Nirvana's wife is too black

Chapter 209 Could it be that you have changed?

Ancient mythical beast?
No, maybe the ancient gods and beasts had already appeared beside them, but they never noticed it.

"Second senior brother!" A figure suddenly appeared, with a slender figure and a resolute face engraved with the joy of meeting an old friend: "It really is second senior brother, and there is little..."

"Your third senior sister." Bei Muge pulled Feng Wu's hand and introduced.

"What? Third Senior Sister?" The visitor's eyes widened, and he looked at the little junior sister back then in disbelief, and now the third senior sister, his eyes were full of astonishment.

Why did the little junior sister become the third senior sister?
No, isn't it?

What's going on?
"Stupid, so stupid! Your little junior sister is the reincarnation of your third senior sister, right? A spiritual girl?" A white smoke flashed by, and a petite little girl stood there with a smile, looking at Feng Wu: "Weaving Dream See Spirit Girl."

"Exemption." Feng Wu waved her hand, looked up at the shocked visitor, and couldn't help but chuckled: "Senior Brother Fifteen, just call me Junior Sister, and you don't need to listen to what your Second Senior Brother said."

"Ah? Oh, good." The person who came was Mo Yun, the fifteenth disciple of Yunhua Sect.

Mo Yun responded and shivered after realizing it, swallowed his saliva and said tremblingly: "Third Senior Sister..."

Hearing this sentence, Bei Muge gave Mo Yun an appreciative glance.

Mo Yun was so frightened that he took a few steps back and gritted his teeth in fear.

If he yelled wrongly, would the second senior brother cramp and dig out his bones, skin and heart?
Mother, it's terrible.

The second senior brother is so scary, why did he insist on worshiping Yun Huazong at the beginning?
Being oppressed by the second senior brother every day, and worrying about his own life all the time.

At this moment, Mo Yun is really lucky that he can still walk out of Yun Huazong alive.

This second senior brother of Yan Luo, who is iron-faced, is more terrifying than the master!
"Okay, you can call it whatever you want." Feng Wu waved her hand, pulled Bai Zhimeng with a smile and said, "A descendant of the Baizhi clan?"

"Yes."

Hearing this response, Feng Wu thought secretly, and it was true.

It turned out that from the very beginning, the ancient mythical beast clan had appeared beside her one after another, from Yanxue to Luoshui, now to Bai Zhimeng, and Feng and Huang.

It seems that maybe the only one in the world who is still loyal to her is the beast clan?
The Witch Race, the Monster Race, and the Demon Race.

They are all huge stumbling blocks that block her from becoming a spiritual girl, or she can successfully cross them.

Or you can only look up at everything in your previous life like a mountain for the rest of your life.

The dragon clan, the nine-tailed fox clan, the snake clan, the phoenix, who else will follow her as the leader in the previous life?

……

"Miaoyin greeted the spirit girl and everyone for a long time, and now it's finally here." A clarinet was hung on his waist, and a folding fan was lightly fanned. If one looked at it from a distance, one would think that this person was a young man facing the wind.

However, as he got closer, that flowing long hair had already caught people's eyes.

The skin is as thick as fat, the eyebrows and eyes are soft, and the thin lips are lightly pursed with tenderness.

She is Ren Miaoyin.

The beauty makes one's heart tremble, and one glance will be unforgettable for a lifetime, and there will be no regrets in this life.

And that white robe was full of heroism.

"Spirit girl, it's still the same."

"It's the same for you." Feng Wu raised the corners of her lips, and walked into this attic courtyard hand in hand with Ren Miaoyin. The surrounding ponds were still full of fragrant lotus flowers even in this cold winter.

"You are here, it still hasn't changed."

"Could it be that you have changed?" Ren Miaoyin replied with a smile.

The conversation between the two was as relaxed as old friends who haven't seen each other for many years.

But if you listen carefully, the swords are tense, but it is thought-provoking.

(End of this chapter)