I Have a Lot of Resurrection Coins

On the corner of the street, two elders squatted together, biting meat buns in their hands, watching the girls coming and going on the street.

The girls on the street are conservative, some in long skirts, and some are more open, in JK uniforms, Lolita, and cheongsam.

The girls in short skirts have long legs wrapped in a pair of knee-high stockings, and the looming absolute realm reveals a touch of whiteness, giving people infinite reverie.

These strange costumes spread from Chunfeng Tower, all of which were designed by Jiang Lin, and then handed over to Aunt Lin for implementation.

Originally, Chunfeng Building was used to increase turnover. However, because the styles are novel and beautiful, and the magic sect is not as conservative as the decent, it is naturally loved by the majority of girls, and the appearance of the girls of the sun and the moon is generally high, which has become a beautiful landscape.

Of course, it also caters to the appetites of major lsp...

"Lao Fang, you also said that you don't know how to use swordsmanship."

After looking at Fang's skirt, he took a bite of the steamed bun, Jiang Lin laughed and said that this guy's sword aura revealed determination again, and it was more like a kind of mellow wine, which felt a bit of a story.

"Stop talking."

Fang Chaoqun wiped his face in melancholy.

"This is a sad story."

After revealing his identity, Fang Chaoqun didn't feel awkward.

In fact, strictly speaking, there is no exposure or exposure. Fang Chaoqun believes that Brother Jiang vaguely doubted the identity of himself and others a long time ago.

A gust of wind blew gently from the street, and the skirt of a beautiful girl wearing a short pleated skirt was gently blown up. Jiang Lin and Fang Chaoqun stretched their necks at the same time.

The girl hurriedly pressed the hem of the skirt, followed the two wretched eyes and cursed a few "rascals", and blushed and ran away.

"Pink."

"Well, with blue stripes."

The two gentlemen commented at the same time.

"Would you like to drink?" After a little episode, Jiang Lin returned to the topic again.

Jiang Lin's meaning is very clear: "Would you like to drink? I invite you, and then you tell me a story."

"How about the wine?"

"The daughter of Hong in 1982."

"Give me an altar."

"Where are melon seeds?"

"I prefer to knock watermelon seeds."

Jiang Linbai glanced at this alien: "I like sunflower seeds."

So, the two of them squatted down the street to eat buns and sat in front of the door of Chen's Mansion, knocking the seeds while drinking.

Xiaohua impatiently made a saltwater duck for the two guys, and then slammed the door shut.

"Your wife is still in there?" Fangchao asked, eating the salt water duck and drinking wine.

"Yeah." Jiang Lin nodded.

"Your wife and your other wife's mother are discussing life. Seriously, Lao Jiang, I admire you..."

"Stop talking." Jiang Lin sighed softly, "I have a headache..."

"By the way, Xiaohua would be your housekeeper, right?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Because Xiao Hua was originally Xiao Jia's personal maid, but I heard that your Xiao Jia has always been treated like an older sister."

"Uh... let's go..." Cold sweat broke out on Jiang Lin's forehead.

My own married couple can't deal with it by themselves, and now there is a Xiaohua sister, I'm afraid this is not to hammer herself into adulthood.

"Forget it, don't talk about it, and tell your story quickly, I'm very busy."

Jiang Lin turned the topic.

As Aunt Lin said before, Fang Tiaoqun was always on his mind, and it seemed that he had to discuss it with himself, but he still didn't make up his mind to speak up.

In other words, in fact, copying skirts is an escape.

Perhaps in Fangchao's heart, he was waiting for himself to force him and "force" him to say it.

Although this is a bit hypocritical, but for men, someone must push behind them, otherwise they will never take that step.

Just as not long ago, Jiang Lin found a house to copy his skirts and went to the wasteland to learn from each other.

If Fang Chaoqun didn't want to reveal his identity, then Jiang Lin could guarantee that even if he drew his sword on his neck, he would not pick up the wooden stick.

But in the end he picked it up. It seemed that he was "forced" by himself. In fact, under his own push, he unknowingly obeyed his heart and made a choice.

"Lao Jiang, this is actually a very long story."

Jiang Lin gave a white glance: "Then make a long story short!"

Fang Chaoqun thought for a while, and organized the following language: "I am actually a very powerful sword repairman, and then my life was broken, and I am here to take care of my life."

"You should be more complicated."

"Yeah."

Fang Chao skirt grabbed a chicken leg and slowly fell into his own memory killing.

"I am actually a sword repairman from Longmingzhou. Many people say that I am a genius of swordsmanship. To tell you, Lao Jiang, you were not born at the time. I can say to the sword repairers of the same age,'Everyone here. , It's all spicy chicken...' And after I said it, others could only endure it.

At that time, I was so energetic, Lao Jiang, don't you know, I don't know how many fairies want to give me monkeys... Even the current lord of Huanxi Sect, when he saw me, his legs were directly weak... "

"Can we talk about the main point?"

"Ahem..."

Fang Chaoqun coughed a few times.

"Anyway~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I was called a strong back then."

"Everyone thinks that I will become another Ascension Realm Swordsman. Actually, I think so too..."

Fang Diaoqun raised his head and looked at the sky, his tone gradually becoming deeper. Jiang Lin knew that this guy was really about to start talking about the deepest thing hidden in his heart.

"Lao Jiang, you know, I have a younger sister, but it's not my sister, but the cousin of a brother.

During one mission, my brother died, and I promised him to take good care of her sister.

She is Fang Min...

When I went to receive mercy, she was only three years old, small, very cute, and to my surprise, she was extremely talented in kendo.

I brought her back to the sect. As the Yupu Realm, I have already opened up a new mountain alone, but I haven't received a disciple.

Mimi is my first disciple, although she has no blood relationship with me at all, but to me, she is equal to my sister.

I taught her the swordsmanship. She learned quickly and was very well-behaved. As time passed, the compassion became more and more slender.

But what I didn’t expect was that I regarded Mimmy as my sister, but Mimmy didn’t seem to think of me that way...

When I was chatting with some girls, Mian Mian would pouting a small mouth on the side. Whenever a woman was more affectionate with me, Mian Mian would always hold my arm and look at those women like thieves...

At first I didn't care, thinking that compassion was just a lack of security, like my sister's dependence on her brother.

But until that time, I went to Wanli City to experience..."