Beilong did not ask Tang Ying if she killed Emperor Andre, nor did Tang Ying tell Beilong that she killed Emperor Andre.

They were all in the wine.

When two people are together in the end of the world, the weird Beilong is often smoking and Tang Ying is drinking.

But this time, Bei Long no longer shamelessly toasted with smoke, but instead made an invincible attempt to get drunk with Tang Ying for the first time.

Being a brother will have this life, but not the next life.

Bei Long and Tang Ying have been brothers for life, and they can continue their relationship in this life, so it is worth Bei Long breaking the precepts for this.

So Beilong, who was not drunk, got drunk, and forgot the years and forgot the rebirth.

He and Tang Ying lay on the green grass together, looking up at the night sky of April.

Side by shoulders, head against head.

Tang Ying had already drunk a lot of wine, but her fox eyes were bright, just like the brightest star in the night sky. Her voice was touching: "Aunt, do you remember? When I followed you on the first day of martial arts, you only glanced at me and shook your head and said that I had no talent..."

"You're drunk too much again..." Beilong's phoenix eyes narrowed into a line, and he smiled half drunk and half awake, "I'm not your aunt... I'm Xiaolong... Xiaolong... Xiaolong..."

Beilong's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally the sound was almost gone. Tang Ying tilted her little head to see Beilong. Seeing that Beilong's phoenix eyes were completely blurred, she murmured unconsciously and gradually fell asleep. Tang Ying looked at Beilong calmly. After a while, she raised the wine pot again, but she could no longer pour out a drop of wine...

The wine was gone, and the story had just begun. Tang Ying sighed quietly, gently relaxed her jade arm and picked up Beilong, which suddenly turned into a wisp of red smoke and dissipated. When it appeared again, it was already in the Wuhua Cave...

...

Tom, the commander of the US Special Operations Command, looked at the rows of hundreds of small blue bottles in front of him, frowned with thick eyebrows and asked, "Are all the smudges transported from the California Research Base here?"

"Yes General!" a colonel in a white coat replied: "Are we going to perform our superiors immediately?"

Tom nodded and looked back at the rows of large and round tiger and wolf troops behind the transparent glass wall:

"We have signed a life-and-death case. If this shot is done, it depends on them whether it is a dragon or a worm!"

...

It was dawn, and Bei Long was still dizzy when he left Tangjiabao. He hadn't been so drunk for many years.

However, there was no embarrassment, nor was there any drunkenness. When Bei Long woke up, he slept alone on the polar bear skin. Tang Ying was not in the Wuhua Cave. Bei Long happened to meet Tang Kun, the general manager of the inspection room. After asking, he found out that Tang Ying was in the practice room early in the morning to guide the martial arts of his direct descendants.

He asked Tang Kun to say goodbye to Tang Ying on his behalf, and went home with Victor who had been waiting for him for a night.

It was about 10 o'clock in the morning when Bellon and Victor came to Bellon Hotpot Restaurant, and it was not yet time for the guests.

As soon as he walked into the door, Bei Long was hugged by his mother who was flying over, and tears flashed in her mother's eyes:

"Boy! You're scared my mom to death!"

"Mom, don't worry, your son is lucky and will definitely live a hundred years old!" Bei Long smiled and hugged his mother and kissed her on his forehead. However, at this moment, a man who was neither too slow, cold, hot, nor salty, and not too quiet came from a corner of the hall: "I think, maybe it is."

Zhang Chunli was anxious at that time, rushed over and closed the fire, and said with a gloomy face: "It's not open today! Please!"

The man stood up with a helpless smile: "I was going toward the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch..."

"You sister Qu..." Zhang Chunli was so angry that she was about to curse, but suddenly she found that the man had disappeared.

Blinking his eyes, Zhang Chunli turned around and said to Bei Youfu, who had just moved out from behind the counter, "Old Bei, where is that person just now?"

"Yes, where is that person just now?" Bei Youfu was also confused. He originally wanted to come out to persuade him. As a businessman, he would make money by making good friends. It is better to resolve enemies than to make friends, but he didn't expect that the person would disappear in a blink of an eye.

"Forget it, no matter how much he is, the most important thing is that your son is back!" Zhang Chunli said and turned around: "Where is your son?"

"Yes, where is the son?" Bei Youfu was also confused: "Where did this foreigner come from?"

"I came with my son, probably my friend whom I made in a foreign country!" Zhang Chunli tried to communicate with Victor and found that Victor didn't even know anything about Chinese. She slapped her head and remembered: "I almost forgot that Nobita is also a foreigner, so I called him out to ask this foreigner!"

One minute later.

Nobita Ono: "Kune Qiwa..."

Victor: "Zidrasterwei..."

Nobita Ono: "…"

Victor: "…"

Bei Youfu Zhang Chunli: “…”

...

On the riverside of Binjiang Road, Beilong squinted his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man standing in the wind: "What do you call him?"

This middle-aged man is about forty years old, with a jade-like face, a starry-eyed look, gentle and elegant... In short, this kind of words can be put on him, especially because he has a good figure, wearing a slim black windbreaker, standing by the river, it has attracted many young girls, and it has attracted the covetousness of many middle-aged aunts. However, the long hair of the middle-aged man is far from his waist, which makes people unable to grasp his orientation, especially after Bei Long came over...

It immediately became a feast for the fujokovic girls, and they all figured out a story about romance and flowers...

The middle-aged man turned his head and looked straight at Bei Long, with an indelible melancholy at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows:

"Which level has your Fire Dragon Sutra been cultivated?"

Bei Long suddenly raised his sword eyebrows and looked at the middle-aged man with a straight look: "It turns out that the Ming Cult leader Wei is here!"

This middle-aged man is Wei Chunfeng, the contemporary leader of the Ming Cult, one of the six major sects in China. A meaningful smile appeared on the corner of Wei Chunfeng's mouth: "Aren't you afraid that I will take back what belongs to our Ming Cult?"

Beilong lit a cigarette and lay on the railing overlooking the surging Yangtze River: "I am lucky if I get it, but I am lucky if I lose it."

The "Fire Dragon True Sutra" does belong to the Ming Cult, but Beilong was gained openly. In the last end of the world, he was very kind to the Ming Cult. At that time, the leader of the Ming Cult presented the "Fire Dragon True Sutra" to him with both hands...

But he couldn't explain the truth to Wei Chunfeng, and even if he explained it, Wei Chunfeng wouldn't believe it.

Wei Chunfeng wants to take it back, there is nothing wrong with it! He is the leader of the Ming Cult and is qualified to take back the magical power of the Ming Cult!
Chapter completed!