Shiyi looked at herself outside the mirror, she began to despair slowly, Lingjia outside the country, her hands had begun to caress her chest, kneading in the indescribable chest. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The woman surrounded by darkness appeared in front of Shiyi again, she looked at Shiyi, and Shiyi was also looking at her.

She smiled and walked out of the country.

The poetry outside the country suddenly became bold and reckless, and began to tear Lalingjia's clothes, seeing this scene, the poetry was even more desperate.

"How is this good?" said Shiyi, a face full of despair, muttering to herself.

On the other side, Fang Yan's concentric lock, which had been dim and dull, suddenly bloomed with a white light.

The light flew into the sky and disappeared in a moment.

At Shiyi's home, at this time, Lingjia was holding Shiyi, throwing Shiyi on the bed, and impatiently taking off his clothes.

Suddenly, a white and flawless light appeared, submerged into the concentric lock, the concentric lock, the light was shining, and a figure wearing a dragon robe appeared.

Another fiery red light appeared, and this light quickly rushed towards the figure in the dragon robe, and it did not enter his forehead, and a mark appeared on his forehead.

The figure slowly opened his eyes, only to see that his eyes were full of vicissitudes, and his expression seemed to be full of sighs.

He turned around slightly, looked at Shiyi with a rosy face, and grabbed her heart with one hand, and a black mist was tightly grasped by him.

Then with a pinch, as he squeezed it tightly, the black mist dissipated without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

Shiyi's eyes slowly became clearer.

As soon as Shiyi saw the figure in front of him, he hugged him.

Who knows, the hand of poetry, but when it touches it, it can't touch the figure.

Shiyi's eyes were suddenly slightly red, she squatted, and then she sobbed slowly, muttering to herself: "Fang Yan, even if you die, don't you forget to protect me?" After speaking, tears flowed down his face.

That figure was Fang Yan's ancient projection, I saw him smile helplessly a few times, squatted down, looked at Shiyi with love in his eyes, touched Shiyi's head, and smiled all over his face.

Although he couldn't touch it, Shiyi really felt the touch from Fang Yan full of love.

Shiyi looked at Fang Yan with tears on her face, but Fang Yan smiled slightly, and then stood up.

I saw Fang Yan slowly turn around, facing Ling Jia, his hand made a move towards the void, and flames appeared out of thin air, transforming into a sword in front of Fang Yan.

Fang Yan's projection grabbed the hilt of the sword, and the tip of the sword was facing Ling Jia.

"Fang Yan, stop, he's innocent. Shiyi was afraid that Fang Yan would hurt Ling Jia by mistake, so she hurriedly spoke.

Ling Jia saw that Shiyi excused him, he looked at Shiyi with gratitude and complexity, and there was even a trace of love in his eyes.

The projection from Fang Yan, regardless of it, quickly approached, and slashed at Ling Jia with a sword.

Lingjia leaped, smashed through the window, and ran quickly towards no one.

Fang Yan's projection turned around and looked at Shiyi with a complicated face, and there was still confusion in his eyes.

Before Shiyi could explain, Fang Yan's projection chased him out.

At this time, Shiyi hurriedly dressed, and suddenly from her heart, a black light flew out, this black light, transformed into the appearance of Shiyi, and glanced at Shiyi with cold eyes, and chased after Fang Yan's projection.

Lingjia ran quickly, and suddenly, feeling dangerous, he quickly rolled forward.

I saw that where he was just now, a burning sword appeared out of thin air, and the sword pierced into the soil at this time, if it wasn't for Ling Jia rolling around in time, it is estimated that this sword would have been stabbed in his head at this time.

I saw him looking at this sword with a vigilant face, and a ray of light gathered next to this sword, and this light slowly transformed into Fang Yan wearing a dragon robe.

Fang Yan pulled out the sword that was stabbing the ground with one hand, the tip of the sword was facing Ling Jia, and his eyes seemed to ignore everything in this world.

Ling Jia smiled slightly, and black qi appeared from the soles of his feet, slowly surrounding Ling Jia's entire person.

The black qi dissipated, and a man wearing a black dragon robe, with a little dark hair dancing in the wind, put his hands behind his back, a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of ruthlessness, staring at Fang Yan's projection.

I saw Ling Jia beckoning to the void, and the void beside Ling Jia was immediately frozen, and the ice that froze the void was all black, "Boom, boom." "In the frozen void, there was a crashing sound.

The frozen void slowly cracked, and a sword hilt appeared in front of Ling Jia.

Ling Jia clenched it with one hand, and with a sharp thrash, a sword that was black and glowing with cold light was pulled out of the void.

As soon as this sword appeared, the surroundings were immediately frozen, and the sword also sounded at Fang Yan, as if it was provoking the sword in Fang Yan's hand.

Fang Yan's projection, the illusory sword in his hand, seemed to be not to be outdone, and he also launched a sword roar at the sword in Ling Jia's hand.

Ling Jia smiled coldly and said, "Hehe, a projection, you also want to earn a high or low with this king?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Jia quickly rushed forward, only to see that he pointed the sword in his hand at the top of Fang Yan's head, and slashed down.

Although the sword had not yet arrived, the chill of the sword itself had already frozen the surroundings that Fang Yan could dodge.

Fang Yan had no way to hide.

The sword in Fang Yan's hand seemed to be unable to tolerate the performance of Ling Jia's sword, as if it had seriously provoked it.

I saw that the scorching sensation of the sword body was even heavier, dissolving all the cold ice beside Fang Yan.

Ling Jia's sword came instantly, Fang Yan didn't dodge, raised the sword in his hand, and then crossed in front of him, blocking.

With a bang, the two swords collided together, one extremely cold and the other extremely hot, like a clash of ice and fire.

The mist quickly surrounded the two figures.

In this thick white mist, the two figures appeared and disappeared from time to time, making it impossible to see what was going on, and only the sound of the impact of the weapon could be heard.

In the mist, Fang Yan's projection was sometimes clear and sometimes blurred, even the sword in his hand was the same.

Ling Jia sneered, in his heart, he thought that this projection was not to be feared, he could easily suppress it, who knew that this projection actually had the strength of the Yan King himself.

barely fought with Ling Jia, and even put Ling Jia in danger for a time.

The sound of the weapon crashing sounded again, and both of them quickly retreated, and the surrounding fog, as the two retreated, all dispersed, revealing the figures of the two of them.