Zhao Ge: 29. Finally some gains

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Chu Zhiyuan has already gone back to the room, and Qin Jiu is the only one left on the deck to drink himself.

The spine is leaning against the rigid railing, and the nausea in the chest that the misty bird was thrown into a haze when trying to furiously still remains, the zhenqi in the veins is almost thirsty, after the qi is fully running The pubic area was burning hotly. Don't look at Jun Wan, Bai and Shen Changge, one by one, their expressions are as sullen as the okay person, but the situation is definitely no better than him.

Actually, you shouldn’t drink if you are seriously injured.

But Qin Jiu was drinking, taking one bite after another, pouring strong wine like nothing else.

There are not a few normal guys on the top of the entire flying boat. They are all arrogant **** with eyes higher than the top. They are as proficient as drinking water and eating, and gritting their teeth and gritting their teeth are extremely happy, saying an apology. However, it is more difficult than confronting the misty bird.

Speaking of which, I'm all dumbfounded by an idiot who doesn't want to take it off.

I was struggling to suffocate for more than ten years.

Qin Jiu can probably understand a bit of Jun Wanbai's hatred of Bailishu, and he can probably understand a bit of the reason why Hezhou and Li Xin are always trying to trouble Bailishu. In fact, as the core disciples of their generation, almost everyone has subtle emotions towards Bailishu.

Everyone competed vigorously with each other, always feeling that the position of the big brother is either his own or his own opponent. So everyone was violently and earnestly chasing me, and then suddenly there was a person who was born without warning and without reason, and easily took away the things that everyone was chasing for so long, and that person was still a pair. The look of indifference.

As a result, all the previous efforts and the harsh words between each other became a joke.

However, the person who was born out of the air always looks cold and indifferent. He has nothing in his eyes. He neither thinks that the identity of Jiuxuanmen is so great, nor does he participate in other people’s secrets. Fighting always gives people a condescending look down, which makes people feel aggrieved for no reason.

The feeling of suffocation is stuffy in the chest, and over time it becomes a beam that can't be put down.

However, Qin Jiu considers himself a calm outsider, he has no ambitions and only wants to make a fortune.

For a long time, he even thought that Jun Wanbai was a little bit funny about their targeting of Bailishu. Bailishu did not appear in front of people many times, but Qin Jiu had met Bailishu once by chance, because that meeting made him feel that any provocative hostility was meaningless to this person.

In a snowy winter, he occasionally met Bailishu when the Zongmen did not recruit apprentices. At that time, he was on the largest mountain in the Jiuxuanmen Snow, and while climbing up with his true energy, he drank a pot of bitter wine. The goose-feather snow fell suddenly and suddenly, Qin Jiu suddenly found that someone was already on the top of the mountain.

The man is dressed in a thick silver fox cloak, which is as chilling as a mortal and like a statue. When he heard the sound, the man turned his head and glanced at him, his eyes were cold and sharp like sunlight refracted from the top of a snow peak. At that time, he couldn't help but stop, only to feel the icy dregs of blood in his blood.

Qin Jiu always feels that people who can see the snow in the snow like a mortal, either have a lot of thoughts hidden in their heart, or they have nothing and nothing.

Thyme is undoubtedly the last one.

No matter how much provocation you do to a person who has nothing in your heart, no matter how much anger you vent, it is meaningless, just like you scream at a mountain, you will get nothing but your own echo. Da Shan will not have any emotions because of your anger, nor will he stop silent because of your yelling.

It's just that at this time, Qin Jiu finally felt the kind of aggrieved feeling of Jun Wanbai and the others for so many years.

No matter how you provoke the person, you can look indifferent, and you can't fall into the shadow of others. Even if the dust settles and proves your right, you don't need any apology from others.

A few of them are like "As a big brother, so we must protect the Jiuxuan disciples." Under the responsibility of "Being a big brother, we must protect the Jiuxuan disciples." Chu, as for the emotion of the sword itself, it has never been within his consideration.

I have to say that this attitude is really both frustrating and irritating.

Qin Jiu thought, picking up the black ashes left after the foggy bird's bones burned out on the deck.

When Qin Jiu was drunk on the deck, Jun Wanbai bandaged the wound in the room, and Shen Changge let the wound put a new poison on his fan, Li Xin meditated cross-legged, Chu Zhiyuan wiped himself as before. He Zhou is not in his room.

Bai Lishu is still sitting in his own separate pavilion, still near the window. Although he commanded a perfect battle, he finally shot an arrow to stop everything. He still couldn't see it. What a happy look. The tea in the ice-cracked teacup has cooled down completely, and the heat is no longer vented.

He closed his eyes, as if resting, but also thinking.

The "Golden Crow" was not put away by him, but lay on his side. Against the background of the snow-white fox felt, it became more and more dazzling. The longbow that has not been pulled off the bowstring is restrained, and it looks nothing special except for its gorgeousness.

For a moment, Bailishu opened his eyes, and took out something with his backhand—the jade box originally containing Tibetan Emperor Hualan gifted by Wen Renjiu. Di Hualan has already been used by him, and this dress in the jade box is something else.

A rectangular blood-red crystal with sharp edges and corners, which shines brightly with the light.

When the jade box was opened, the temperature of the surrounding air rose instantly. The blood-red crystal seemed to condense endless heat, and even the deep color seemed to be formed by flame compression.

As soon as the hot breath came out, Bai Lishu's face became paler.

He suppressed a few low coughs, and rubbed the edge of the jade box with his bloodless fingertips. The special thing about this crystal lies not only in the heat it contains, but also in the things sealed in it.

It was a misty phantom that had shrunk countless times.

Even if it has been reduced countless times, only a faint shadow remains, the majesty of the misty bird is still heavy and hideous.

But at the moment when the mist of the bird of prey breathed out, the "Golden Crow" placed on the side suddenly exploded with a stronger aura, and suppressed it with extreme dominance.

Feeling the confrontation between the breaths at close range, Bailishu coughed more and more severely. By the time he coughed up shocking blood, his face showed a bit of fatigue.

"I finally got something."

He whispered tiredly.

Boom boom boom.

A knock on the door rang.

Bai Li Shu pushed on the lid of the jade box, curbed the tiredness between his eyebrows, and said indifferently.