Hu Guangli: "Today, my disciple has practiced basic swordsmanship ninety-nine and eighty-one times. Is the master still satisfied?"
Lian Yuan: "Yeah, double it."
Hu Guangli: QAQ
Hu Guangli: "But my wife said she would take me to hunt pheasants."
Zhao Yi hugged Lian Yuan and raised her eyebrows: "Who do you call Master's Wife?"
Lian Yuan's expression did not change: "You are going to hunt pheasants. That's very good. Help me bring back a jar of green plum wine."
Zhao Yi: "Okay, dear!"
Hu Guangli: = =+
Hu Guangli originally thought that being an ever-bright lamp shining warmly on his master and his wife would be the highest state of his life.
"Draw your sword." The man opposite was handsome and handsome, with light eyebrows, and drew his sword towards him.
"One thousand seven hundred and thirty-one, Sword Madman, I didn't know you were so free."
"If you lose, come home with me."
"Come here if you have the guts! A hundred-year-old brat!"
From then on, Hu Guangli and Madman Jian lived a happy life.
Main CP: Naturally indifferent, loyal dog and swordsman in his youth + handsome, suave and unruly son, swordsman suffers
There are many associate CPs, there is always one that suits you.
Instructions for consumption:
1. The full text is as relaxing as the title, and there is really no shocking conspiracy that makes the world tremble. I just want to write a story about meeting various people and things in the world of immortality and talking about love. (-ω-)
2. Although it is a fairy tale, it is not an upgrade style. It has a dash of the unrestrained heroism of martial arts. (((O(*·▽·*)o)))
3. The author's handwriting is poor and he has saved the manuscript. As long as one person comments, this article will never be fooled.
See the little angels here, Bihart, love you! O(≧v≦)o