Chapter 1212
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"This is baqizun! It's not a damaged house! It's not a place where you can run around!"
"Do you know that if you run around like this, you may touch the mechanism! At that time, even the immortal Luo will not be able to save your life!"
Sun Wenzhe finished, grabbed sun Zhengshi and sat in a chair.
Originally, I thought that sun Zheng's poetry would be the same as before. When he said a word, he would come back.
As a result, I didn't hear the picture I imagined. Instead, I saw sun Zheng's face. I knew, I understood, I knew I was wrong.
And he nodded weakly, feeling a little depressed: "I know. Someone has warned me. I know there are mechanisms everywhere in this baqizun..."
"Someone?"
Sun Wenzhe looked at Sun Zheng's poem strangely: "who did you meet?"
"Just..."
As soon as sun Zheng's poem was about to say it, he suddenly remembered something and stopped. Words to mouth, or hold back, did not give people out.
His lips trembled slightly twice, and finally closed. Then he hesitated and wanted to skip the matter: "there is no one, just... I met a disciple of Baqi Zun on the road, who told me..."
Sun Zhengshi's perfunctory and stammering answer made sun Wenzhe obviously not believe it.
Sun Zhengshi is his own sister, who grew up together. What is there about sun Zheng's poems that he can't understand?
As long as sun Zheng's poems lie, they will stammer and look evasive.
However, sun Wenzhe also knows sun Zheng's poems.
She would rather tell a lie than tell the man's name. I'm afraid he is holding an iron stick and wants to pry sun Zhengshi's mouth open. Sun Zhengshi won't say the man's name.
"That's what baqizun's disciple said. The man brought me back," Sun Zhengshi wanted to pass the matter over. Looking at the outside sky, he suddenly stretched out his hand and patted on the table. "Oh, I've been hurt. It seems that he forgot to watch the game!"
Sun Wenzhe was shocked by sun Zhengshi's startled behavior: "the game has long been over, and you can't see it if you want to see it. Rui Wang Shizi has won the game and entered the finals."
Listening to what sun Wenzhe said, sun Zheng's poem turned his mouth, with some disgusting flavor: "who asks him again, I don't care if he has entered the finals. What I want to see is mu... Xue Sheng's game!"
"Did she win?"
When the name reached his mouth, he immediately swallowed it. Sun Zheng's heart was a little relieved. Fortunately, he reacted quickly!
However, looking at Sun Zheng's poetry like this, sun Wenzhe also sighed heavily: "don't you think you care too much about Xue Sheng? You know very well in your heart that Xue Sheng is not at all, not Murong Sheng, you shouldn't..."
Before sun Wenzhe finished his words, he was interrupted by sun Zheng's poems.
"Who says she's not! I think she's probably, absolutely!"
Sun Zhengshi thought that Xue Sheng could hand over her name at once. She was torturing this thing all day.
The more you think about it, the more likely it is!
Xue Sheng is definitely Murong Sheng's!
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"This is baqizun! It's not a damaged house! It's not a place where you can run around!"
"Do you know that if you run around like this, you may touch the mechanism! At that time, even the immortal Luo will not be able to save your life!"
Sun Wenzhe finished, grabbed sun Zhengshi and sat in a chair.
Originally, I thought that sun Zheng's poetry would be the same as before. When he said a word, he would come back.
As a result, I didn't hear the picture I imagined. Instead, I saw sun Zheng's face. I knew, I understood, I knew I was wrong.
And he nodded weakly, feeling a little depressed: "I know. Someone has warned me. I know there are mechanisms everywhere in this baqizun..."
"Someone?"
Sun Wenzhe looked at Sun Zheng's poem strangely: "who did you meet?"
"Just..."
As soon as sun Zheng's poem was about to say it, he suddenly remembered something and stopped. Words to mouth, or hold back, did not give people out.
His lips trembled slightly twice, and finally closed. Then he hesitated and wanted to skip the matter: "there is no one, just... I met a disciple of Baqi Zun on the road, who told me..."
Sun Zhengshi's perfunctory and stammering answer made sun Wenzhe obviously not believe it.
Sun Zhengshi is his own sister, who grew up together. What is there about sun Zheng's poems that he can't understand?
As long as sun Zheng's poems lie, they will stammer and look evasive.
However, sun Wenzhe also knows sun Zheng's poems.
