I Have a Lot of Resurrection Coins

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　　 Looking at Qin'er who was lying on the bed, and knowing that Qin'er might really like him, Jiang Lin's mood was a bit complicated for a while.

　　 I remembered that when the old man Yue was coaxing herself, Qin'er was hesitant to say something but couldn't say anything, Jiang Lin knew that she was being used by the old man to silence her...

　　 But when the old man said that he was going to marry his "little granddaughter" to himself, Qin'er was first dumbfounded, then pleasantly surprised, and finally pleasantly shy...

　　 After that, even if her amnesia was coaxed by the old man again and again, she did not speak...it seems to have acquiesced to this fact...

　　 There is only one true appearance of all these!

　　 That is Qin'er just wants to use this opportunity to marry herself.

　　 In the future, even if you wait for your memory to recover, raw rice is not just cooked into cooked rice. After a year, your child will probably be soy sauce...

　　 "Oh...how can this be good...how does this silly girl like herself?"

　　 Jiang Lin sighed softly and pulled the hair beside her cheek behind her ear.

　　 Just when Jiang Lin was about to withdraw his hand, Jiang Lin's palm was already tightly hugged by the **** his chest, the corners of his mouth rose sweetly, and his ruddy lips and teeth were yelling vaguely.

　　Jiang Lin leaned close to listen, only to hear clearly that it was the word "senior"...

　　 "Silly girl."

　　 Jiang Lin gently squeezed her tender cheeks.

　　 The girl pouted, but when she smelled Jiang Lin's smell, she rubbed her face against his hand.

　　 Does Qin'er really like herself, or does she obscure her dependence on herself as a kind of love?

　　 Jianglin felt that he had to have a good talk with Qin'er.

　　 But the problem is that I am in a state of amnesia and cannot yet reveal my identity to Qin'er.

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　　Walking in the Longming Academy, Fang copied skirts and walked towards the Yishu Pavilion of Longming Academy. Only halfway through, Jiang Lin was holding a wooden sword and leaning against a tree, as if blocking halfway.

　　 "Old house, you just passed by, and you are not afraid of being hung up and beaten by the scholars of this college?"

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 Looking at the room copy skirt, Jiang Lin smiled.

　　 "It's okay, no matter what, my level is not bad, the old man really doesn't dare to mess around, but why are you here?" Fang Chaoqun asked curiously.

　　 "Didn't you tell me? Don't worry about you." Jiang Lin smiled.

　　 "You can get it, I'm afraid it's not your sister Moli and Miss Bai's Shura field that made you unable to stay and kicked you out."

　　 "Cough cough cough..." Jiang Lin coughed a few times, "You know a hammer, I'm understanding."

After 　　 Jianglin was driven away by Jiuyi, he really didn't know what he was doing, so I might as well look for a house and copy my skirt.

　　 He knew that Fang Chaoqun must be looking for the dean of Longming Academy.

　　Jiang Lin glanced at the road ahead: "How about? Let's go together? I just happen to have something to deal with. After all, it's in other people's territory. How easy we are to do things."

　　 "Let's go, go and see."

　　 Fang copied the skirt and did not refuse, and the two walked side by side.

　　 "But Lao Jiang, what's the matter with your wooden sword?"

　　 "Chuxue hasn't woken up for a long time, I can only get a wooden sword, how about it, is it enough for Niu Boyi?"

　　"..."

　　 "Really, even such a big person, I still like to be strong..." Jiuyi pouted her mouth and gently medicamented Jiang Lin, her eyes filled with gentle blame.

　　 "Master, please don't move, Mo Li can't take medicine anymore." Mo Li also put Jiang Lin's arm on him.

　　 The gentle and well-behaved Mo Li also pouted his mouth, giving Jiang Lin a strange look.

　　 Although Jiang Lin felt a little pain everywhere in his body, in comparison, the skirts in the courtyard next to him were much worse.

The Fangchao skirt was not only seriously injured, but also deliberately exerted force when applying the medicine. The Fangchao skirt was so painful that it screamed, and it was terrible...Even if it was heard across a courtyard wall. .

　　 Everything came from three days ago.

　　 Three days ago, Jiang Lin and Fang Chaoqun each covered half of Longming Academy with their own sword realms, and then began to play in the library.

　　Jiang Lin Kicking Hall is naturally because of Mo Li. Although the scholars did not bully Mo Li, on the contrary, they prepared a residence for Mo Li, but because Mo Li was a woman, they refused to argue. How can this be tolerated?

　　 On the contrary, this silly girl is still in Longming Academy, trying to impress with sincerity.

　　 But Jiang Lin doesn't care about that much, let's take a lesson first.

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 As for Fangzhao's skirt, although Fang Min died in front of Longming Academy in that life, Longming Academy never forced Fang Min, strictly speaking, At best, it is ignored.

　　 On the contrary, after Longming Academy had replaced Fang Min with his own life, it was an accident that such a deadly academy of Longming Academy actually let go of Fang's skirts.

　　 But Fangzhao skirt must still be uncomfortable, this uncomfortable is a bit unreasonable, but when does Jian Xiu need to talk too much?

　　 The girl is in the middle of her appearance, she is not so pretty, but the scroll air adds a lot to her.

　　 Seeing Jiang Lin and Fang's copy skirt~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The woman kneeling in front of the tombstone slowly got up, put the book in front of her, and bowed her body.

　　 Jianglin and Fangchao skirts are naturally also in return.

　　 "Are these two friends of Xiao Leng?" Seeing Jiang Lin and Fang copy their skirts, the woman smiled softly, as if she was happy to have a friend to pay memorial service for him.

　　 "A good friend is not a good friend, strictly speaking." Jiang Lin pointed his finger at the room beside him, "Strictly speaking, my buddy and the owner of the tombstone behind you are enemies."

　　 Room copy skirt: "..."

　　 The woman looked at Fang Du's skirt with a little surprise, looked carefully, and then smiled: "The son should be Fang Chu Jianxian."

　　 "Madam knows me?"

　　 Fangzhaoqun was a little surprised, Fangzhaoqun didn't have any impression of her, and the woman in front of her had no spiritual fluctuations at all, she was obviously a mortal.

　　 How can a mortal know himself thousands of years ago.

　　 "The concubine's name is Qin Ai. Thousands of years ago, she was also a monk. She is a mortal in this life, but she retains a little memory." The woman named Qin Ai smiled.

　　 Although the woman said it was light, Jiang Lin and Fang Chaoqun were surprised.

　　 To keep the memory of the past life is to know it by birth.

"Jiang Lin asked the students: "Your heart in Longming Academy is righteous, and you can destroy your passions and desires. Then if this world is about to be destroyed, there are two big ships that hold the last hope in the world. If the two ships die at the same time, you can only Save one ship, one of which has 10,000 people, and the other one with 100,000 people. Which one will you save?

　　 The old man said in a daze: "How did you answer?"

　　 "One hundred thousand people."

　　 "Continue."