sbdcsierra Chapter 505 Who said March is not the emperor?
Chapter 505 Who said March is not the emperor?
"I've said it in plain words, An Ming is the Apricot Fish Maniac!"
into the night.
Inside the hotel in Luofu.
The hotel that Jing Yuan specially prepared for everyone on the Starry Sky Train was directly emptied of all other irrelevant personnel, which could be said to be a real private hotel.
You can choose any room you want here. There are chefs and service staff on the first floor, and a teahouse on the fifth floor where you can enjoy a cup of tea and the moon.
The location of the hotel is naturally excellent. You can see the beautiful night scenery of Luofu and the clear stream just by opening the window.
In this situation, it is natural to express one's emotions in a sentimental way, and when it comes to expressing one's emotions, drinking is of course inevitable.
Since ancient times, Luofu people have had the virtue of drinking and composing poetry. Taking advantage of the bright moon at night, on March 7th, they would pick up a pot of peach blossom wine and gulp it down.
After drinking, Ms. March 7 stood on the tea table on the fifth floor and loudly scolded An Ming's seven sins.
"That night, including me, there were four rounds of fighting, and An Ming was still determined to the end," San Yue Qi's face flushed red, and he continued to shout regardless of the helpless expressions of Fu Xuan and Robin in front of him:
"And that little Fu Xuan, he was just a small fry, but he still pretended to be fine. In fact, we all saw that he couldn't even stand up straight the next day, so he could only sit there pretending to like drinking tea!"
"puff..."
The robin couldn't help laughing, but soon he became serious, because he saw that the Lord Taibu next to him was starting to get a little angry again.
But when San Yueqi mentioned this, she remembered that it seemed to be true. Every time after that, Fu Xuan would especially like to drink tea, and would usually sit at the bar for half a day pretending nothing had happened.
"And you, robin! Don't think we don't know that you lose consciousness every time you cum. You are nothing but a piece of trash after all!"
"Alas, in the end, I am the only one who is the real king. You are just defeated under the bed. You are just trash and you are not worthy to fight against me."
Upon hearing this, Fu Xuan stopped being angry instantly and instead looked at the little bird next to him with a smile.
The robin puffed out his beak and held up his tea to show that he would not argue with the drunk man.
At this moment, Xing, who was sitting next to him, was already sweating profusely. Oh my god, the Drunken Swordsman Sanyueqi, his weakness breaking efficiency is even higher than that of Liuying. Is there any chance for the breaking team to survive?
But the biggest problem now is whether Xiao Sanyue can see the sun in Luofu tomorrow morning. Now he dares to comment on Fu Xuan and Sanyueqi even when he is drunk. I'm afraid he will point at Liuying's cavalry and call them trash next time.
She is really not afraid of the red-hot iron cavalry... She is worthy of being the Emperor of March. Next time, I will not let her drink no matter what.
"I feel like all Marches in the future can be designated as the exclusive month for March 7. In any March, An Ming will only belong to me. It makes sense, right?"
San Yue Qi drunkenly lay back on the chair, mumbling incoherently: "Xiao Xuanzi, bird maid, why are you waiting for a massage?"
Six hundred and sixty-six, this is not even worth pretending!
At this moment, Fu Xuan had already taken out the Sword of No Life, and Robin had also raised the Scepter of Harmony. In the next second, March Seventh would understand why peach blossoms were so red.
"Lord Fu Xuan!"
The voice arrived before the people from Qingque arrived. Ms. Queer felt the subtle atmosphere as soon as she went upstairs. Why was it such an awkward moment every time she came?
When San Yue Qi saw Qing Que, her eyes suddenly lit up. She trotted over and hugged Qing Que's arm, grinning and asking, "Little Qing Que, who do you think An Ming likes the most, me or that little Xuan Zi?"
Qingque: “???!”
The crisis radar of the Great Sanderling has reached the highest crisis level, SSS, and the red light is on. It is not good, very not good.
If I had known earlier, I should have stayed in Taibusi and corrected documents with Huohuo, and then come to see old lady Taibusi tomorrow. Every time she comes, it's like a hell of a scene. How can a little girl like me stand it?
Fu Xuan looked at Qingque with a kind smile, as if to say, you know what to choose.
And March Seven next to him should not be underestimated. There are no truly simple people in An Ming's Shura Field. At this time, there is only one thing to do!
