How To Die As Heavy As Mount Tai

After opening the door, Lu Heng’s movement stopped.

At the doorway, a singer wearing a white moire robes is Duan Feiqing. Seeing his posture, I don’t know how long I stood in front of this door.

"How long have you been standing here?" Lu Heng opened his side and let Duan Feiqing enter the house.

"From the moment you close the door."

Lu Heng thought a little, he used his dinner to come up, and at least half an hour into the room, this person was so stupid standing in front of the door, I do not know what the past guests used to look at him. If Duan Feiqing was long and handsome, he was very good. I was afraid that someone had reported to the government that there was a flower thief in the inn.

"Then why don't you knock on the door, stupidly standing at the door?" Lu Heng lifted his chin and gestured to Duan Feiqing to sit down.

Duan Feiqing has a password and an action, but his eyes have been staring at Lu Heng. He has not removed half of the points: "You are going all the way, I don't want to disturb you."

He paused for a moment and felt that his behavior seemed a bit abrupt. He was afraid that Lu Heng was angry. He explained: "I always feel that some of the things are not true now, like in a dream. I am afraid that I will return to God to discover that this is only a mirror, but I will not control it. Living in front of your door, you can hear your voice inside, and make me feel a little better..."

This person is really not right, Lu Heng sees that although he is gentle and like dripping water, his eyes are a little crazy. He reached out and forced a shot at Duan Feiqing's eyebrows.

Duan Feiqing only felt that there was a pain in his forehead, and he returned from the state of some crazy people. He raised his hand in a reflective manner, but felt that his palm felt as smooth and cool as a jade. Duan Feiqing saw the hand in the palm of his hand. The fingers were long and powerful. The perfect shape of the nail may be due to the contact with poison all the year round. It is black and black and looks dangerous and beautiful.

Lu Heng saw Duan Feiqing staring at his hand in a focused manner, and he did not let go. He was a little uncomfortable to pull back, but he was shocked that his hand was held tighter and he was not angry with the words: "Hey, Han, men and women don't kiss."

Duan Feiqing was looked up and looked over. Then he smiled and said: "Isn't Miao people not so many men and women? I am your drug, and naturally it is a Miao."

It was this smile, and Lu Heng was uncomfortable when he saw it. But he immediately recovered from the state that was confused by the beauty, and felt that he was really guilty of the teacher, so the eyebrows were vertical and quite angry.

Duan Feiqing let go of his hand and said: "A Heng, when I am studying the magic of the heavens, I feel that I can't resist the violent desire in my heart. I have to bother you to look at me."

When he mentioned this, Lu Heng immediately took it seriously.

Listening to the party Qing Qing said that Duan Feiqing suffered an internal injury during the attack one year ago. After that, he retired several times. When he came out, the breath of the whole body made her look a little daunting. Later, there was a doctor who had been handed over to the Taishi for his diagnosis. He said that the previous internal injuries caused signs of ignorance.

Lu Heng remembered that when Duan Feiqing was practicing the magic of the gods, the entry into the country was getting more and more sure of the guess.

[Little assistant, is this flying qing is emptying? 】 Can not be determined by the soul, Lu Heng had to ask for help.

[I don't know, I don't know anything, anyway, the emotional line is broken, you just have to wait! The desire of the small assistant to upgrade the memory has lost, and he screamed at the forum. The title of the post is all well prepared, it is called: the dog male and male who are crazy about dog food, so treat only the little assistant who wants to upgrade the memory, your conscience will not hurt?

[...] Lu Heng, who was blocked by the assistants in one direction, the guess in his heart became affirmative.

At the beginning of the release of the soul of the soul has been enchanted, this magical spirit of the soul of the practice of the devil from the heart is the entry into the world. It is only this negative effect is unpredictable. If it is not the day that the magical heart can not stop once it is practiced, Lu Heng is also reluctant to let this person continue. Now I can only think of ways to suppress it.

However, Lu Heng pressed the segment of the Feifei pulse, and after the internal force circled, he found nothing unusual. The meridians are wide, the internal interest is thick, the operation is smooth and self-contained, and there is no sign of riots. He did not feel confident in the other side to explore the other side of Dantian, under the scrutiny, it is also the same as the general.

Duan Feiqing saw Lu Heng's brow head slightly, I don't know what he was thinking, he didn't want to interrupt the other's thoughts. However, Lu Heng’s hand is really subtle.

Only when the other side explored the internal force was searching for something wrong with himself, Duan Feiqing also had no intention of thinking about the other. Only at this moment, the internal force has been recovered, and Lu Heng’s hand is still attached to it.

The sweetheart put his hand in such awkward place, even if Duan Feiqing's self-control is so powerful, it is also a collapse. Duan Feiqing unmoved and moved, always felt that if he continued, his robes would probably not cover the rude.

"A Heng, what can be wrong?" He whispered, but the voice was not as clear as usual, with a bit of hoarseness.

