Eight Hills in the Eastern Jin Dynasty

He Lanmin was trembling with anger, her eyes widened, and even her long nails were pinched tightly in Xiaoyizhen’s swaddling. If it weren’t for the thick swaddling, I’m afraid that this one could pinch the baby out for life. Handicapped, she was almost roaring: "Old dead ghost, what are you talking nonsense? I, I am the number one beauty in the prairie, why didn't you say this **** when you seduce me in a fascinating way!"

The black robe smiled slightly: "Minmin, don't be angry, you will get old when you get angry. For a woman who is arrogant in appearance, being yellow is more terrible than anything else. Look, wrinkles are coming out!"

He Lanmin screamed and covered his face with one hand: "You, you are talking nonsense..."

The black robe's voice was like the cold and severe wind and snow in the twelfth month of winter, and it still got into He Lanmin's ears, so cruel, like an awl, piercing her heart: "Minmin, this person, can't help but accept the old, you and me. When you first met, you were a twenty-eight-year-old girl, and I was a man in his early forties and a healthy man. At that time, you and I were heroic beauties. How beautiful, but now, more than thirty years have passed, I Already an elder who is nearly 80 years old, and you, your son was older than you when he died two years ago, don't you, a Lent woman now, think it is a grassland flower that everyone is looking for?"

He Lanmin simply put Xiao Yizhen on the ground, covered her ears, and screamed: "Stop talking, you don't want to talk any more, I won't listen, I won't listen!"

Hei Pao sneered and said: "Yes, you did use all means to keep your beauty, eat the placenta, swallow the essence of men, and even for this you also practiced tongue skills that top prostitutes can't match. To be honest, This is the first time, you are the strongest of all the women I have ever seen, not one of them!"

He Lanmin's pink face was flushed, and he gritted his teeth: "The faceless and skinless old immortal, you said that the old lady is old, but what about yourself? The old age is dying, and the road is half of the old age, I am the most, how much do I have? Wrinkle, you, can you still lift that job?!"

In her anger, all the profanity proverbs were blurted out, accompanied by at least a dozen tribes' different curse language, even the straight thief in Chinese, the old man, these were also spewing out and poured into the black robe. Ears.

The black robe smiled and stood there with his arms folded until He Lanmin cursed slightly, dripping with sweat, holding on to the city wall with one hand, breathing there, while the two phoenix eyes still stared with hatred soaring to the sky. Wearing a black robe, like that, I can't wait to bite the man who insulted her to death!

Heipao smiled and shook his head, took off his mask, and revealed the face that described it as withered, like a thousand-year-old bark. He Lanmin saw his appearance, suddenly regained his energy, straightened up, and shook his hand. He pointed his waist and pointed the black robe, laughing: "Boss, look at you, you are almost eighty years old, you, you are obviously almost eight hundred years old, hahahahaha, you, you still Is it easy to walk? Do you want me to find you a cane?"

The black robe smiled slightly: "He Lanmin ah He Lanmin, I told you a long time ago that the body is nothing but a stinky skin. If you have the power of heaven and earth, there are ways to get your soul out of this skin and ascend into a god. , Over the years, didn’t you learn most of your beauty and charm techniques from me?"

He Lanmin sneered and said: "Those methods are just to slow down aging, and it is impossible to truly make people immortal. You have been deceiving yourself for so many years, saying that as long as the Ten Thousand Years of Peace Plan succeeds, you can become a god. Immortality, huh, it’s just a lie to ghosts, look at your current appearance, thinking that you will come back from death after taking a fake death medicine! Tell you, my mother’s family has been there for generations If you play this kind of witchcraft, you can be your master!"

Heipao smiled and shook his head. He stretched out his hand to wipe his face, and saw that dry bark-like skin suddenly cracked, not only his face, but his lifelessness, like chicken feet. The skin on his hand was also cracked in large areas, and almost all of his whole body exploded. He Lanmin was shocked, his eyes widened and his mouth opened wide, and he couldn't even speak.

