Chapter 2341： High Cold Master's Little Fox (22)

Chapter 2341 Little Cold Fox (22)

However, the immortals who are already close to the fairy robbers are still indifferent and look at them.

The rich and pleasant lotus aroma in the air.

Constantly eroding those black shadows.

Here is where his heart is.

Six hundred years ago, he had been in the magic for a while.

At that time, he did, and he still remembered clearly after waking up.

He trapped the town and used the supreme instrument of the Tianshu Temple to turn it into a gray area where the human world, the fairy world, and the devil world could not reach.

The people here are all suffering from skin cramps and bones.

But not to die.

Once and for all, the body is broken.

The soul is still here, and this day is suffering from this terrible torture.

And the hunger and thirst in the soul makes them want to eat.

There is nothing here.

Things can't be planted, and all animals die.

Their souls bite each other and they can't eat enough.

The most bitter and hateful torture in the world is not halfway here.

He did do one thing, even the most vicious devil can't do anything.

In this way, for six hundred years, I tortured my enemies day and night.

Unfortunately, he never regretted it.

Even if he returned to normal, he still looked down on this place.

When humans see the ant's mentality, he looks at this group of distorted souls.

Wen Jinqian's mentality is steady and his heart is smooth and perfect.

No flaws.

Just when all the twisted monsters are desperate.

Suddenly whispering, as the footsteps of the feathers came.

A petite and cute figure, wearing a lotus-colored dress, fluffy long hair, lazy on the thin shoulders.

She seems to be a little scared, holding her own tail in her hands, and her tail is constantly looking backwards.

This place scared her.

Warm and humble, the black mist, the thousands of monsters in the fog.

Sharply roaring, the ghosts are weeping, and the ghosts are hateful.

I rushed into Wen Zhongqian's body for a moment.

That silk is the heart of Bai Weiwei.

Be the perfect teenager, the only legacy.

Wen Jinqian’s calm eyebrows finally showed a slight fluctuation.

He groaned, the sacred expression was a little more gloomy, and there was a desire to swell in the heart.

The entanglement of countless devils will move his snacks.

Exaggerated hundreds of times.

Wen Jinqian’s red light spread.

He finally showed a hazy side, a small hook on his mouth, and smiled coldly.

"I can kill you six hundred years ago. Today, I can completely ruin you."

But a group of ants are gone.

Also worthy of being a stumbling block at his feet?

There are countless lotus flowers in the fingertips, and the lotus falls into the town.

Everything was faded, the gates were restored, and the soldiers who fought at the door were very lively.

The old man, who is selling wine at the gate of the city, laughs at the little widow.

The sizzling of the candied haws sizzled.

Everything is very lively.

Wen Jinqian let everything go back to the dream.

The black shadows in his body were enchanted by the aroma of the lotus, all gave up the power to penetrate into his body and destroy him.

Instead, it rushed out of Wen’s body.

Back to those false bodies, the memory has gone backwards.

I feel that I am still alive.

The last trace of black gas disappeared into his body.

Wen Jinqian fell to the ground with no expression.

Then his body began to change.

The slender height retreats into a childish body.

(End of this chapter)