Huoling'er was not only born earlier than Ling Xuanluo, but also cultivated a thousand-year-old Taoism because of this, and was very proud of himself, showing off his might in front of him, but he was unexpectedly swept away by his clever mouth and counterattack.

"You ......" Before he could appreciate his appearance, he compared it to the stone in the latrine, his face turned red with anger, and he roared frantically: "Ling Xuanluo, you really know how to speak cool words! Do you think I like to come out of such a comfortable spirit bead and become a wisp of wandering spirit?"

To this excitement, he finally got to the point, it turned out that the thousand-year-old Taoism was not what he really wanted, but he had to do it as a last resort. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ling Xuanluo was angry, folded his arms and said, "Say, if you have bitter water in your heart, just pour it out, I am willing to listen." ”

Huo Ling'er shook his head in disgust and said, "Don't pretend to be a good person in front of me, I won't be like you." You remember, we will always be enemies, no matter how many lives or lifetimes we will be! The reason why I say this to you is that I hate to see you so proud, and I really think that I am a flower that everyone loves. You can get Xi Mutong's love, and so many people's favor, just because you are luckier than me and born later than me, otherwise, I'm afraid you will be worse than me!"

His whole heart was engulfed in hatred, so that when he said it like this, Ling Xuanluo shuddered deeply.

Ignoring his reaction, Huo Ling'er continued, "Before I turned into a fire dragon and reincarnated at the same time as you, I was in extreme panic for five hundred years. I'm afraid of being caught in the sun, and I'm afraid that I'll be caught by ghost-hunting sorcerers, or if I'm not careful, I'll be bullied by the wandering ghosts. But God proves that my Huo Ling'er is not a ghost, but a primordial god! Before becoming Yang Hao, the king of Qin, and being stabbed to death by Yu Wenhua and a knife, I am Ji Xuanyuan's primordial god!"

Yuan Shen and ghosts are indeed different in nature, but they both need to go through reincarnation before they can be reincarnated as humans, so Huo Ling'er is wronged, Ling Xuanluo doesn't know how to comfort him, and of course the other party will not accept his comfort.

"After the desert night, you and I were born from the meteorite. Although you have lived with wolves for five years in the barren mountains and mountains, as soon as the five years come, that woman will send Zhuyue of Jiluo Mountain to pick you up and take you as an apprentice, so that you can enjoy the pampering of you by the people of Yishan. I'm jealous of you, I want at least one of Zhuyue and Xi Mutong to die, so that you will be miserable, who knows that even if that Zhuyue really dies later, there will be new Zhuyue popping up and continuing to love you! You seem to be a hard-working demon baby, but in fact you are soaked in a honey pot, I have to be a ghost, locked in the cold fairy mound, groggy every day, no one cares. After 500 years of suffering, I was finally born with you, but I fell into the hands of Yu Wenhua and became a ghost. Why are the fates of you and me so far apart? Why do I have no one to love if I have a fire bell?"

Ling Xuan Luo Ben was full of sympathy when he heard this, but when he dispersed here, he couldn't help but sneer, "You are talking nonsense! The conspiracy in Ziwei City was simply carefully planned by you! You did all this out of hatred for your master and aunt, as well as jealousy of me, Lian Yu Culture and Yu Culture were just a chess piece used by you, and Elder Nanfeng and Yun Qing were the promoters you found. This incident is actually used by you to complain about the injustice of fate, am I really a three-year-old naughty boy?"

Huo Ling'er was retorted by him and screamed: "You yourself can make it clear, all this is due to my deep hatred, but have you ever thought about where my hatred comes from? Who forced these hatreds out? I tell you honestly, it's Xi Mutong! It's the Xi Muxian who you worship as a saint every day! She really killed me, execution!"

A thunderclap exploded above Ling Xuanluo's head, and he was stunned.

(To be continued.) )