It's hard to escape your wrong love

Chapter 22 Su Yun Dark Cry (3)

The east is slightly white, and the forest birds are chirping and singing endlessly.

In the early morning, Moon Island is shrouded in mist, like a fairyland.

Seeing Yang Yu leave, the old man also performed lightness kung fu, galloping through the forest like a ghost.Half a quarter of an hour later, I arrived at a natural pool in the deep mountains. This pool is warm all year round and filled with smog all the year round.

"How is it? The wish has been fulfilled?" Under the mist, on the protruding stone in the center of the pool, there is a delicate figure that looks like a fairy.The voice was cold, faint, vague.

"Haha, it's been more than a year?! The girl is here after all."

"Polite words are spared."

"Well, the boy you brought back has a good personality. Martial arts is even more of a genius! Just a little bit of advice, you can draw inferences from one instance to another. Moreover, the progress is rapid! The ancient fog sect's mastery, finally has a successor. Little girl , thank you!" The old man was very excited when he talked about this.If the unique learning is lost in his generation, how can he have the face to meet his master and ancestors after death?

"You're welcome, we each get what we need. I've talked about it earlier, and I'll only give you three years. After three years, others can use it as I want."

"Haha! At that time, my little girl may not be able to use the resigned disciple of the Ancient Wu Sect..."

"What do you say?"

"The girl won't take advantage of her beauty to make him a guest of honor, right?"

"What do you think?" With the same indifferent words, Jiao Ying walked slowly on the water surface and came slowly through the water mist.The morning breeze blows gently, the soft gauze skirt is elegant and dusty.

The old man had a dignified face, knowing that anyone who has seen her face, no matter male or female, would want to take it as his own. Even Feng Xiaoxiao, who is the most beautiful in the world, is also deeply involved in it?What's more, even he still can't figure out what school and school her inner strength belongs to.

"Girl, who are you?" The old man couldn't help asking again and again.

Suddenly, a sly smile floated in the air.In an instant, a fifteen or six-year-old girl stood before her eyes.She, alluring the city and the country, is not like the stunning beauty in the world!All the poems describing the beauty of women in ancient and modern times seem vulgar and superfluous when applied to her.Her beauty is so beautiful that you cannot describe it, and it is so beautiful that you feel it is a kind of blasphemy just by looking at her!
(End of this chapter)