Chapter 153 Dragon Flame Lizard

As soon as the sound of Ximen Kandan heard the sound, his scalp tightened for a moment. He looked up, but saw that his father Weimen Yong was wearing a square towel on his head and wearing soap shoes on his feet. He walked in slowly.

In addition, as soon as Ximen Yong entered the door, he saw that Ximen Kandan stood in front of a few cases, holding a piece of paper in his hand, and applauded his eyes on his eyes ... Ximen Yong's eyes immediately locked the paper!

"Kankan, what are you doing?" Ximen's eyes flashed and asked while walking.

"No ... nothing ..." If Simonkan is destroyed this paper, or splash ink directly, it is equivalent to not fighting.

But in case his father saw that he appeared in the Spring Palace, he would definitely hang him up and die ...

The power of the two harms is light, and Simonkan is still ready to destroy the painting!

But at this moment, Duan Rong suddenly grabbed the painting from his hands, put it on several cases, hanged his wrist with a pen, and sketched it ...

Siemenskan just wanted to stop, but saw Duan Rongbi walking away from the dragon snake. First, he drew a moon white wenwen suit for the naked Simonankan in the painting, and painted the tattered shirt in front of him in front of him. Then quickly outline, adding a few white hair into the green silk on the woman's shoulder, and then on the woman's back face, wrinkles were drawn. Nympho

Duan Rongfang had a good painting. Ximen Yong had reached a few cases. Duan Rong's pen was moved, but he pretended to be on the side of the painting side. I saw that he was in the blank space next to the painting and wrote: Suspecting is the suffering of the world. Mo Dao is not small, and the leaves are always close.

Ximen Yongxing looked at the paintings on several cases. I saw that the painting was actually Ximen Candan. I wore a monthly white wenwen suit, and beside Ximenkan was an old grandmother, Ximen Kankan helped to help with one hand hand in hand. In his waist, he seemed to help the old grandma and sat on a master chair in the hall. The old grandma of Hua Fa looked back at Ximenkan, and the eyes were sad ...

Ximen Yong looked again. The poem on the side of the painting nodded, and said, "This painting is very good, and the poems are particularly good! Good words and leaves always close love! Kankan, father told again and again Over you, we do business, the reputation is tight! Dad is often given these poor people in the disaster years.

"How do you call this elegant?" Ximen Yong's eyes moved towards Duan Rong and asked kindly.

"Xiaosheng Duan Rong, I have seen West Gate!"

Ximen Yong nodded. Duan Rong seemed to be similar to Simonkan, but he was quite accomplished in poetry and painting. Although he did not know much about the painting book, he only wrote the poems. The taste is obviously extraordinary, and the words are beaded.

"Kankan! In the future, I will travel with good teachers like Duan Yashi in the future, follow Jiang Qingyu, and run into the casino bristles every day." Ximen Yong glanced at Ximen Kan, Tao.

"Yes, the child knows."

Ximen Yong said: "Mount this painting and hang it on the flower hall of the main courtyard."

Smegkan heard the words, wiped a cold sweat on his forehead, and glanced at Duan Rong.

"Also, I want to tell you! For the father to go to the city for a few days, you carefully at home, don't cause trouble."

"My father only goes to the government to handle affairs, and the child must be optimistic about the family." Simon Kankan said well.

"Um." Ximenyong snorted in his throat, and took out a silver ticket from his sleeve, saying: "This is the monthly money of this month, save some flowers ..."

Ximen Yong put down the silver ticket, and raised his feet out of the snow.

Ximen Kakan sent Ximen Yong to leave, and then he turned his head to look at Duan Rong. At this time, he looked at Duan Rong's gaze, just like the gods!

Duan Rong himself was quite proud. It is all his thoughts!

He is so smart!

In the past, Cao Zijian, seven steps into poems, today ...

Duan Rong glanced at the distance from the door of the hall to before a few cases.

Even one or twenty steps, isn't it very good?

After Ximen Yong walked, Ximen Kandan talked with Duan Rong for a while, Duan Rong took the green porcelain bottle of Longyanzhi and left Ximen Mansion.

This dragon inflammation is a rare species produced in the Western Regions, fats of dragon inflammation lizards.

This lizard only survives a volcanic mouth in the Tiandai Mountains in the Western Regions. It is less than one foot in length and is a small lizard.

Although Duan Rong only purchased two dollars, this amount is the subcutaneous fat scraped from the seven or eight lizards. Guxian's remote realm of horn.

However, Ximen Candan saw that the cost price of Duan Rong only collected Duan Rong's 20,000 silver money. Duan Rong agreed to him, and the two boutique spring palace maps were deducted.

Duan Rong out of Ximen Mansion, hurriedly, first returned to the home of the original owner, Duan Rong closed the door and window, stood at the door of the east side, raised his eyes on the beam of the room, almost at the same time, his body was almost at the same time. In the shape of the ground, in the air, the toes are a little bit on the wall, and the shape is like a swallow to copy the water, passing by, and steadily falling on the beam of the room.

After devouring the proficient cloud snake steps, Duan Rong's light power obviously rose another level.

As soon as Duan Rong fell into the beam of his body, his body flickered. He stood at a certain corner, squatted down, unveiled a dark wooden scalp, and took out the human skin roll tires.

Duan Rong grabbed the people's leather rolls and fell lightly from the beam.

Use scissors to cut the second layer of exercises, cut it down, and then take out the sachets sent by Xiao Baiyu from the placket.

A perfect poem, a post, a content, a 6-9 book, a bar, take a look!

Duan Rong looked at the sachet in his hand, his eyes moved, and he sniffed it gently. The fragrance of the vanilla in the sachet had faded a lot. He thought that Xiao Baiqiao had been dead for almost two months.

The person is gone, and the fragrance is also fading...

Duan Rong sighed lightly, took out the first level of the Taizang Sutra from the sachet, put the second level of the practice that had just been cut on the table, and pressed it under the vanilla in the sachet...

Duan Rong pressed the sachet and put it back into the inner pocket of his clothes. Then he grabbed the large and small human skin scrolls on the table, and his figure suddenly flew up and stood on the beam. Duan Rong folded the human skin scroll in his hand and put it in the secret compartment. Then Duan Rong covered the wooden cover of the secret compartment, stood up, and used his feet to evenly spread the dust around the secret compartment, and then turned over and landed lightly.

Duan Rong locked the door, left the dilapidated courtyard of his original body, and went to Yuanshun Escort Agency.

Duan Rong returned to Liulu and locked the courtyard door. Then he sat on the armchair in the main hall, took out a cut piece of human skin scroll from the sachet, and read it carefully...

There are not only the formulas and hand seals of the second level of the Taizang Sutra, but also the method of using Longyanzhi...

Duan Rong sat on the armchair, his eyes flickered and he pondered for a while, then suddenly stood up, walked to the big water tank at the door of the kitchen, scooped a wooden basin of clear water, Duan Rong carried the basin of clear water, walked into the inner room, and put the basin of clear water in the corner.

Duan Rong turned and walked to the door of the main hall, his eyes swept over the high walls and weeping willows in the courtyard, closed the door, and inserted the bolt.

Then Duan Rong walked into the inner room, closed the doors and windows, and then stood by the bed, took off all his clothes one by one, until his underwear was taken off, and he was naked...