The music played: the blue-clad masked man swung his sword, and the entire night sky was sprinkled with a faint blue divine light.

That divine light illuminated not a single face that came close.

The face of man, the face of God, the face of the soul, the face of the ghost, the face of the demon, the face of the fairy, the face of chaos and the face of emptiness.

Every face is persistent, and they all wait.

Waiting to break through the mysterious realm of the individual and explode in their respective realms.

"Hmph!" The Qinglou girl was knocked to the ground at this time, she turned into a crab for a while, crawling sideways on the earth, for fear that there would be a Qinglou woman or a clean woman, and robbed her doting business.

The blue-clothed man's sword just swung with all his might: the entire night sky suddenly fell silent.

At this time, onlookers came one after another.

Among these onlookers were journalists, government officials, principals, and middle school teachers, especially many middle school teachers.

"Husband!" At this time, the twilight Qinglou woman who fell to the ground suddenly sat up, looked at the man in blue and said almost pleadingly.

"Hmph, you ruthless old woman, how happy you are when you carry me behind your back and wander with those bad men outside of marriage! When you instigate your prostitute to comment on "Demon Soul Gun Wind", how happy you are when you rightfully harvest extramarital love! When you enjoy one black old fritter after another, your greedy and dirty ......" For some reason, the man in blue suddenly stopped talking about his words, and he felt that if he said it again, he would be disgusted to death by fried food.

Then, the man in blue thought about soy milk for a moment.

"Hehe" The man in blue sneered, he shook the long sword that was waved in the air, and then there were some scenes in front of him living with He Ying, a young woman in the twilight of his life.

The expression of the man in blue seemed to have gradually calmed down......

"Wife!" He Ying, who was kneeling on the ground, had tears already flowing. "Is this the wife I love deeply?" The woman who has maintained a husband and wife relationship with different prostitutes in the name of poetry for more than 30,000 years, looked at her eyes that were close to pleading, and after being caught, she knew that the old woman who was crying---- the man in blue looked at her with questions. An inexplicable shame came from the depths of my heart, extremely strongly.

He waved his long sword: "26 prostitutes belong to you! But please don't call me my husband in the future---- because when I was begged and shouted 'husband' by a woman in the twilight of a green building, I had a real feeling that I was a 'prostitute', when our husband and wife were intimate in the marriage bed." The masked man in blue had completely calmed down at this time, and he looked at the old woman kneeling in front of him: dark skin, thick residual makeup, and the smell of perfume all over his body, impacting his 25-year marital love for her.

"Brother Lan Sheng: Let's go this way!" He Ying, a woman in the twilight of the Qinglou, knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, and was frightened by the truth of her own wandering wreckage, only to see a strange young woman floating in, she only glanced back at the masked man in blue, and stood there still.

"Chen Xuelian: You wait for me!" As soon as the blue-clothed masked man put away his long sword, he saw the mysterious woman, his anger suddenly disappeared, and his gaze was instantly taken away by the mysterious woman.

The masked man in blue tightened his sword and walked to the mysterious woman in one leap.

"Snow Lotus: Let's go!" the masked man in blue stretched out his arm, and then the mysterious woman took his arm and left.

"Hehe: Brother Lan---- make up for the dead, every life should have its own unique love, and we should also manage our own youth romance well...... "Chen Xuelian looked at Lan Sheng, the stinky fox spirit who finally dared to take out a long sword and bravely opposed the betrayal of him for nearly 30,000 years.

"Qinglou wife: you should abandon it and go into it, thank you Miss Lan Yi for your efforts, there is a washbasin in that room, you go and wash your face, otherwise, your makeup is so beautiful, if Lan Sheng really has a love heart for you, you will be ruined!" The masked man in blue suddenly pulled down the blue soft cloth covering his face, revealing a handsome and invincible face.