Chapter 391： Reality (1)

Chapter 391 Reality (1)

It’s like crying.

He waited for too long.

One year, two years, ten years, fifty years, one hundred years, and a whole thousand years.

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Follow-up of "Blackening Apprentice of Master Master":

Ning Yishu initially thought that it would take time for the resurrection.

He didn't dare to leave, and he dared not move her body easily.

Can only use her own spiritual power to comb her meridians and keep her away.

Sometimes I saw a few wrinkles on the face of Bai Weiwei, and I couldn’t help but use gentle spiritual power to smooth her.

Little by little, keep her body in the youngest and most beautiful state.

When Master returned, he saw that he was so young and beautiful.

I will be very happy.

She has always been like this, superficial and beautiful, and he knew very early that she liked people to praise her beauty.

"You are beautiful and have no light..."

"No one in this world can surpass your beauty."

"Women are ugly, men are mud pomace, who can compare you with a finger."

"Master, when are you coming back..."

He has been talking to her on his own words.

I hope she will one day open her eyes and be angry with him.

Or call him another sentence.

He must have been happy.

But waited for a long time, rain and sun, autumn leaves and winter snow.

Four seasons of reincarnation.

She is still a corpse.

Ning Yishu began to panic, but also crazy.

The terrible thought in his heart that he had never dared to face finally appeared.

Bai Weiwei could not be resurrected at all. He never forgetted that he had seen many ancient books.

He took away the magic weapon of the mysterious world.

So many things, so many books, there is no such way of resurrection that Bai Weiwei said.

It is not the process of entering the devil, he is very clear.

But because she is going to die, she said that he can only believe, and he does not dare to rebel.

Ning Yishu desperately pressed the restlessness in his heart, and he began to use the spiritual power to comb the meridians.

"No, you just need a little time, I can wait."

When the words just fell, I heard a low voice from the void: "Ning Yishu thief, I am coming to take your dog's life today."

Ning Yi has no expression to look up.

But I saw the top of the cliff, and there were countless monks flying in the dense sword.

The leader turned out to be the master of Yu Chen who was run by Bai Weiwei.

I heard that the raid attack, which caused him to be seriously injured, can only be closed.

Now retreating, this old turtle has actually broken through the simplification period and entered the period of integration.

When he went out, he gathered a group of disciples and grandchildren, vowing to kill Ning Yishu and Bai Weiwei.

The old tortoise was sitting on a huge flower, and he whispered: "I heard that Bai Weiwei is dead, and she is also a good life. I don't have to smelt my soul and enjoy the pain."

Ning Yishu was indifferent if he started.

When he heard this, he suddenly looked up and his eyes were full of anger.

"Who are you dead?"

The old tortoise is high, and the cold language says: "You hold a body yourself, and say who is dead. The apprentice of Bai Weiwei is not only a waste wood, but a fool."

When the words came out, everyone laughed.

Ning Yishu did not listen to the insults. He retorted. "My master will be resurrected, she will come back."

The old tortoise was determined, "Return? How did she come back? Her body has disappeared, and the body has no life."

Without a living body, it is impossible to accommodate any soul.

Even my own soul can't do it.

Five more bursts. The first is more.

(End of this chapter)