It was almost like a snake shed its skin, and like a worm breaking through its cocoon and turning into a butterfly. In the process of falling off the dead skin, the figure of the black robe was not short, but became taller, with a grizzly lion’s mouth and thick eyebrows. Knife, a mouthful of white teeth, but the front teeth are still missing a large piece, which makes this body full of men's masculine beauty and strength appear to be a little short of regret. At this moment, standing in front of He Lanmin is no longer the eighty-year-old. He Lanmin was trembling with anger, her eyes widened, and even her long nails were pinched tightly in Xiaoyi’s real baby. If it weren’t for the thick baby, I’m afraid this one. Can pinch this baby out of life-long crippling, she is almost roaring: "Old dead ghost, what are you talking nonsense? I, I am the number one beauty in the prairie. When you seduce me in a fascination, why did you? Don't talk about this bullshit!"

The black robe smiled slightly: "Minmin, don't be angry, you will get old when you get angry. For a woman who is arrogant in appearance, being yellow is more terrible than anything else. Look, wrinkles are coming out!"

He Lanmin screamed and covered his face with one hand: "You, you are talking nonsense..."

The black robe's voice was like the cold and severe wind and snow in the twelfth month of winter, and it still got into He Lanmin's ears, so cruel, like an awl, piercing her heart: "Minmin, this person, can't help but accept the old, you and me. When you first met, you were a twenty-eight-year-old girl, and I was a man in his early forties and a healthy man. At that time, you and I were heroic beauties. How beautiful, but now, more than thirty years have passed, I Already an elder who is nearly 80 years old, and you, your son was older than you when he died two years ago, don't you, a Lent woman now, think it is a grassland flower that everyone is looking for?"

He Lanmin simply put Xiao Yizhen on the ground, covered her ears, and screamed: "Stop talking, you don't want to talk any more, I won't listen, I won't listen!"

Hei Pao sneered and said: "Yes, you did use all means to keep your beauty, eat the placenta, swallow the essence of men, and even for this you also practiced tongue skills that top prostitutes can't match. To be honest, This is the first time, you are the strongest of all the women I have ever seen, not one of them!"

He Lanmin's pink face was flushed, and he gritted his teeth: "The faceless and skinless old immortal, you said that the old lady is old, but what about yourself? The old age is dying, and the road is half of the old age, I am the most, how much do I have? Wrinkle, you, can you still lift that job?!"

In her anger, all the profanity proverbs were blurted out, accompanied by at least a dozen tribes' different curse language, even the straight thief in Chinese, the old man, these were also spewing out and poured into the black robe. Ears.

The black robe smiled and stood there with his arms folded until He Lanmin cursed slightly, dripping with sweat, holding on to the city wall with one hand, breathing there, while the two phoenix eyes still stared with hatred soaring to the sky. Wearing a black robe, like that, I can't wait to bite the man who insulted her to death!

Heipao smiled and shook his head, took off his mask, and revealed the face that described it as withered, like a thousand-year-old bark. He Lanmin saw his appearance, suddenly regained his energy, straightened up, and shook his hand. He pointed his waist and pointed the black robe, laughing: "Boss, look at you, you are almost eighty years old, you, you are obviously almost eight hundred years old, hahahahaha, you, you still Is it easy to walk? Do you want me to find you a cane?"

The black robe smiled slightly: "He Lanmin ah He Lanmin, I told you a long time ago that the body is nothing but a stinky skin. If you have the power of heaven and earth, there are ways to get your soul out of this skin and ascend into a god. , Over the years, didn’t you learn most of your beauty and charm techniques from me?"

He Lanmin sneered and said: "Those methods are just to slow down aging, and it is impossible to truly make people immortal. You have been deceiving yourself for so many years, saying that as long as the Ten Thousand Years of Peace Plan succeeds, you can become a god. Immortality, huh, it’s just a lie to ghosts, look at your current appearance, thinking that you will come back from death after taking a fake death medicine! Tell you, my mother’s family has been there for generations If you play this kind of witchcraft, you can be your master!"

