Venerated Venomous Consort

The house laughed and snorted, as if the electric hit, suddenly retraced backwards, cold sweat did not want to roll down like money, apparently hurt to the extreme.

"Who?!" His drink was changed.

"Deity." One person floated in the air.

The man had a bamboo-blue robes, and his eyebrows were beautiful. He had a folding fan with a starry sky in his hand, sitting side by side on a strong and slender candle dragon, flowing like a wind, flowing like a cloud.

The few white clouds in the sky lining also seem to have lost color.

The house is also handsome and handsome, and it is comparable to the slim tree, but compared with this man, he is just like a hard rock, unsightly.

Yue Xiaotian eyes on the candle dragon, although he does not know the man in the green robe, but the creature of the candle dragon still knows, the existence of God!

Those who can make a candle dragon a beast are naturally more extraordinary.

He took a step back and took a breath: "Hello?"

The man did not look at him, his eyes locked on the white woman, the flash of light flashed, his fingers clenched: "I am sorry!"

He apparently did not expect to meet her here, with a surprise in his voice.

The white woman looked at him and repeated like a robot: "Why?"

Her look is innocent and it seems to be the first time I heard about the name.

The man stared at her and seemed to think of something. The line of sight gradually changed: "You are not her..."

There is still a big difference between this woman and the current Gu Shizhen.

The look is different, the temperament is different, and the gas field on the body is different.

The current Gu Xizhen is the old fritter of the rivers and lakes. The expression that is often revealed is wisdom and the laziness is lazy. In front of the white woman, it seems that the innocent pure and revealing the evil of the dead, the body also has a dark entanglement, so that his heart shakes.

He suddenly stepped forward and blurted out: "Master!"

The woman in front of her has a complete coincidence with the woman in his nightmare, and even the spirit of her body is exactly the same!

At this moment, his heart was boiling, and the fingers held in his sleeves were also white.

In the nightmare, his master has clearly emerged, how can it appear here? The body still carries such a strong magic...

What exactly is going on?

The woman gaze slightly, and the indifferent line of sight patrolled his face. It was a reflection: "Master?"

This man is naturally a sacred man. He looks at the woman in front of him. He seems to hate and grieve in his heart. He seems to have an incomprehensible closeness. He is a cross-hearted person. He stepped forward: "Master, don't you recognize your disciple? I It’s a thousand worlds, your apprentice...”

The woman's twilight flashed slightly, her eyes were very dark, her skin was very white, and under the two phases, her eyes were deeper, and there was an extreme darkness: "Apprentice--"

She extended a small white hand to him: "Is there any wine?"

Van Gogh was a glimpse of the world, and he looked at her intricately. The woman in front of her eyes seemed to be amnesia, and she couldn’t remember anything, but it didn’t seem to change...

He was a little coveted and handed over a wine gourd.

The woman’s sleeves were rolled up, and the wine gourd was rolled over. The lid of the gourd was pulled out and the head was drunk.

But when I took a sip, I frowned and spit on the floor. When I looked up again, I was murderous and savage: "The idiot! I dare to lie to the deity!" A fingertip, the wine gourd instantly broke into powder! The alcohol is scattered in the desert, and it is full of intoxication.