There was a little obsession in her dull eyes with a light head. "What’s worse, what’s the point of staying with him and dying?"
"You ~ ~ ~" The dark baritone startled one leng "Don’t you ~ ~ ~"
The sweet smile on Si Miao’s face is even stronger. "At the beginning, I really came to get rid of my fate for altruism, but in the process of getting along with him, I found that although he was cold on weekdays, everything in the world seemed to be out of sight."
Si Miao muttered to himself and unconsciously sank into his own world.
Sun Ningyan, Ximenji, Chengtian and Yanluo, who can’t see the place just a few feet away, all suffer the same fate, and their eyes are dull and their faces are rich and they keep mumbling.
There is Yanglingtian alone, standing quietly with a sword floating behind him, and his eyes are clear with light gray, and there is no dull appearance like Sun Ningyan and others.
"Alas ~ ~ ~ you will resist me like this. I have no malice towards you and I can know everything about you from other people."
Sigh softly in the dark.
The purple light from the stone wall full of poems swept towards the silver-haired youth, and at the same time the gray fog in Yangling became thicker, but the discerning eyes were still clear.
As time goes by, it seems to be under great pressure, like a young man in white shaking his body gently, his face gradually becomes pale and his silver hair sets off each other, and fine sweat oozes from his forehead.
"Tell what’s on your mind and let others know that you will feel better."
The desolate sound comes again with a little threat of charm. "If you persist so much, you will be incomplete and your mind will collapse."
In the purple halo, Yanglingtian still stands still like a mountain, without biting his teeth, looking at the front calmly.
"Alas ~ ~ ~" finally let out a sigh in a desolate voice. "Since you want to freeze your heart with flesh and blood, I won’t force you to go in."
Before the sound fell, the stone wall covered with Chinese characters rippled like water, and great suction came out of it.
Yang Lingtianjiao was involuntarily sucked in after a shock, and the scene before him gradually blurred into a gray one. When the line of sight was clear again, Sun Ning, Yan and others were already in front of him.
"It was so strange just now, brother and sister. Did you hear any strange sounds?" Looking at the figure of Chengtian and others reappearing, Yan Luosong was relieved and recalled the sight just now, and his eyes could not help but show doubts.
The innocent girl’s mind is just a word, but everyone’s face suddenly changes rapidly.
Sun Ningyan and Si Miao’s faces flushed at the same time.
Miss Sun’s pink neck drooped and secretly looked at Master Simon, who was obese like a watermelon. Si Miao glanced sideways at the young man with silver hair next to him, while Master Simon was embarrassed and didn’t know what he said before the desolate sound.
The atmosphere around suddenly got a little weird, and finally a full face of hot Si Miao squinted and saw that she was squatting aside and smoothing her hair. She immediately seemed to find an opportunity to ease the embarrassment, and her eyes suddenly became bloody.
"Hey, you old bastard, were you not affected just now!"
Miss Si’s hands rested on her hips and her face was vicious.
Meng Zheng didn’t notice Miss Si’s "tough" appearance with his head down, and of course he didn’t realize the danger coming.
With a flick of his paw, he said, "Of course, who is my old man’s house? How can I be influenced by this skill of carving insects? I always said that you are still young. Remember if you don’t believe it now."
Talking endlessly "lectured" and talking at the same time, the "old man" with the oldest seniority and the highest seniority of all people looked up and saw Miss Si’s face smiling insidiously and immediately frowned warily "You ~ ~ ~"
"Hum ~ ~ ~" Before it finished, Si Miao immediately laughed coldly. "That guy said that he left a wisp of ghosts thousands of years ago. Tell me if you knew him or did you collude with him to make fun of us?"
If the day gives Si Miaozhong a chance, she won’t play tricks on the word.
I heard the other party ask me if I knew the ghost 10,000 years ago. When I heard the word "playing tricks", my guilty eyes suddenly hardened again-I just watched the picture of Miss Si’s emotional out of control clearly and flashed my mind.
Seeing it with a sly smile, "Hehe ~ ~ ~ It turned out that someone was asked about the longing for love and came to me to get angry. Such a big girl is not ashamed."