"Damn it! There's a wanted criminal on the Starry Sky Train. We must report this to General Jing Yuan!"
Qingque showed a righteous expression, pushed Sanyueqi aside, and shouted at Fu Xuan: "You bold lunatic! How dare you be so presumptuous in front of me!"
A question mark popped up above Fu Xuan's head.
Taking advantage of Fu Xuan's confused moment, Qingque turned around and ran away without saying a word. If she didn't run now, when would she run? Was she going to wait for Fu Xuan to hit her on the head with the "Revised Edition of the Complete Divination Techniques"?
Xing was already browsing the Luofu Forum at this time. He clicked "Create New Post" and wrote the content "Which cemeteries in Luofu have good Feng Shui? My friend prefers one near a mountain or close to water." and sent it to the "Newbie Help" section in one go.
A true best friend will choose a perfect grave for her right before she dies, so that she doesn't have to die with regrets.
Xing looked up and found that Sanyueqi was giving her a silly smile. She smiled back at Sanyueqi and hoped that she would not jump off the building in shame when she woke up tomorrow morning. Fu Xuan and Robin would not really destroy Sanyueqi's body, but would record the whole process with the ultra-high-definition 1WK video recorder that Robin carried with him.
So the world's high-tech is great, even the dark history is top-notch super-super-clear, and it can even capture the trembling of March 7's eyelashes.
"I plan to play this 'hopeful' video on Xiao Sanyue's and Anming's faces next time it's her turn," the robin smiled elegantly, but his sinister side remained unchanged.
Fu Xuan said he had no objection, he just hoped that San Yue Qi would not be frightened to the point of fainting, or be so embarrassed that she would go into the bedroom and never come out again.
"You are not allowed to bully Xiao Sanyue!"
In response to this, San Yue Qi's best friend made an impassioned and righteous speech, "At least wait until I buy a grave!"
Fu Xuan took a sip of peach blossom wine and smiled, "How could that be? We were just teasing little March Moon." She and the robin would not really bully March Moon Seven, they just thought it was fun.
Robin also took a sip out of curiosity. He didn't drink it before in the restaurant. After all, after seeing Xing's miserable condition, no one would try it again.
Xing pinched Sanyueqi's cheek and couldn't help but smile as she looked at Sanyueqi who was already fast asleep in the recliner. Sometimes she felt that it would be good for little Sanyue to continue being silly like this.
There is a saying that makes sense: a beautiful girl’s face is not for crying.
Xing just hopes that March 7th can be happy every day, without being troubled by other things. It would be great if she can find someone she truly loves.
Although An Ming is a bit of a scoundrel, he does love every girl of his dreams seriously. Although Xing himself feels a little uncomfortable saying this, it is indeed the fact.
Fu Xuan looked at the robin again, "Hey, what do you think An Ming will do now after they parted lips for a long time?"
The little bird's cheeks were already a little red, and he stared at the moon with a slightly blurred look in his eyes, and whispered, "Separate and then reunite."
star:"......"
Not a sister, is this really something she can listen to?
Come to think of it, she was the only one present who had not been dreamed of by An Ming. It felt a little awkward. Why not go to Teacher Dan Heng to learn some Luofu history.
Xing regretted his decision after just a few steps. Instead of going to find Teacher Dan Heng, he might as well go to the streets of Luofu to find some Xingtian Yanwu limited edition trash cans.
Anyway, nothing serious can happen to Luofu before An Ming comes back. Xing has understood everything a long time ago. The Starry Sky Train alone is not enough. Lao Ming must be present for anything to happen.
"Hey - Lan, where is my hunting destiny?"
Standing on the balcony, Xing shouted to the sky, hoping that the Emperor Bow could hear her voice. Now that she was here, would it be ok for her not to take her own life?
A meteor streaked across the sky visibly, and then fell towards Xing's face -
Finally, it fell straight on the doorstep of the hotel, creating a big deep hole.
Xing was silent for a long time, then he retracted his head weakly and muttered quietly, "You shouldn't be so petty."
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An Ming is taking a bath.
The hot water sprayed out of the shower head, and naturally it got hotter and hotter the more I washed, making me feel like I was on fire.
The hot water not only failed to clear his mind, but made him impatient for the next plot. An Ming felt that it would be better not to take a shower.
