Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Since today is not Xiemu, most of the people who came to congratulate me were first-class butlers. Several officials and wives came in person, probably because of the presence of the princess.

The guests were gone, Fang Xing let Zhang Shuhui lie on the bed, and then let a small bed be placed on the side of the big bed.

Zhang Shuhui wondered: "What is your husband doing?"

Fang Xing personally spread the quilt, and smiled when he heard the words: "I sleep so loudly, I'm afraid it will crush you."

Zhang Shuhui's eyes reddened, and she groaned, "Husband, how can a concubine be so delicate."

"Well, well, you are not delicate, but the child is delicate."

Fang Xing knows more or less about pregnancy and the importance of keeping Zhang Shuhui in a good mood, so he won't argue with her.

Zhang Shuhui saw Xiaobai busy instructing the maid to move some taboo things out, so she whispered: "Husband, don't leave Xiaobai in the cold."

The relationship between wives and concubines is very delicate, but Zhang Shuhui is now in stock and has a lot of open-mindedness.

Fang Xing nodded. Since he accepted Xiaobai, he would naturally find a balance between his wives and concubines.

"Master, there is a bald head begging to see you."

Bald?

Fang Xing smiled and said, "Is it a monk who came along after hearing the news? Just let Uncle Jay come to entertain him."

The maid outside the door said: "Master, that man is not a monk, and Brother Seven said he is very powerful."

It's interesting!

Fang Xing explained that the two mothers were optimistic about Zhang Shuhui, and then went to the study first.

In the front hall, a bald man in a black robe was standing on the side, Xin Laoqi holding the handle of the knife in his hand, and said in a deep voice, "Dare to ask Mr. What's the matter?"

The man raised his head and looked out the door with a pair of indifferent eyes, "But is Xing Hebo here?"

"It is Fang, who dare to ask Mr.?"

Fang Xing approached the front hall, and when he touched the man's eyes, he felt that he had seen a blue lake with no bottom.

An East Asian race, but has a pair of blue eyes.

With a move of his eyes, the man said: "Dawei, Tatar's offering."

"You are not a Tatar!"

Fang Xing sat down in the main seat, and then asked, "What are you looking for?"

The so-called worship is roughly equivalent to a post of a national teacher.

Da E's gaze locked Fang Xing, and said in a somewhat feminine voice: "You are not a Ming person."

boom!

"Bold!"

Xin Laoqi drew his sword and pointed at Da Forehead, glaring at him.

The brush in the knife's hand is gone, and a throwing knife is turning between his fingers.

Fang Wu held a crossbow in his hand. If Lu Zhen saw it, he would definitely go to Zhu Di to impeach Fang Xing to rebel.

Dae was unmoved, just staring at Fang Xing, with the corners of his mouth slightly cocked, making his entire face appear vivid, and he was actually a handsome man.

Fang Xing smiled and said, "Why do you say this?"

The blue lake was calm, and Dae's gaze was like an ewe looking at a lamb, "You are not here. I don't know where you come from, but I know that you are not an ordinary person."

Fang Xing's mouth smiled and said, "Then who do you think I am?"

"You should have belonged to the heaven and the earth, but you have intervened in the worldly affairs. Would you like to go back with me? I will teach you the method of eternal standing between the heaven and the earth."

Seeing Fang Xing unmoved, Daehe's voice became a little sharp: "If you don't leave, you will bring disaster to Daming! Countless Ming people will die because of you, and countless cities crash in front of your eyes. If you collapse, you will become a sinner of the Han people!"

Fang Xing's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he sneered: "Then who are you?"

Da'e smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, and slowly said: "I am not a monk or a god. I travel around the world for freedom..."

"Ah!"

The knife at the door couldn't help screaming as he looked at Dar's hand, and Fang Wu was also a little dazed. Only Xin Laoqi, with only the neck of the forehead in his eyes, is the kingly way for him to study the angle from which to cut the sword at this moment.

Fang Xing's eyes shrank, watching a sprout slowly emerge from the palm of Da Fore's hand.

The young shoots are growing rapidly, and Dae looks at Fang Xing, "This is life, and it's your current state."

Fang Xing put his hand on his waist and moved slowly.

Da-e looked at the tender bud and smiled, and then said: "From life to death, it's a flash in the pan, but in an instant, you see..."

In Fang Xing's eyes, this young sprout suddenly flashed like an illusion when it had just grown buds but had not yet bloomed. When I looked again, Da-e's hands were empty.

"Do you understand?"

Da'e looked over forty years old, with a smile on his handsome face, and he couldn't help but feel close to him.

"Fuck!"

Fang Xing applauded softly: "A senior once said something like that, not for the monk, not for the Tao, jumped out of the Three Realms, not in the Five Elements, but he doesn't have your illusion skills. If you are bored, you can go find him. consult."

Da'e smiled slightly, "Where is that person?"

Fang Xing said, "Tianjie Temple, Monk Daoyan."

"Sure enough, an expert!"

Da'e got up and nodded slightly to Fang Xing, "If you don't return, catastrophe is imminent!"

As he said, he walked out, his back calmly.

"kill!"

Xin Laoqi had already seen Fang Xing's fear, which shocked him very much.

Fang Xing was able to talk freely even when facing Zhu Di, even playing a rogue, but he was actually afraid of this incongruous guy.

What else is there to say, even if it is disobedience, but Xin Laoqi has a murderous heart at this moment, and wants to kill this guy who makes Fang Xing jealous!

With a slash, Xin Laoqi didn't have the strength to stay. He felt a dangerous aura from his body. The staying strength was just looking for death.

"Damn it!"

In Fang Xing's eyes, Da's body suddenly accelerated, just in time for Xin Laoqi's knife to slash away. If he took advantage of this situation to make a move...

Fang Xing got up, stretched out his arm, his muzzle moved slightly with Da Fore's body.

Dao grabbed Xin Laoqi's neck with one claw, and the veins of the slender hand were now exposed.

"kill!"

Xin Laoqi discarded the knife and punched in one go.

"puff!"

After a blow, the two backed away.

"Farewell!"

Da'e nodded to Fang Xing, then moved his feet and rushed out of the front yard in the blink of an eye.

Fang Xing stared at his back ~www.NovelMTL.com~ and shouted: "Let's take a look with the knife."

The speed of the knife is not slow, even if it is in danger, it can escape back.

After the knife was gone, Fang Xing put the gun away and asked, "Old Qi, how's your hand?"

Xin Laoqi was thinking about the details of the match between the two just now, and he inadvertently stretched out his right hand. There were a few blood stains on the back of his hand, and his skin was sprawled.

"Seven brothers!"

Upon seeing this, Fang Wu hurried to find medicine to help Xin Laoqi treat the wound.

After the wound was treated, Xin Laoqi also thought about it clearly. He said, "Master, this person is like a fish. The small one can contend, but it can't beat him."

Fang Xing comforted: "You are still young. When you are as old as him, you will definitely be better than him."

After the knife came back, Fang Xing learned that Da'e had actually gone to the Tianjie Temple, and couldn't help but smile: "Although it is not Longtan Tiger's Den, it is not a good place to be, if Dae dares to do it, then he is dead! "