She would rather tell a lie than tell the man's name. I'm afraid he is holding an iron stick and wants to pry sun Zhengshi's mouth open. Sun Zhengshi won't say the man's name.
"That's what baqizun's disciple said. The man brought me back," Sun Zhengshi wanted to pass the matter over. Looking at the outside sky, he suddenly stretched out his hand and patted on the table. "Oh, I've been hurt. It seems that he forgot to watch the game!"
Sun Wenzhe was shocked by sun Zhengshi's startled behavior: "the game has long been over, and you can't see it if you want to see it. Rui Wang Shizi has won the game and entered the finals."
Listening to what sun Wenzhe said, sun Zheng's poem turned his mouth, with some disgusting flavor: "who asks him again, I don't care if he has entered the finals. What I want to see is mu... Xue Sheng's game!"
"Did she win?"
When the name reached his mouth, he immediately swallowed it. Sun Zheng's heart was a little relieved. Fortunately, he reacted quickly!
However, looking at Sun Zheng's poetry like this, sun Wenzhe also sighed heavily: "don't you think you care too much about Xue Sheng? You know very well in your heart that Xue Sheng is not at all, not Murong Sheng, you shouldn't..."
Before sun Wenzhe finished his words, he was interrupted by sun Zheng's poems.
"Who says she's not! I think she's probably, absolutely!"
Sun Zhengshi thought that Xue Sheng could hand over her name at once. She was torturing this thing all day.
The more you think about it, the more likely it is!
Xue Sheng is definitely Murong Sheng's!
"This is baqizun! It's not a damaged house! It's not a place where you can run around!""Do you know that if you run around like this, you may touch the mechanism! At that time, even the immortal Luo will not be able to save your life!"Sun Wenzhe finished, grabbed sun Zhengshi and sat in a chair.Originally, I thought that sun Zheng's poetry would be the same as before. When he said a word, he would come back.As a result, I didn't hear the picture I imagined. Instead, I saw sun Zheng's face. I knew, I understood, I knew I was wrong.And he nodded weakly, feeling a little depressed: "I know. Someone has warned me. I know there are mechanisms everywhere in this baqizun...""Someone?"Sun Wenzhe looked at Sun Zheng's poem strangely: "who did you meet?""Just..."As soon as sun Zheng's poem was about to say it, he suddenly remembered something and stopped. Words to mouth, or hold back, did not give people out.His lips trembled slightly twice, and finally closed. Then he hesitated and wanted to skip the matter: "there is no one, just... I met a disciple of Baqi Zun on the road, who told me..."Sun Zhengshi's perfunctory and stammering answer made sun Wenzhe obviously not believe it.Sun Zhengshi is his own sister, who grew up together. What is there about sun Zheng's poems that he can't understand?As long as sun Zheng's poems lie, they will stammer and look evasive.However, sun Wenzhe also knows sun Zheng's poems.She would rather tell a lie than tell the man's name. I'm afraid he is holding an iron stick and wants to pry sun Zhengshi's mouth open. Sun Zhengshi won't say the man's name."That's what baqizun's disciple said. The man brought me back," Sun Zhengshi wanted to pass the matter over. Looking at the outside sky, he suddenly stretched out his hand and patted on the table. "Oh, I've been hurt. It seems that he forgot to watch the game!"Sun Wenzhe was shocked by sun Zhengshi's startled behavior: "the game has long been over, and you can't see it if you want to see it. Rui Wang Shizi has won the game and entered the finals."Listening to what sun Wenzhe said, sun Zheng's poem turned his mouth, with some disgusting flavor: "who asks him again, I don't care if he has entered the finals. What I want to see is mu... Xue Sheng's game!""Did she win?"When the name reached his mouth, he immediately swallowed it. Sun Zheng's heart was a little relieved. Fortunately, he reacted quickly!However, looking at Sun Zheng's poetry like this, sun Wenzhe also sighed heavily: "don't you think you care too much about Xue Sheng? You know very well in your heart that Xue Sheng is not at all, not Murong Sheng, you shouldn't..."Before sun Wenzhe finished his words, he was interrupted by sun Zheng's poems."Who says she's not! I think she's probably, absolutely!"Sun Zhengshi thought that Xue Sheng could hand over her name at once. She was torturing this thing all day.The more you think about it, the more likely it is!Xue Sheng is definitely Murong Sheng's!