Huang Quan sat on the edge of the bed in the bedroom, holding his mobile phone and trying hard to make up for relevant knowledge. However, since he seldom used search engines, the knowledge interfaces he found were extremely positive.
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The number of advertisements on the search page increased dramatically. Huang Quan turned off his phone helplessly and just sat quietly on the edge of the bed, thinking about nothing.
She had gotten used to not thinking about anything, after all, there were almost no memories to recall.
But after recovering all his memories about An Ming not long ago, Huang Quan felt extremely uncomfortable with the feeling of never forgetting again, and felt unfamiliar with the action of recalling.
The opening of Pandora's door made Huang Quan, who had long been accustomed to forgetting everything, feel a little confused.
To Huang Quan, memory is like sand in the palm of his hand. No matter how hard he tries to hold on to it, nothing can remain in his palm.
At least this moment, every moment she kissed and hugged An Ming, would never pass.
So when An Ming pushed open the bathroom door, Huang Quan's eyes showed a rare hint of nervousness. After all, that was indeed an unknown area for her.
Huang Quan stared at An Ming without blinking, as if he wanted to strip him naked with his eyes.
An Ming calmed himself down, walked to the window and closed the heavy curtains, then left only the small table lamp on the bedside table.
The lights in the room immediately became dim, and Huang Quan's nervousness gradually subsided.
"Mea Yi..."
An Ming gently held Huang Quan's hand and said, "My past experiences in Izumo are also important memories of mine." From this moment on, the memories will not decrease, but will only increase with time.
"Whether it's a happy memory or a sad one, I will remember everything I had with you."
"An Ming," Huang Quan held An Ming's face gently, "I just feel that it's really great to be able to think of you again."
Unlike the lonely Wangchuan, she is no longer alone, and new pictures begin to appear in her memories that were always filled with nothingness.
During that long period of time, she had no idea how far she would go in the future, what kind of scenery she would see, or how many hardships she would experience.
Before taking the first step out of the Wangchuan River, she only knew that if she kept moving forward, she would eventually meet him again.
Maybe the meeting in Izumo was just a coincidence in the cycle of reincarnation, but that love was by no means false. Even if the outcome of leaving Wangchuan was to be completely forgotten or never see each other again, Huangquan still chose to leave.
Just like she chose to stay in the Lethe for hundreds of Amber Ages.
Huang Quan has no memories, and there is no so-called past. In this long journey, she just keeps moving forward until she has traveled throughout the universe and met the most precious person in her life in Pinoconi.
Looking back on this long journey, it was indeed very hard, but Huang Quan has no regrets. She will make the same choice no matter how many times.
Just like no matter how many times he reincarnates, An Ming will burn everything he has to swing that sword towards the sun.
The hero knows that the road to salvation ends in death, but he will still embark on that path.
Huang Quan began to understand Ying's thoughts. She didn't want An Ming to be a hero who saves the world, she just wanted him to be an ordinary person.
She kissed An Ming's lips, a bright blush rose on her cheeks, and she kept kissing him deeper.
After their lips parted for a long time, Huang Quan's cheeks were flushed and he didn't know what to do, so An Ming naturally took over the leadership and used gentle movements to lead Huang Quan to feel the fusion of body and mind.
At this moment Huang Quan clearly understood that the sleeping she had searched for and the sleeping now were completely different things.
She had to bite her lower lip lightly to suppress the sound from coming out. Her skin, as white as milk, turned a faint red. In a trance, she even forgot what to do.
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It was not until Huang Quan woke up from his dream, looked at An Ming sleeping beside him, and the sunlight outside the curtains that he realized that a night had passed.
Huang Quan couldn't even remember what happened yesterday afternoon for a moment. He only remembered that his whole body felt soft as if it was soaked in a pile of cotton, and he could only let An Ming do whatever he wanted.
But what are the facts?
The first thing An Ming, who was standing next to him, did after waking up was to confirm Huang Quan's hair color, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. When he thought about what happened last night, he felt sweaty.
Everything was normal until the first attack, when Huang Quan's hair instantly turned gray, and his combat power suddenly increased to the level of a nightmare.
It can be said that the original situation was directly reversed. With the reversal of the two extremes, An Ming directly became the one below, with his two hands held down so tightly that he could not move at all.
An Ming is caught in an unprecedented crisis, and at a time when a man is most vulnerable!