Dear Princess, Run Slowly

Bang -

another spirit object falls in the pool of blood. Su Qianyue looks at the gradually disappearing spirit object coldly, puts away the Fuyao sword in her hand, and turns her eyes to see Junmo Li beside her.

The man stepped forward slowly, took Su Qianyue's soft hand, kneaded it slowly in the palm of his hand, and chuckled: "it's almost there."

"Well, it seems that there will be a fierce battle in a few days."

Jun Moli didn't give a hand to the spirit things along the way, because Su Qianyue needed to enhance some practical experience, and every time she killed a spirit thing, the pure spirit emanated from the spirit thing itself was very suitable for Su Qianyue's cultivation.

"Lady, first refine the aura in your body here." Jun Mo leaves soft voice way, he gently caresses to open Su shallow month forehead of broken hair.

Su Qianyue nodded her head cleverly to the deep black eyes of Shangjun Mo Li.

Because she has killed a lot of spiritual things these days, the aura in her body has already accumulated to a certain extent. If it is refined well, it is very likely that she will break through the spirit emperor at one stroke and be promoted to the spirit Saint level.

When thinking of Jun Mo's unfathomable accomplishments, Su Qianyue is also a little anxious.

"Don't worry, take your time." Jun Mo leaves to seem to see what she thinks in the heart general, soft voice comforts a way.

"Well, of course you're not in a hurry. If I can't be promoted to the real God, how can I go to the world with you? Isn't that a living oil bottle for you? "

"It's not a tug of oil, it's a tug of family."

Su Qianyue's face suddenly appears a strange blush. She pushes Jun Mo away. She turns to find a hidden place and sits down to practice.

Not far away, Jun Moli is watching all this. His black robe is hunting for wind. His ink eyes are slightly drooping, and his hands in his broad sleeve robe are lingering with spiritual power.

"Why don't you get out of here?"

As soon as the voice fell, a woman came slowly in the dark. Her body was covered in a black skirt. She was astonishingly curved, concave and convex. The woman's appearance was also extremely beautiful.

"The perception of your highness is not inferior to that of the past."

That woman's voice is also soft and beautiful to the bone. The amorous feelings between hands and feet are enough to make men all over the world crazy.

Jun Mo turned a glance away from indifference, and then he looked away, as if he saw something disgusting rubbish.

That woman seems to have been used to the appearance that Jun Mo doesn't leave this pair of oil and salt for a long time. She steps forward slowly, and the bell on her ankle rings.

But before she came near, a golden flame came straight to her face. A touch of surprise quickly appeared on her pretty face. When she hurried to avoid, she looked at the man in black.

It's the same as ten thousand years ago.

"In the past, your highness would never kill me."

"You can try." Jun Mo from the voice, no trace of emotion, even a look are not willing to give the woman in black.

"Well, I've just met you and yelled at my family. I really don't feel pity for you."

The woman in Black said with a soft smile, and the astonishing radian of her chest was shaking slightly.

Jun Mo leaves don't want to pay attention to that woman, but he doesn't leave, because Su Qianyue is behind. If he leaves, what will this woman do to her!?

"I'm afraid your royal highness is also here to support and respect the saint. Oh no, it's the dead girl behind you --"

whew -

a spirit blade whew burst out, and the woman didn't have time to escape. The spirit blade penetrated the body in that moment, and a sharp pain came, and the woman's head was raised.

"Devil, you

"If you know me, you will know what my bottom line is."

The ink eyes of Jun Mo Li don't contain a trace of emotion. The slender fingertips are slowly retracted, and the figure blocks Su Qianyue behind.

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