The Fourth Demon Lord
At this time, a face like white jade appeared in front of the two of them, white and a little scary, much whiter than white jade! Although handsome, it makes people feel cold all over their bodies. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ γ ο½ο½ο½ο½
Wearing light blue clothes, a simple look makes him look very delicate, a pair of big peach blossom eyes, a high nose bridge and small ears, very slender legs, and very powerful arms.
He stood up suddenly, and in an instant, the long hair on his back resolutely floated away, and a fragrance came to his face, at this time Dong Rong was willing to say: "Do you still wear perfume!" It's disgusting to die for a big man. β
It seemed that he smiled heartily, and he said, "Your Excellency, you are really joking. β
The voice was so crisp, at this time, Dong Rongyuan's whole body trembled for a while and said, "Don't say such disgusting things, and call me an adult." β
The little boy suddenly floated to a chair and poured two cups of tea for Dong Rong Yuan and Mo Fu.
The little boy waved his hand and signaled for Dong Rong to be willing to kill Mo Fu, and the two of them naturally knew each other.
After passing over, he sat on the chair, and at this time Dong Rong said, "This chair is so comfortable." β
Mo Fu picked up the teacup, then asked, "What is this?" β
The little boy said, "The tea that the white-faced ghost gave you." β
Mo Fu was stunned for a moment and said: "Tea can be so fragrant that it exudes the sweetness of flowers." β
The white-faced ghost said, "Then you might as well try it." β
Mo Fu picked up the teacup and wanted to taste it slowly, but at this time, Dong Rong was willing to dry it directly, and then said: "It's delicious, it's a fragrance that has not been sung." β
Mo Fu said to him: "You guy really doesn't know how to cherish good things. β
Mo Fu took a sip, then nodded, and suddenly felt a sweet instantly emanating from the internal organs, and then the whole body was ventilated, and a stream of incense overflowed to the dantian, and then from the bounce to the nose.
At this time, Mo Fusheng stood up excitedly, only to feel a burst of fragrance when he smiled.
At this time, Dong Rong was willing to say: "Are you as for it? β
Mo Fu Kill looked at the white-faced ghost and said, "It turns out that the predecessors are not rubbing perfume, but because of the fragrance of tea. β
The white-faced ghost smiled slightly, and then measured his face, showing a very stylish appearance. At this time, Dong Rong felt that something was wrong, and he slowly tasted it.
I just feel that after the taste, the same is true of the winter banyan wish! He looked incredulous, then stood up and gave off a smirk and a scent.
Dong Rong said: "This tea actually tastes different from the dry taste of drinking it. β
The little boy snorted and said, "You idiot, this is the tea of the white-faced ghost." β
Mo Fu Kill looked at the white-faced ghost and said, "Senior! Your tea leaves are delicious. β
The white-faced ghost nodded, and Dong Rong asked willingly: Is this tea famous?
The white-faced ghost said, "This is called Soul Forgetting Tea. β
Mo Fu said at this time: "Then will you forget things when you drink this tea?" β
The white-faced ghost said: "If you are a mortal, you can open the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and the immortal can improve your cultivation to dredge all the spiritual veins. β
Dong Rong said, "If that's the case, then I'll drink more." β
At this time, the little boy laughed and said, "But if you drink it in a big gulp, you will lose your memory." β
At this time, Dong Rong Yuan had a slight headache, and then looked at the white-faced ghost and said, "Really? β
The white-faced ghost nodded and said: It stands to reason that it is true, but γ»γ»γ»γ»γ»γ» "The people of the Dongrong family can't be described by common sense, you, the person you haven't met in the Dongrong family for thousands of years, will not lose your memory, but can make you remember a lot of sealed memories." β
At this time, Dong Rong Yuan smiled, his face darkened for a moment, and then his brows tightened slightly, and Dong Rong Yuan said, "What are you talking about?" β
At this time, the white-faced ghost smiled and said, "What do I say, you must know more than me." β
Dong Rong said: "You really don't look like a person who is imprisoned here, drinking such tea all day long, how comfortable you live every day." β
At this time, a gust of wind suddenly came out, directly carrying a fishy smell, and at this time, Dong Rong Yuan and Mo Fu suddenly spit out.
After spitting it out, he almost passed out, and at this time, the little boy stretched out his hand and the two of them sat down on the chair.
Dong Rong said, "Oh my God! This fishy smellγ»γ»γ»γ»γ»γ» I thought you could really drink tea in peace. β
Mo Fu coughed a few times and said: How is that possible, of course there will be suffering.
At this time, the white-faced ghost smiled, and the white-faced ghost said: "Do you know tens of thousands of years of loneliness. β
His sadness instantly rendered the three of them, but he did smile slightly, but the smile did not show sadness.
At this time, Dong Rong Yuan asked, "Why are you smiling so really?" β
Because, he said, "I'm just a challenge, like a challenge to voluntarily fall into a sea of fire, and there is such a kind of demon that likes to soar in the storm." β
Dong Rong Yuan nodded, and then the little boy began to cry, why the little boy was crying Dong Rong Yuan and Mo Fu didn't guess.
At this time, the white-faced ghost made tea again and said: "Mo Fu kill, you also take a big mouth of tea, you must be able to experience the feeling of a big dry mouth." β
Mo Fu shook his hand again and again and said: Senior, I am not from the Dongrong clan, and I am really afraid that I will forget things, "I have something very important that must not be forgotten." β
At this time, the white-faced ghost smiled and said, "It's okay, you don't know your strength at all." β
Mo Fu killed with a smirk and said, "Senior, you have won the prize." β
The white-faced ghost said: "You guy, you have more talent than the Dongrong clan, as well as strength and perseverance. β
Dong Rong Yuan didn't seem to care, he was still drinking tea, at this time, Mo Fu killed a smirk and said: "Senior, don't laugh, I have cultivated with Dong Rong Yuan, and I know the gap between us." β
At this time, the white-faced ghost said: "You are a strong bloodline of the Winter Banyan clan, but you are not as strong as the Winter Banyan Wish, because the Winter Banyan Wish itself is far more talented than the bloodline talent. β
At this time, Mo Fushu asked: "Senior, aren't these two kinds of talents innate, are they both one?" β
The white-faced ghost shook his head and said, "Innate is the power inherited from the ancestors, compared to the boiling blood of the Dong Rong family, and its own talent is the power in its own body. β
"It is a power that belongs only to oneself, a power that cannot be inherited, a power that exists in the deepest part of a person, and it is also the most powerful force."
Mo Fu said with a smile: "That Dong Rong is willing to cultivate for two years, which is unpredictable. β
At this time, Dong Rong Yuan laughed and said, "If I don't have to cultivate and don't have to endure hardships, I'm willing to cultivate for a few more days, okay?" β
At this time, the little boy suddenly cried, and the little boy looked very sad, at this time Mo Fusheng asked, "Why are you crying?" β
The little boy didn't have to answer, at this time the white-faced ghost patted his head lightly and said, "Xiaoyi doesn't have to be attached, everything has its own certainty." β