With a cold snort, Zi Changqing brushed his sleeves away.

Lan Yu's mother and Zi Changyu's wife were originally good sisters who married Jin Lan, and the two families have always been good friends, often moving around, and they have become in-laws in recent years.

Lan Yu's father is also a leader in Obsidian City, and he is very prestigious.

Because of such a good son-in-law, coupled with his daughter's good talent, and even refining a three-star pill of the earth level a few years ago, Zi Changyu has always been arrogant in the sect.

On weekdays, he always looks like his nostrils are facing the sky, even for his eldest brother Zi Changqing, who is the head of a sect, Zi Changyu doesn't pay much attention to it.

Zi Changqing had already seen this younger brother unpleasantly, and now that Zi Mei and Lan were confused by such a thing, he, who was an uncle, was not only not distressed at all, but was very happy.

Zi Changyu was crying with tears on his face, but the crowd quickly dispersed, and no one went up to comfort him.

On weekdays, this Lan Chao relied on his own cultivation to get it, plus the most powerful Lan Qi City from the Beizhou Continent, he was powerful and blessed in the sect, and now that they are dead, it is too late for the other disciples to be happy, where is there half a person who is even sad for them?

Not far away, on the horizontal branch of a towering ancient tree.

Purple Pupil lazily shook her calves and raised her hand to throw away a leaf that she was playing with.

Now that things had ended perfectly, it was time for her to go back and study her new body.

"I want you."

Behind him, a deep male voice sounded without warning.

With a slight tap of her little hand on the tree, she instantly turned into a stand, the smile on her face turned into a night as deep, and a pair of eyes looked straight at the place where the voice came from.

He stood on a taller branch not far in front of her, the thickness of her little finger, but he stood as steady as a mountain.

It was a young man, with a huge body and an almost perfect eight-headed body ratio.

The black robe is like night, with gorgeous gold ornaments on the collar, sleeves and hem of the robe, and a golden medallion the size of a baby's palm hangs under the belt, which is very conspicuous on the hem of the black robe.

The night breeze was blowing, and his clothes and hair were fluttering slightly, like ink and green silk, and his face was like cold jade.

Whether it is the eyebrows, eyes, lips and nose, or the way of arrangement, they are almost perfect, but they do not look feminine because of this, because the domineering meaning that comes out between the eyebrows has absolute strength.

Looking at his appearance, he is just a young man in his twenties, but with that kind of momentum, he seems to have lived for thousands of years.

There was no expression on his face, not even killing intent, but he stood there like that, like a night god, making people's chests tight.

This person, she had never seen before, was by no means a member of their sect, and if she could get within three meters of her body without noticing, this guy must be a master.

Any woman in the sect will probably be moved by his face.

Any man in the sect will probably be forced by his momentum.

However, the purple pupil looked at the person in front of him, and there was only disdain and coldness in his beautiful eyes.

In the eyes of Zitong, there are only two kinds of things in this world, the first is what she likes, what she likes, she will pet and coax to protect it, and the second is what she doesn't like, so there is only one result - destruction.

Although the young man in front of her was handsome and extraordinary, she didn't like the condescending look at her at all.