Lan Zhan used sword qi to carve a path.
Wei Ying stepped forward, stood at the entrance of the passage, glanced over, and roughly explored the way.
When his eyes touched a green bamboo forest at the end of the road in the distance,
He turned the bamboo flute in his hand and smiled.
weiyingLan Zhan, you don't use enough heat, you see, the road is only halfway through.
weiyingOur little fish's skirt is long, and it will be difficult if the sleeves are hooked.
Why did Wei Ying suddenly become so caring?
It was raining red, and the sun came out from the west.
xiangfenglingIt's okay if I don't wear a wide-sleeved skirt.
I turned around in a circle in discontent, the long-sleeved white clothes danced, the white spiritual power wrapped around me, and the white clothes on my body gradually changed their styles.
Being a demon is also beneficial. We monsters don't need to buy clothes, and the appearance of clothes can be transformed by ourselves. This is something that your human race cannot envy.
As for why I wear white.
It is because, I was born from the mass grave, white, is the first color I have seen since I opened my eyes.
From now on, I only love this clean and unsullied white.
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We are on that path.
Can anyone tell me why my skirt is still hooked by the branches on the side of the road?! I struggled hard, but it got tighter and tighter. In the end I didn't dare to move.
weiyingLittle fish, you are so funny too.
weiyingIt's like a big crab with its teeth and claws.
The sleeves were hooked, and the arms were open. This posture seemed to be really unsightly.
xiangfenglingIf you don't come and help me soon, you will know the joke.
weiyingLater, seeing how angry you looked, it seemed that you must have been able to break free on your own.
weiyingLan Zhan, let's go and let the little fish play by himself.
Wei pulled the sleeve of Brother Lan Er and wanted to leave.
Looking at the backs of the two of them leaving, I...
Before I had time to call the resentful little brothers around me, I suddenly felt the world spinning around, and the scene in front of me flashed, and I was in a dark wooden house.
I am, was teleported?
xueyangIf I don't look for you, you will never come back?
A gloomy, hoarse voice came from behind me, with a certain familiarity.
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