, the more painful it will be after they part. There are only ten days left before the water fairy graduates, right?"

"I understand. In the past, I only thought about what would happen to the water fairy after graduation, and I never considered Zhen Lang's life or death." Ye Yingying also felt melancholy: "I really regard this guy as a friend during this period of time. I don't know if he can survive ten days later? Alas, it's all bad luck, this guy is quite miserable."

"Forget it, after all, it's someone else's emotional problem. They don't worry about it themselves. Why are we worried about it here?" Mo Xiang suddenly became free and walked on the ancient street with the female war god.

On the other end of the street, Zhen Langfeng's coquettish laughter came.

"Wow, wife, I said there must be a secret book, have you seen it?"

In a small bookstore on the corner of the street, Zhen Lang laughed as if no one was around.

This bookstore is a typical passion, with various thread-bound books in it, and the packaging is quaint. The names of these books are dazzling, not only the protagonist-like "One Yang Finger", "Six-Meridian Divine Sword", "Bei Ming Divine Art", "Lingbo Weibu", and even the supporting role-like "Infinite Sword Technique" and "Shura Sword Technique"...

Zhen Lang was furious and bought a few magical secret books, and he felt so happy.

"Dear, when you have mastered the magical skills, remember to protect me."

After leaving the bookstore, Shumier and Little Bird held him with others, and the two of them accidentally started a new round of role-playing.

"It's necessary, I want to protect you for the rest of my life." Zhen Lang was not only so arrogant, but also so lewd: "I'll take time to study it in the future. Is the yang finger really useful? It will improve the quality of our couple's life..."

"Bad guy, stinky hooligan!" Shumier's face turned red suddenly.

The two of them are in love with each other and welcome the sunset together.

In fact, both of them knew that those secret books were not reliable at all.

But for them, the authenticity of martial arts secrets is not important.

What they buy is not a secret, but a feeling.

Many years later, this kind of sentiment will appreciate into memories of youth that even money can’t buy.

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The evening breeze blows the pine waves, and the sound of the wind chimes is like the sound of nature. Standing in the quiet place of this city, let all the noise go far away. Only the green mountains are hidden among the white clouds, and butterflies walk freely in the clear stream. Look at the sunset blooming in the sky, and there is a group of birds returning westward. Who paints this world, and paints me and you, making our world colorful. Who makes us cry, surprises us, and lets us fall in love and meet in this way. We always say goodbye, get together and separate, and always walk on the long road...

The above is a song by Xu Wei, called "Travel".

The sun sets, Zhen Lang and Shuimi'er sit in front of the inn window, looking at the vast sky above. In the room next to them, Mo Xiang and Ye Yingying are also doing what couples should do. Here, all the young people are always restless and noisy, because it is this land that makes them so uneasy.

Zhen Lang enjoyed the leisure of not having to play dungeons or arenas, and also seized every second he was with Shumier. The two of them actually sat here and snuggled up to each other until late at night, and experienced a sweetness in silent dependence.

Until 11:30 pm, when Shuimi'er went to take a bath, Zhen Lang finally couldn't calm down like many young people.

"Hehe, wife, I and those two little Sayuri have learned high-end output techniques these days. Do you want to try it?" Zhen Lang leaned over to the ever-changing goblin wearing a nightgown, and he was embarrassed and impatient to get on and offend.

"Take your thief away, it won't work tonight." Shumier refused.

"Why?" Zhen Lang was very disappointed.

Shuimi'er's little face turned slightly red: "That...that's coming."

Zhen Lang felt confused about life: "It's only the 15th today, didn't I come here on the 20th last time?"

Shuimi'er laughed and cried: "Idiot, do you think you are accurate to a month every time? Sometimes it's a few days earlier, and sometimes it's a few days later."

"That's how it is." Zhen Lang felt that he had learned new knowledge.

Shuimi'er pinched him: "It's all you, which makes people's endocrine disorders."

Zhen Lang couldn't refute, so he simply gave him warmth: "Then you have a good rest, why don't I give you a massage?"

Shuimi'er: "It smells so bad, you go and wash first."

Zhen Lang immediately ran to wash the brush. When he finished washing, he heard Shuimi'er calling a man.

It is not difficult to see how big the idol brother is, he is not jealous at all.

Because that man is Shumier's father.

It was just past the early morning and it was June 16, 2030.

This day happens to be Father's Day.

At midnight in China, there was still a sunny sky across the ocean, and Dad Shui was happily having a heart-to-heart talk with his daughter.

Zhen Lang had known for a long time that Shumier had a father who loved her very much and a very strict mother. Growing up in such a family, Shumier and her father had a more harmonious relationship. Unfortunately, Shumier's biological father was even more strict than Zhen Lang's uncle, and he could not make decisions on many things at home.

It is said that the daughter was the father’s lover in his previous life, and this is more or less reasonable.

Zhen Lang felt that when Shumier was on the phone with her father, she was even more tender than when she was with him.

At that moment, there was a strange gap in his heart.

This gap is not jealous, but comes from his inner lack.

Compared with normal people, he has more than less maternal love, even fatherly love.

Since the fourth grade of elementary school, every time the Chinese teacher asks the whole class to write an essay about Father's Day or write "My Father", Zhen Lang always handed in a blank piece of paper, and he really didn't know what to write.

Sometimes, there are always a few classmates who don’t know the truth and ask him like a filial son: “Father’s Day is here. Are you a little filial? Why don’t you call your dad?”

Zhen Lang always can't answer such a question.

In the eyes of most people, it is very difficult for Zhen Lang to implement it in detail. He doesn't know the phone number of the underworld office, nor does he know how to call a person who has been shot for more than ten years.

This night, Zhen Lang, who had experienced a psychological gap, had a mature idea.

He decided to call his uncle and thank his relative who has fulfilled his father's responsibilities to him for many years.

But when he picked up the phone, he still couldn't speak, and he always felt that no matter what he said, it would be too numb.

He was brewing and sent a text message: Uncle, Happy Father's Day...

[The beginning of this book is a little misunderstanding. May 16, 2030, it is actually Thursday, and the book is written as Saturday... Lao Niu specially searched for a 2030 calendar and made corrections in the later text. For example, June 5, 2030 is indeed the Dragon Boat Festival, and June 16 is indeed Father's Day... Well, the transition chapter ends here, and the new chapter will begin immediately.]
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