The ink painting was a little puzzled, and turned to look at Gu Changhuai.

Gu Changhuai hesitated for a moment, took out a token, and handed it to ink painting.

The token is made of white jade, which is shiny, but it is not engraved. I do n’t know what to do.

Ink painting took the token suspiciously and looked at it slightly, jumping in his heart, "Uncle Gu, this is ..."

"Chuan Book Order."

Gu Changhuai was a little reluctant, and said faintly:

"What's the matter in the future, use this jade to pass the book to me ..."

"But there are restrictions on this token, not too far. If you are not in the same state boundary, the news you send, I can't receive it ..."

"When executing official duties, sometimes I can't bring a book order, I can't receive it ..."

"Be careful when you use it, don't lose it, don't break it ..."

"Although it is only a book order, but it is not so good, especially this Tingzi special, good confidentiality, there is no place to buy it ..."

Although Gu Changhuai had a face, he was still unsatisfactory. He explained the precautions for ink paintings.

"Uh-huh!"

Mo painted the jade order, so happy.

Chuan Book Order!

This is full tail, complete, complete, full -featured pass order!

Mo painting both eyes are bright.

Gu Changhuai looked at the eyes of ink painting, and suddenly a little uneasy.

He suddenly felt that he seemed to ... he should not order this book to paint.

And this feeling is very strong.

It's like ...

You should not take the little white rabbit, feed the big gray wolf ...

This is his intuition as Daoting Dian Division.

But it has been sent out, you can't come back again.

This seems to ...

Gu Chang frowned.

At this moment, Mo painting seemed to notice Gu Changhuai's thoughts. The small hand brushed and pulled out a residual shadow to cover up the trend of Thunder and accepted the book order.

At all, he did not react to Gu Changhuai, and the time to regret, the booking order has entered the storage bag of ink painting!

"Thank you Uncle Gu!"

Mo painting is happy.

Gu Changhuai was stunned, and he could only hold his head in the scalp.

The Wenren in the carriage was a little surprised to see this scene.

Her cousin, she grew up watching from a young age, her temper was a bit lonely, her temperament was a bit arrogant, and she couldn't say two words to talk to people.

But I did not expect that he had a "good" relationship with Mo painting now.

I also took the initiative to give ink painting gifts.

The sun came out of the west.

It seems that my decision is right ...

Wenren's heart was comfortable.

Mo Hua took the book order, and said goodbye to Gu Changhuai, and boarded the Gu family's carriage. It was sent by Wen Renyu and returned to Taixu Gate with Yu Er.

It's late, and the night is getting deeper.

The carriage is driving along the road, with a long and dark dark night on both sides. On the night, there is a little yellow light.

Quiet and serene.

The carriage is accompanied by the horseshoe sound of "Ti Ti Ti", walking along the way.

On this day and one night, from the prison in Luanshan City to the ruins of Xie's family, we went back and forth to go back and forth.

At this time, when I was relaxed, my auntie was around, and the tiredness of tiredness struck.

Ink painting upper and lower eyelids fighting, after a while, she closed her eyes slowly, and fell asleep quietly.

He breathed well, and the dark eyelashes were reflected on Bai Nen's cheeks. It looked innocent and cute. In the light reflection, there was a bit of stunning.

Wen Renxuan glanced at it and was amazed in his heart.

This child is really beautiful.

The breath is correct, the eyebrows are soft, the two temperament is natural, and there is a clear beauty like jade.

At this time, I was still small, and my face was a little childish, and it seemed cute.

If you grow up, your appearance must be extremely handsome.

I don’t know which little girl will be cheaper in the future ...

He heard a smile on the corner of his mouth, thinking narrowly in his heart, and then gently painted ink, covering the blanket.

When Mo Hui woke up, it had reached too much.

He said goodbye to Wen Ren, and held Yu'er's hand and walked into the mountain gate of Taixu Gate.

Yuer was a little reluctant to be willing to kiss her, three steps and two steps back, her eyes were moist.

Wen Renyu was very reluctant, but she waved gently.

Under the mountains, the cold night wind gradually rose.

Wen Renyu was alone, standing in the night of the mountain at the foot of the mountain, watching Yu'er holding it by ink painting, and walking into the brightness of the lightness.

Nympho

The days after returning to Zongmen, as always.

Ink painting daily practice, his practice is slowly growing.

His array accomplishment is also deepening a little bit.

When he was free, he began to ponder, and Uncle Gu sent him the book order.

This is the first time he has used this book.

It can also be passed on by too much, but there are too many functions. The inner formation composition is too complicated. He can't understand it.

Unlike this book order in your hand, the function is simple and the structure is single.

At the time of passing the book, ink paintings can even perceive the manifestation of magnetic ink, the change of the magnetic pattern, and the weakness of the weak second lightning pattern.

The logic of the array of the book order is based on the general beacon of the flame yuan, but it must be more complicated.

In order to understand the application of this formation, and to inquire about the news of the Fire Buddha, ink painting is free, and try to send a message to Gu Changhuai:

"Uncle Gu."

Gu Changhuai didn't return.

After a while, ink painting sent another one, "Uncle Gu ..."

Gu Changhuai still didn't return.

"The book order is broken?"

"Not received?"

Mo painting muttered in his heart, he thought about it, and continued to send:

"Uncle Gu?"

"Uncle Gu?"

"Are you there?"

Maybe it was uncomfortable, and the opposite side finally replied:

"No."

Mo painting: "Are you not there, who returned to me?"

Gu Changhuai seemed to be angry enough. After a while, he slowed down and asked:

"What's up?"

Ink painting: "That black residue, find out?"

"Not, it's not so fast ..."
To be continued...