Friends of Women of All Worlds

For a while, the air seemed to be a little stiff.

Hongyexiang's red lips parted lightly, "Young Master, are you coming to a song of Yiren Youshang?"

Beichen, who had never heard of it before, glanced at the skinny people on the bed, then looked at them, and said, "Who the hell are you?"

The two did not answer, Hongyexiang still twisted lightly, and the strings jumped out one by one clear and ethereal notes under the pluck of the fingertips.

Huang Xingyan gathered up the messy clothes and walked slowly towards Beichen.

A pair of thighs were fair and slender, and Yingying walked staggeredly and lightly, and the skin seemed to glow with water, shining in the residual red light.

"You can stop!" Bei Chen warned, he wouldn't have any other kind of affection for this kind of unknown woman.

"Master Beichen, don't you come to play?" Huang Xingyan stretched out her tongue and licked her red and bright lips.

Beichen found that her tongue was very long, like a flexible snake, capable of being squeezed into various shapes.

Seeing that she didn't mean to stop at all, Bei Chen had to take a step and use the freezing power of the "Ditian Sacred Heart Art" to completely freeze her steps.

Finally, Huang Xingyan's face turned gloomy, gloomy and uncertain amid the changes.

She glanced at Hong Yexiang, who nodded, and her eyes suddenly turned cold.

Huang Xingyan said: "Beichen, you brought this on your own, no wonder we are."

After she finished speaking, her five fingers curled into claws, and her dark red nails quickly elongated in the splendid brilliance.

Suddenly, she broke free from the frozen shackles under her feet, flew up and grabbed Beichen.

"Beyond one's own strength!" Bei Chen snorted coldly, and with a red light flashing in his eyes, the invisible and invisible power of divine consciousness swept out violently, instantly piercing the divine soul of Huang Xingyan.

She fell from the air like a bird with broken wings and fell heavily to the ground.

Hong Yexiang's beautiful eyes condensed with a chill, and her ten fingers were like plucking strings, frantically twitching the strings.

In an instant, it was like a silver bottle burst.The sound of the piano roared violently, shaking the air into circles of water ripples visible to the naked eye, advancing towards Beichen.

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In an instant, it was like a silver bottle burst.The sound of the piano roared violently, shaking the air into circles of water ripples visible to the naked eye, advancing towards Beichen.

"break!"

A low voice popped out of Beichen's mouth, and the voice of the power of the gods and demons surged, directly shaking the opponent's sonic attack to pieces.

With a bang, a string broke from the middle, and a smear of blood splattered from Hong Yexiang's fingertips.

Her expression was gloomy, but she did not resist again, and looked weak and aggrieved, like a lamb to be slaughtered.

"Who the hell are you?" Bei Chen asked again, he really didn't want to use the "Hui Meng Xin Sutra" on women.

"They are yin and yang boys."

A faint sigh came from outside the door, and the proprietress slowly walked into the house.

At that moment, she seemed to have aged ten years, and the powder on her face was spent.

Bei Chen frowned, he had heard this word from Shao Si Ming's mouth.

And the mummies that the ghosts carried into the Yin-Yang Gate at night are all Yin-Yang boys, but what does this mean?

The proprietress looked into the distance, thinking about a few years ago, "It was a night of thunderstorms, I found them near Yin Yang Gate, they were already scarred and dying, out of pity, I took them with me. back."

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Beichen was unmoved, this still doesn't prove anything. "How do you know that they are yin and yang boys?"

Hong Yexiang showed a bit of bitterness from the corner of her mouth, and without any hesitation, she gently lifted her clothes up to the position of her heart.

Beichen stared at it, and the seductive whiteness was no longer the focus of his attention.

His eyes were fixed on her heart.

There, the black texture is twisted and twisted, and the middle purple red runs through it, like a strangely blooming flower, and like a entrenched snake venom.

"This is the Yin Yang Seal!"

"Although our destiny has long been mired in the quagmire of fate, we must never forget that scarlet hell. We have to go back, take revenge, and kill them."

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Hong Yexiang said calmly, with no expression on her face, but in those eyes, there was an astonishing murderous intent that was constantly condensing.

Beichen sneered and said, "With your strength alone, do you want to fight against the entire Yin-Yang family? It's like killing yourself."

Hong Yexiang blurted out, "Your Excellency?"

Bei Chen was stunned for a moment, "Your spirit is quite precious. It would be a pity to sacrifice. I can help you. Who do you want to kill?"

Hong Yexiang's beautiful eyes narrowed sharply, and a wisp of murderous intent flashed through, "Star Soul!"

But she continued, "We don't need your favor, we will kill him with our own hands, swear by our lives."

Beichen laughed, then said sternly: "You guys think beautifully, but do you know that your strength is less than one percent of his?"

A dark look flashed across Hong Yexiang's eyes, "Even so, we will not turn back."

"remarkably brave!"