Su Lameng is Huang Li's first love, and died for him, Huang Li seems to be uninhibited, but he is a person who values love and righteousness, Su Lameng's position in his heart is unmatched now, and it will be the same in the future.

Although Huang Li watched Su Lameng turn into powder, he had a fantasy that maybe Mengmeng was not dead, but alive in another corner of the world.

"Mengmeng, are you okay in that world?"

This is Huang Li's obsession!

Seeing Su Lameng's art school classmates again, although Huang Li didn't know why they were on this weird boat, it was Huang Li's bounden duty to save them from fire and water.

Yang Luoer, Wang Yunchan, Han Ru, Chen Yurong, Wen Qing, Xin Xinyue, can be in the same room with 6 beautiful girls who are like flowers and jade, Huang Li feels that this painting style is so weird, it's a little --- too high.

God, why do you keep sending me beautiful women? Is this a plot of the Creator!

"So it seems that the creator is still quite cute, I know that Lao Tzu likes beauty, respect is better than obey fate, I can barely accept it!"

Huang Li was complacent, but he felt that a pair of blue eyes were watching him in the corner.

"How is it possible, it is impossible for anyone to know that I am awake, unless it is not human!"

Huang Li's heart sank, although he was silent on the surface, he secretly raised his vigilance.

Lan Yingying's eyes observed Huang Li for a while, and suddenly floated towards him, like a blue cloud, although Huang Li used her perspective eye, she couldn't see the true face of the blue cloud.

"Damn, the supernatural existence seems to be more rebellious than the mutated immortal cultivator, and people can actually turn into qi?"

In Huang Li's cognition, being able to transform qi into existence is a skill that only a god has, have I met a god? But what kind of god is this!

Just when he was puzzled, a vague breath penetrated into his nose, in the face of this familiar smell, Huang Li smiled, it turned out that this is a goddess, it seems that God is also divided into men and women, Huang Li is most concerned about his own safety at this moment, but wants to wait for an opportunity to spy on the true face of other goddesses.

It's closer--it's closer, Huang Liwang is waiting for not the goddess's dedication, but a strange cold weapon.

Yes, it was a black, glowing sickle, no different in shape from the scythe used in the countryside to cut wheat.

The scythe was currently cutting directly at Huang Li's head, so fast that Huang Li didn't even react.

"It's broken, it's big--- it's big, I'm going to be beheaded!"

At the end of the day, Huang Li seemed to see the tragic situation of his head in a different place, but he didn't feel any pain when the sickle slashed his neck, and then his head was still on his body unharmed.

"Hey, what's going on?"

Huang Li wondered, the sickle clearly cut his body, why was there nothing at all?

At the same time, the blue cloud seemed to hesitate for a moment, stared at Huang Li for a while, and cut it with a knife, but Huang Li still didn't have anything unusual.

Then the blue cloud was unwilling to try again, and the frequency became faster and faster, and it seemed to be very urgent.

Huang Li's heart blossomed, is this goddess practicing wheat harvesting? How can she repeat it so happily!

The blue cloud repeated the action of 'cutting wheat' again and again, and the whole cloud seemed to be enraged, gathering from the original flakes into a ball, and then a white and slender jade hand holding a sickle showed its true face, and then a pair of delicate little feet, ankles, calves, thighs, hips, waist, and chest.

Every part of the goddess's body makes Huang Li's blood boil, this game is too exciting.

Finally, the goddess revealed her true face -