flowering? Wen Renxian looked at her in confusion. The Lily of the Valley woman wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and climbed up from the ground with difficulty. very
The flowers that withered and bloomed alternately revealed the naked and graceful body of the lily of the valley woman. Wen Renxian, who had glanced past him, suddenly turned his head, stared at Doctor Liaoyan with a burning gaze and asked angrily, "What are you doing!" He had just finished questioning. I started it and then put it out again. All I could think about was embarrassment and embarrassment. Could this poison corrode clothes?
"I'll wipe it!" Dr. Liuyan was stunned for a second and then blurted out, "Silly male protagonist!"
"What did you say?"
Dr. Liaoyan cupped her fists and took a step back. "Hello, gentlemen, she took off this all by herself. I don't have such a hobby, and I didn't even look at it." After saying that, he turned away, covered his mouth and said fiercely. He was holding back his laughter, "Ah ha ha ha, ah ha ha ha ha."
The blooming and falling of the flowers took away most of the toxins in the Lily of the Valley woman's body, and her voice became as gentle and moving as an oriole, "Is it because you are afraid that you are afraid of being distracted? This is an honor for the slave family."
Wen Renxian closed his eyes politely, and the Lily of the Valley woman gave a disdainful snort and then took action. Wen Renxian actually dodged away. He had many restrictions on his body, but he was still able to fight with her successfully. .
Doctor Liaoyan admired him but did not stop him from singing bad jokes. After laughing enough, he straightened up and looked at the ice blue butterfly on his shoulder, and said jokingly, "It's over now! I can't be sure that I have no fighting ability even if I move like this. , and although the poison has been withdrawn, the gentleman here still cannot stay long, so sooner or later he will fall. What should we do?"
The icy blue butterfly flew up, as if it couldn't stand Doctor Liaoyan's noise, it flapped its wings, slapped Doctor Liaoyan in the mouth, and then summoned a hurricane to roll sand and rocks towards the Lily of the Valley woman...
Seeing a snowy field on the vast scorched earth suddenly became a luxury, but when they saw that there were so many people at once, Shui Miaomiao and Leng Ningchi had to slow down.
Leng Ningchi's expression became more solemn, a little at a loss and hesitant. From time to time, his eyes drifted to the pendant on Shui Miaomiao's wrist. It seemed that he had not contacted her for a long time. She was like a headless fly and a self-indulgent person.
She originally thought that Tong Ai had just broken the illusion that trapped them in the endless cycle of their future, but now it seemed that she had actually awakened the entire Snow State.
How did you do it?
Leng Ningchi became more and more confused. She was the one who started the storm on the snowfield, but she couldn't do it. She thought she had everything under control. But after discovering that the road ahead was endless and she was powerless and couldn't get a response, she was not helpless. The idea of retreating was because Shui Miaomiao had been encouraging and insisting on pulling her forward. It could be said that she trusted her unconditionally, but sometimes Leng Ningchi didn't quite believe in herself.
She wanted to be a savior, to save him and free herself, but maybe she was not the savior at all. The blood spilled by the buds thrown by Tong Ai was the long-awaited rain in the snow, and she was more like a Lost intruder...very
"It's okay, don't think blindly." Shui Miaomiao squeezed Leng Ningchi's hand to bring her back from her sinking thoughts.
Leng Ningchi looked at Shui Miaomiao's curved eyebrows and seemed to be able to imagine what a lovely smile there was under the veil, which miraculously calmed the emotionless waves in her heart.
After discovering that many people from the sect had broken into the scorched earth in the snow, Shui Miaomiao took the time to change out of the red silk belt and put on the Juan Lian Ling. She was not very confident that she could still perform well in close contact. The people of the Kuan Quan Sect don't show their flaws, and they don't want to arouse hatred for the Kuan Quan Sect. They are even more afraid that if all the sects take action, they will inevitably run into the people of the Kuan Quan Sect. That would be Li Gui meeting Li Kui. .
After taking off the red silk and replacing it with Juanlian Ling, Shui Miaomiao became a little brighter and a little softer, but no one dared to despise her. The bright red silk in the past covered Shui Miaomiao's own temperature. She was like Dongsheng. The warm and lazy sun makes people unable to look directly at it for a long time, but they can still feel infinite peace of mind.
After taking off the red silk, the eye-catching person changed from Shui Miaomiao to Leng Ningchi. They did not dare to offend the red silk of Kuanquanzong, but their eyes seemed to be glued to Leng Ningchi. In addition to the peerless appearance that could not be concealed, there was also the reason for this. But the goddess Qiong Fei. No matter what happened in the snowy field, because she was inseparable from it, or she was the instigator or knew something about it, she naturally attracted more attention.
After all, the people in the sect are different from the casual cultivators. Although they are all for profit, they are more conceited and reserved. They will not come up to talk to them in a hurry like Xiao Xiu, but they will work on their own to secretly follow the goddess Qiong Fei's every move, so Shui Shui Miaomiao and Miaomiao had no choice but to slow down their pace, trying to create the illusion that they had no clue, but after all, everyone was not as easy to bluff as the casual cultivators, nor could they be easily intimidated away.
"Miaomiao?" Leng Ningchi said, keeping the coldness of not allowing strangers to enter, as he communicated with Shui Miaomiao in a confidential manner. very
Shui Miaomiao seemed to know what Leng Ningchi was going to say, so he cut off her words and said considerately, "Don't torture yourself with random thoughts. Just look at each point and accept the truth. Just keep walking."
"But." A few words can't resolve the knot in her heart. Leng Ningchi is destined to think too much. Since childhood, her words and deeds have only been to meet the standards set by others to please others. She thinks twice about every step she takes and turns thousands of times, for fear that Doing something wrong makes people unhappy. The same is true after becoming a disciple, except that the standard becomes cultivation level, and cultivation level only depends on cultivation level. In her life, the most daring time was probably when she took the initiative to get to know Shui Miaomiao, and the most rebellious time was probably this time, when she came to this snowfield without telling her mentor, and caused a storm regardless of it, and now she has She was thinking about whether she should tell Shui Miaomiao what she was thinking, and whether it would cause her displeasure. She had been helping herself, but she was timid.
"I will always listen to your words, whether they are good words, jokes, nonsense, silly words, crazy words, or truthful words..." This sentence was not transmitted through sound. Shui Miaomiao patted her chest and said it very seriously.
The holding hand scratched the palm of Leng Ningchi's hand. Shui Miaomiao winked playfully at Leng Ningchi, and the serious atmosphere suddenly disappeared and became less heavy.
She was always like this. Leng Ningchi almost laughed out loud, feeling a little relieved. Leng Ningchi pursed her lower lip and looked at Shui Miaomiao, and confidently and boldly said what she was thinking, "I'm just Do you think it’s still necessary to pursue it? Maybe it’s the same thing, maybe they are the orthodox ones…”
Just like what she said, Shui Miaomiao listened very attentively and understood very seriously. After Leng Ningchi finished explaining all the concerns in her heart, Shui Miaomiao smiled slightly and shook her head, holding up the hand held by the two of them. Hands, the blood-red pendant lost its previous tackiness amidst the fireworks and screams in the scorched land. The extraordinarily shining red light brought a tranquility as if it had a backbone. The shadows no longer cried bitterly and resentfully when they approached the pendant. It's a pity that they couldn't stay long and were blown away by the wind, repeating the endless torture that was worse than death.
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