Her thoughts lingered in the shadow of killing the female ghost, hoping that the female ghost was not dead, and that she would die forever. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

There was a mist in the distance, and the two blood-red figures gradually became clear, and Song Yat-sen and Qin Lanfeng had already passed through the illusion.

Qin Lanfeng looked at Song Yat-sen not far away, her face flushed, she lowered her head shyly, and suddenly seemed to notice that someone was looking at her, she raised her head sharply and saw Wang Xiangyu.

"Why are you here, you slut?" she cried out in surprise.

Wang Xiangyu cautiously patted Long Huanshan's body and smiled softly at Long Huanshan.

"Yes, why am I here? Do you think this illusion is too unreal, too real?" she touched Long Huanshan's head, and always comforted Long Huanshan, hoping that she would not be playing with her temper.

A bloody light flew by, and the sight was blurred, and a raging flame suddenly ignited on the ground. The bright red flames fluttered and jumped, without fuel, but still burning vigorously.

The place where the flames burned was exactly where Wang Xiangyu was standing just now, and at this time, Wang Xiangyu was already far away from here, more than ten meters away.

She took out a bottle that shimmered with pale yellow fluorescence, patted Long Huanshan's head, and carefully put her in.

"Song Yat-sen? It seems to be, the dual attributes of fire and flame, Shentu Zhenghao's favorite apprentice, it's a pity. As she spoke, she shook her head, her eyes deliberately revealing endless regret and laughter.

Song Yat-sen locked the bottle in Wang Xiangyu's hand, to be precise, Long Huanshan in the bottle.

He squinted, always perceiving a familiar smell, but he couldn't remember where he had encountered it.

Qin Lanfeng sneered and said, "Cheap woman, what about complaining here? ”

Wang Xiangyu carefully held the bottle, instilling a pale yellow aura into the bottle, Long Huanshan twisted a few times reluctantly, leaning against the wall of the bottle, although it was still a little decadent, but it was obviously much better.

She touched the bottle and walked away, unoblivious to anyone else.

"Wait. Song Yixian suddenly spoke.

But she still didn't stop, just said lightly: "I guess you don't know why Shentu Zhenghao pays so much attention to you, ......right?

Song Yixian's pupils shrank suddenly, and the muscles in his whole body suddenly became a little weak, he couldn't help but take a few steps back, almost kneeling on the ground, his soft body blocked behind him, stabilizing him. Wang Xiangyu seemed to be saying something, but he didn't have the extra mind to listen......

Container......

He still remembers that nine years ago, at the age of eight, he was in the mountains with his parents.

His parents were fighting with demonic beasts in the mountains, but unexpectedly, a heaven-shattering Xuanxuan Tiger suddenly rushed out, pounced directly on his parents' prey, and after biting it to death, he looked at his parents.

The heaven-shattering Xuanxuan Tiger let out a low groan, the sound was not loud, but it shocked people's hearts a little panicked. Blood was constantly dripping from its mouth, drop by drop, and the grass on the ground was red.

His father pushed him hard: "Run!"

But the sound was deafening, but it seemed to be separated by a huge wall, and the sound became indistinct, and all he could see in his eyes was that the giant beast had bitten his mother, and pieces of broken bones mixed with flesh fell from its mouth.

It was his mother's blood...... Mother's Meat ...... Mother's physical ......

Her mother, right in front of him, turned into a puddle, a puddle......

Thinking of this, now that he is now, the golden eyes that have long been cold into thousands of miles of glaciers have accumulated a thick heat, sliding down from the smooth face, leaving a faint streak of water steaming, and after a while, he disappeared without a trace, and the golden eyes are still as quiet as usual.