Chapter 3493

Kou Lili's pupils constricted, and her bad premonition became stronger and stronger. It was clear that Xianjun was still cold and solemn, but Kou Lili felt that she could not breathe under pressure. Even the air rolled the cold light inch by inch, making her almost suffocate. She tended to intuitively think that the people in front of her were extremely dangerous.

"No!" she subconsciously denied and dared not admit it.

"It doesn't matter." Yu Chen hung his eyes and said faintly. Behind him was the open mountains and forests, adding a bit of solitude, lined with snow and frost, cold and indifferent as if nine gods in the sky.

Whether it is or not, he doesn't know.

What ranbai doesn't want to say, he never asks.

But the person he cares about, others should never hurt her or hurt him.

Rao is cold hearted and cold hearted, but also selfish.

Selfishness is called,

——Dyed white.

She is all his favoritism and connivance.

The wind passed through the woods and the leaves rustled.

Xianjun snow clothes, hunting generates wind.

The eyes reflecting the cycle of the sun and the moon have no half temperature. The cold light of the blade flashed away.

"You hurt her and die."

There was no sound in the forest for a long time.

The sharp sword Qi startled the fallen leaves all over the sky.

…

Yu Chen came back from this trip,

There are only two purposes.

One is Kou Lili.

The second is

In the accident of the hot spring that night, the devil's body was frozen to a morbid temperature.

And why you can still practice without the golden elixir.

Yu Chen knows that the demon family has a forbidden art that can be practiced.

However, the damage to the cultivator is extremely high.

The abnormal reaction of dyed white is the same as the reverse phagocytosis of forbidden art.

Yu Chen has been looking for a way to break the prohibition of anti phagocytosis.

He finally found out the eyebrows.

Returning to the broken abyss is just to refine the antidote.

So Yufeng,

The sword Qi startles the flood, and the leaves in the sky are like rain.

The girl in white sat on the stone bench. The shadow falling from the shade of the tree was half divided on her. Her eyebrows and eyes were cold with snow, and her pupils were as light as glass. She quietly looked at the figure of the young man practicing sword, and her white fingers casually played with the medicine she had just prepared yesterday.

Jing Mo is a pharmacist. She doesn't need to practice sword like other disciples of Gu Yufeng. She is only responsible for treatment and medicine.

What's more, she practiced the demon domain sword technique. Xuanqingzong never used the demon force easily.

"Foam."

The voice falling from the ear is lazy and magnetic, with some unspeakable sexy, with a three-thirds evil and drunken smile.

After practicing the sword, the man threw the long sword beside her directly, then hugged the girl's slender waist from the back, and half wrapped her in his arms. Her movements were gentle and cherished, with a hidden desire for possession. Her delicate white jaw was placed on her thin and beautiful shoulder, her thin lips were close to Jingmo's ears, and her breath hit her side face, lingering with a clear and bewitching cold fragrance.

Obviously, it is a name that many people know, but when he reads it word by word, it always brings out a third of unspeakable affection.

Jing Mo lowered her eyes. Her eyes were light and cool. She was very serious with a small face. Her earlobes spread the beautiful crimson color. She hid a little and whispered, "don't make trouble, I itch."

Young Jian Xiu lazily raised his eyebrows, then very wild and bad circled the person in his arms, kissed the girl's slender neck with his side eyes, the tone was like a smile, and the meaning was unknown: "this is trouble? There are many places to make trouble in the future."

“……”

The girl pharmacist crossed the topic and put the medicine just prepared into twilight Ci's hand, "look."

Dusk CI still kept the posture of holding people. He was tall and bent down. His side face melted into the halo. He was cold, white and beautiful, his skin color was almost transparent, and the radian of his eyelashes was as tempting as butterfly wings. He took the girl's waist with one hand, lazily looked at the medicine forced into the palm of his hand, relaxed and turned around, and tutted.

He may have met his biggest rival in love.

Not yet.

Since Jing Mo knew that he knew a little about pharmacology, he often showed him the medicine every three or five times.

What can I do at dusk.

It's from his girl. Of course I have to accept it.

"Look at what potion." Twilight CI slowly clutched it in his hand, hugged the girl in his arms, whispered in her ear, with a provocative air sound, and a wild look of evil cunning: "look at me."

Jing Mo was quiet for a second or two, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

The shadows cast by the shade of the tree swayed with the breeze, and the light and shadow were mottled and jumping on the treetops. A few rays of sunlight fell down along the cracks of the branches and leaves of the trees, covering them in half light and half dark. The shadows of the two people were almost intertwined, like slowly getting on the ink, adding a few points of love.

"Come on." Twilight CI picked up the sword on one side. The blade was cold and sharp, reflecting the silver light. He directly picked up the girl lightly, with a specious smile on his thin lips: "senior brother taught you to practice sword."

The girl in white was stunned for a moment.

The young Jianxiu had slowly put the sharp long sword on Jingmo's hand. His slender fingers covered the girl's hand and let her hold the sword. All the breath fell on Jingmo's neck.

Jing Mo looked down at the hand overlapped on the hilt. The pupil was as clear as the stars, and the color was as light as glass. The end of the eye outlined a indifferent radian, but suddenly there was a thin light, "thank you, senior brother."

"You're welcome." Mu CI replied solemnly.

He took the girl half in his arms, held a sword together and danced in the falling flowers.

Their hair and clothes were entangled together. With each rotation of the clothes pendulum, the sword Qi swept across, as if startled, as if like a wandering dragon. A faint cold fragrance lingered in the air.

On several occasions, the girl almost hit Mu Ci's chest directly.

Jian Xiu narrowed his sharp and narrow eyes slightly, and his slender white fingertips rested on the slender and soft waist side under the girl's white clothes. Suddenly, he said in a dumb voice, "don't practice."

His voice was low, overflowing from his throat, rolling up and down with a delicate and sexy Adam's apple.

Jingmo didn't say anything yet.

A whirl of heaven and earth, twilight words directly pressed people on the nearby stone table.

The girl's snow clothes crossed a radian in the air, her back waist reached the edge of the stone table, her upper body fell back on the stone table, and her 3000 ink hair spread behind her, tiled on the table, lined with the cold white color of her skin. The eyebrows and eyes of Twilight words are reflected in the clear and cold eyes. The distance between them is close at hand. Even their breathing is intertwined, and they can hear each other's heartbeat.

At dusk, the color of his eyes became deeper and deeper. The light of his eyes crossed the girl's face inch by inch. He was very aggressive. His eyes were deep and bright. It seemed that there was a flame floating in it. He was full of evil. He leaned against the person, his tall white fingertips gently provoked the girl's jaw and smiled: "senior brother, now... I want to kiss you more."

Light and shadow crumpled and scattered on their figures. Their clothes overlapped and collided with the most lingering color.

The swords in their hands fell to the ground silently.

Breathing gradually became rapid, and the heart beat disorderly.