Lu Heng returned to God and took back his hand. Listening to the voices of the people in front of me is a bit weird, and I don’t think much about it. Just because it was too long, I poured a cup of tea and handed it to Duan Feiqing.

"Under my investigation, I found nothing different." Lu Heng held his chin and his fingers consciously tapped on his lips. This is the habitual movement of his thinking in this world. Running smoothly, there should be no signs of ignorance. Do you really feel the desire to violently kill and kill?"

Duan Feiqing looked at the dark fingertips on the ruddy and full lips, and the strong visual impact made him know that he was rude, but he could not move his eyes. He wanted to answer Lu Heng’s question and opened his mouth, only to find that his throat was thirsty and he was not born.

Duan Feiqing drank the tea in the cup. The tea was a bit cold. It was just right for him at the moment: "This is not a fake. A few months ago, when I was retreating, I lost my mind. When I woke up, Above the wall is a raging sword mark."

"Is it true that the prescription of the **** doctor is really amazing." Lu Heng remembered what Fang Qingyi said, "but isn't the prescription still missing the most important drug guide?"

"No, my drug has arrived." Duan Feiqing whispered.

"Well?" Lu Heng's mind is still on the prescription. The drug cited above has long been extinct for many years.

"A Heng, you are my medicine."

Lu Heng looked at his star-like eyes, only focused on his own figure, full of tenderness and sweetness. He felt a hot face and wanted to say something. But see Duan Feiqing’s pupil shrinking, and his eyes are filled with anger: “Be careful!”

When the voice just fell, the people in front of him were gone. Lu Heng sat on the window and he felt that Duan Feiqing’s breath appeared behind him and stood up and turned. I saw Duan Feiqing blocking between himself and the window. He squeezed his right hand and his back muscles were tight. The whole person was ready to go.

"What's wrong?" Lu Heng asked.

Duan Feiqing opened his right hand, and several pieces of fine silver hairpins fell on the ground, and the blue light shining on the tip of the needle was quenched.

Before the paragraph Feiqing opened, there was a black man who broke through the window. Duan Feiqing changed quickly, and the shadow sword was never squirted. The dome was in the waist of the black man, and the black man was shot out of the window. Duan Feiqing knows that Lu Heng is a mess in addition to sputum and light weight, and the internal force is only used to check the situation of others.

In order to avoid the fight inside the house, he stepped forward and stopped directly at the window, killing the black people who tried to break in. He held the sword in his left hand, but he wore silver-silver gloves on his right hand. The sword is fierce, and the palm of the hand is heavy, and the window is kept tight.

Lu Heng stood behind Duan Feiqing and saw that the man was able to deal with these black people and did not intervene. He took the opportunity to observe the situation of the Tianmo in the fight. This day, the Magic Sutra is indeed very suitable for Duan Feiqing. Lu Hengguan is in the fight, his internal interest is thick, and the breath is not chaotic. Before the martial arts are abolished, the realm does not know how many grades have been raised. I am afraid that within a few years, his internal strength can be repaired. To the environment.

Coupled with the exquisite swordsmanship of Duanjia and the understanding of Duan Feiqing, it is a difficult enemy in the martial arts. It is only the desire of tyrannical killings caused by the magical thoughts of this day. It is always like a sword hanging from the top of the head. I don’t know when it will be cut down, causing Duan Feiqing to become a crazy person who only knows how to kill.

Things are a bit of a hassle.

Lu Heng’s whole mind was placed on Duan Feiqing, and the sound of the blade of the sword obscured the sound of the door being pushed open.

A touch of cold light hit the woman's neck that stood against the door. The tall woman's breath was illusory, and at first glance it was a man who could not learn martial arts. The black man's guess was completely flawless. The woman seemed to be attracted all the attention by the fight in front of the window. The tip of the sword was getting closer and closer to her back neck, but she did not notice it.

As long as the woman is taken down, and the degree of attention that Fei Qing has attached to her, she will surely get rid of it.

The tip of the sword is about to touch the woman's blue silk. The sneak attacker’s heart was happy, but he saw the braided hair accessory above the woman’s hairpin, and raised a tail to him, shining with a horrible black and red glow.

After hearing someone falling behind him, Lu Heng came back. He coveted the black man who fell to his feet, and saw the open door outside, standing with several people holding swords.

"Oh? You are taking this seat as a soft persimmon?" Lu Heng hooked his lips and looked at the black people who didn't know how to live.

The black men at the door looked at the companions on the ground and slowly turned into a pus, leaving only the clothes on the ground. This Miao girl is a master of 蛊! A few people looked at each other: "Withdraw!"

However, they did not notice that Lu Heng’s wrist was missing a few serpentine silver bracelets. Such negligence allowed them to pay the price of their lives. Those black people have not yet stepped out, and there seems to be a cold thing on the ankles. After that, they feel that the cold place is hurting, and then they fall into the eternal darkness.