Love in Xuancheng

It's really --- a wicked witch with a vicious mind!

"Full of nonsense! You want to die!" Jin Yi was angry and grabbed the sword and rushed over.

The evil mirror also rushed up. For a time, Qimeng Valley sand flying stone walked. The bamboo marsh orchid that was in full bloom at the last moment has now turned into smoke and dust.

Ge Shu protected Shen Xingyue and went straight to Zixuan's hut. He released the stone pavilion and settled Zixuan first. When he was about to leave from behind the house, a huge stone fell from the sky and hit him in front of his brother and sister.

"Where are you going?"

The pathetic voice of the Evil Mirror pressed down from the top of the head with a strong pressure. The bones of the person who pressed directly were rattling. As long as he dared to relax a little, the bones of the whole body would be crushed into slag.

"What do you want?"

Geshu was sweating coldly. The blue tendons on his forehead, neck and arms seemed to break through the skin. The bright red blood seeped out of the light cyan blood vessels and flowed down with sweat.

"Guess!" the Evil Mirror stood on the boulder, his hands on his hips and looked down at the two hard supported brothers and sisters below.

"My head, if you want, take it and let her go!" Ge Shu raised his eyes and looked at the evil mirror. His eyes were firm and cold, without half a silk begging for mercy and compromise.

"Hahaha..." the evil mirror image is like hearing a great joke for thousands of years and laughing up and down, "let her go? It's funny! Do you think I'm stupid and easy to cheat? Who is she? If I let her go, I'm afraid the extreme north will be the end of my ghost land!"

"Well --- you know yourself very well! However, you still miscalculated. If you don't let her go, the end of the ghost kingdom will be the same as that of the far north."

Shen Xingyue's heart rejoiced. This voice -- yes, it's ten one sword! He's out! He finally got out of the customs! Excellent!

Smiling happily, the Evil Mirror heard a voice coming from behind, and instantly frowned. With a wary face, he suddenly turned back. It seems that who is sacred? The tone is so big!

But I felt too nervous after seeing it.

"Another beautiful doll! Are all the little dolls handsome now? Or are all the beautiful dolls tired of living in piles and want to die?"

Feng moye raised his eyebrows and said, "die? It's too early to draw the old face. It's already ugly. If you slap it a few times, you don't have to fight this one. It's all dead by you - 'ugly'!"

His tone of voice was quiet, word by word, especially the word "ugly".

When the Evil Mirror turns her head, the pressure is removed. Shen Xingyue takes the pill and feeds it to ge Shu. They are taking the opportunity to step up their breath regulation in situ.

Feng moye, a man who cherishes words like gold, talks so much just to win time. He is the great God of his grandparents. He is not the opponent of others at all. He still needs the help of Ge Shu.

"You say I'm ugly? You big fart boy, you know what is ugly? I'm powerful! Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand! Get out of here if you don't understand! I'm busy! I'll spare you for your good looks today. Remember to protect your tongue when you talk big next time. If you flash, you'll lose your beautiful face!"

Inijing doesn't want to make trouble. He wants to deal with it as soon as possible and return to the ghost kingdom. He has made such a big mistake. He has to take his people to find a safe place to avoid the wind.

"Something! Of course something!" seeing that the Evil Mirror wanted to turn around, Feng moye was busy.

Frown in the mirror.

I feel so upset!

If I hadn't felt that the beautiful doll in front of me was difficult, I would have slapped him and told him so much nonsense!