Heipao smiled and shook his head. He stretched out his hand to wipe his face, and saw that dry bark-like skin suddenly cracked, not only his face, but his lifelessness, like chicken feet. The skin on his hand was also cracked in large areas, and almost all of his whole body exploded. He Lanmin was shocked, his eyes widened and his mouth opened wide, and he couldn't even speak.

It was almost like a snake shed its skin, and like a worm breaking through its cocoon and turning into a butterfly. In the process of falling off the dead skin, the figure of the black robe was not short, but became taller, with a grizzly lion’s mouth and thick eyebrows. Knife, a mouthful of white teeth, but the front teeth are still missing a large piece, which makes this body full of men's masculine beauty and strength appear to be a little short of regret. At this moment, standing in front of He Lanmin is no longer the eighty-year-old. It's old and old, but it's like a fake, just like the hero Murongchui when I first met more than 30 years ago!

He Lanmin was about to be petrified on the spot, she shook her head incredible, and finally could say something: "This, how is this possible, are you, are you a human, or a ghost?!"

The black robe looked up to the sky and laughed, the loudness of the sound, like thunder, and the shock of He Lanmin’s eardrums was tingling: "I am not a human, and I am not a ghost. I am Murongchui, 40-year-old Murongchui. The man you were, what do you say I am?!"

He Lanmin suddenly softened his knees with a plop, and knelt in front of Murongchui. He crawled out a few steps like a dog, hugged his thighs, and cried, "Heaven, earth, You finally opened your eyes. I’ve been waiting for this day in my dreams, and I know that my master, my god, you will eventually cultivate your body and become immortal, you are here to save me, to save this whole The **** of the Chengxianbei people!"

Heipao smiled, suddenly spoke, and uttered all the national curses of the dozen or so tribes just now. He Lanmin's face was red and hot, and with every curse of Heipao, he slapped herself severely. , Her long nails, with every slap, will leave a few red marks on her peerless face, and she will slap a dozen times. Not only do her cheeks bulge high, but she also adds a dozen more on her face. Bloody marks, it's really shameless to see people again.

Heipao smiled and looked at He Lanmin and continued to slap his mouth: "I said, Minmin, aren't you the most beautiful person? How can you see people in the future if you beat yourself up like a pig? It's almost enough, I don't care about a woman. These."

He Lanmin stopped her hand, raised her head, her eyes were full of joy, and her mouth and nose were bleeding: "It's okay, you can rejuvenate, and I can too, Brother Chu, you let me go back to the little girl back then, OK? ?"

, Just like the hero Murongchui when I first met more than 30 years ago!

He Lanmin was about to petrify on the spot~www.wuxiaspot.com~ She shook her head inconceivably, and finally could say something: "This, how is this possible, you, are you a human or a ghost?!"

The black robe looked up to the sky and laughed, the loudness of the sound, like thunder, and the shock of He Lanmin’s eardrums was tingling: "I am not a human, and I am not a ghost. I am Murongchui, 40-year-old Murongchui. The man you were, what do you say I am?!"

He Lanmin suddenly softened his knees with a plop, and knelt in front of Murongchui. He crawled out a few steps like a dog, hugged his thighs, and cried, "Heaven, earth, You finally opened your eyes. I’ve been waiting for this day in my dreams, and I know that my master, my god, you will eventually cultivate your body and become immortal, you are here to save me, to save this whole The **** of the Chengxianbei people!"

Heipao smiled, suddenly spoke, and uttered all the national curses of the dozen or so tribes just now. He Lanmin's face was red and hot, and with every curse of Heipao, he slapped herself severely. , Her long nails, with every slap, will leave a few red marks on her peerless face, and she will slap a dozen times. Not only do her cheeks bulge high, but she also adds a dozen more on her face. Bloody marks, it's really shameless to see people again.

Heipao smiled and looked at He Lanmin and continued to slap his mouth: "I said, Minmin, aren't you the most beautiful person? How can you see people in the future if you beat yourself up like a pig? It's almost enough, I don't care about a woman. These."

He Lanmin stopped her hand, raised her head, her eyes were full of joy, and her mouth and nose were bleeding: "It's okay, you can rejuvenate, and I can too, Brother Chu, you let me go back to the little girl back then, OK? ?"