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All of a sudden, all eyes were focused on Qingge, either sighing, sympathizing, or ridiculing-

Qingge frowned, and a flash of anger flashed in her eyes.

The past, after all, has passed, and she now has someone in her heart and blossoms, but there are always people who come forward and don't give up, and mention this matter again and again.

Lan Wu looked at the flying Demon Qiong of the sword in surprise, and then looked at Mei Qingchen, she wanted to see the same expression as herself in Mei Qingchen.

But she was disappointed, Mei Qingchen just frowned, and a look of helplessness swept over her eyes.

"Ah Chen-" Lan Wu tugged at Mei Qingchen's sleeve.

Mei Qingchen lowered her head, as if she was thinking about something, and was unmoved.

Lan Wu was quite lost, and her eyes were dull.

Seeing that Mei Qingchen didn't speak, Mo Qiong jumped down from the long sword, walked towards Qingge, hid the knife in her smile, and said with bad intentions: "I heard that the night girl is happy with the Lord Mei Gongzi of the Floating Realm, congratulations." "Hands arched.

Qingge looked at Mo Qiong coldly.

Now, everyone in the world knows that her man is the elusive Ji Gongzi, but Mei Qingchen's imprint is too deep.

The original funny wedding is still criticized, no one can forget it, even if she ignores it again and again, there will still be people mentioning it again and again, reminding her that she was so depressed and abandoned at the beginning.

She is not afraid of the power of gossip, but she has a stubbornness and unknown inferiority complex under her self-confidence, although she dares to love and hate, but she also knows that she is not qualified to stand next to Ji Yue and reign in the world at ease, and she was discarded in a wedding robe, which made her status even lower.

She doesn't care, but she doesn't want to shame her man, and she doesn't want someone to point at Himezuki's nose in the future and say, Your wife is garbage that no one wants.

Beiyue Ming, Mei Qingchen-

The cold anger spread to the limbs, and a green fire suddenly appeared in his eyes, and in an instant, the figure of Qingge and the wind disappeared, and an afterimage appeared in the sky, and the yin wind swept away.

But seeing a trance, Qingge came to Mo Qiong.

The outstretched hand mercilessly clasped Mo Qiong's neck, and the moon flame burned in his palm.

Ice blades fell from the sky and plunged into the ground around the two of them.

Mo Qiong drove the sword in the sky to attack Qingge, and the sword went sideways, from top to bottom, it was about to penetrate towards Qingge's Heavenly Spirit Gai.

Qingge raised his eyes, his pupils were full of green, and the spiritual power in the thunder nest was full of energy, but he saw that the flying spirit weapon exploded into powder in front of everyone's eyes.

Qingge grabbed Mo Qiong and threw it to the ground, she took a step forward, the long wind hit, and the robe was flying.

There was still a red moon flame burning on Mo Qiong's neck, centered on her white neck, burning all over her body, and this fire was also very playful, burning the clothes on Mo Qiong's shameful chest.

The flame of the moon disappeared, the two taels of white flesh on his chest were cold, Mo Qiong's eyes widened, his hands were wrapped around his chest, and as soon as his consciousness moved, he took out an outer robe from the space bag and put it on his body again.

Mo Qiong glared at Qingge angrily, but there was a storm in his heart.

The last time we met, Ye Qingge was only congenital sevenfold, even if the clan met at the time, she was only congenital threefold, and it was just a congenital triple since the innate triple broke through to the innate sevenfold, and I haven't seen her for more than half a year, and Ye Qingge has broken through to the innate eleventh fold!

That's it, Mo Qiong obviously felt that the strength exuded by Ye Qingge during the battle was not only the innate eleventh.

Such an amazing talent, even if it is placed in Falling Flower City, it should be the leader of the younger generation.

Next to the white crane, the man stood tall and jade, standing with his hands in his hands, his eyes wandering over Qingge.

She is always like this, with countless amazing secrets hidden in her body, and a deadly attraction.

Lan Wu has been observing Mei Qingchen's expression, and it can be said that she is the person who knows Mei Qingchen best in the world.

She lowered her head in disappointment, feeling unwell and trying to cough.

She frowned, holding it until her face was flushed.

At this moment, Lan Wu was disgusted with his weak and delicate body, sick body.

She also wanted to be like that woman, carrying a knife and fighting with high spirits, but she didn't have this life.

After waking up from the ice valley, she lived like a year, all the time, her life was worried, if it weren't for Mei Qingchen's meticulous care, I was afraid that she would have gone west now.

Mei Qingchen is the belief that allowed her to survive, but now, this belief seems to be no longer the same.

Lan Wu is a smart woman, although she knows it, she can't point it out, tearing this thin layer of paper.

Mo Qiong's hair was disheveled, and she was covered with a fiery robe, embarrassed and depressed.

Qingge is still indifferent.

When dealing with Xue Ling'er, she gave each other a step down, so that Xue Ling'er would not hate her to the core, and it also played a role in killing chickens and monkeys, but Mo Qiong was different, Qin Kui was good, or the clan was compared, when she was in Beiyue, she and Mo Qiong had already formed a blood feud, and she didn't mind tearing her face in public.

After all, it's a matter of time.

There have been too many people laughing at Mei Qingchen for running away from marriage, and she wants this matter to end here.

Phew――

The sharp sword tore through the sound of the sky, a huge sword in the air, quickly swept towards the direction of the Snow Maiden Mountain, in the middle of the night, the enchanting moonlight, few stars, cold like a knife.

On each sword, there stood a man with extraordinary demeanor.

The man at the head, dressed in a scarlet robe, splashed ink hair, tied up with a jade crown at will, the man was as unruly as fire, wild and uninhibited, the placket on the chest was open, the strong and powerful sexy stunner was exposed, and a yellowed wine gourd was hung on the waist seal at will, as if there was a fragrance of wine overflowing in the air.

Qingge saw the coming, his limbs were slightly cold, and his heart was trembling.

The evil son of the Mo family, the city lord of Luohua City, gave birth to a righteous son in the eternal night.

I still remember that the last time we met, we were looking for a country in the west.

In the midst of the disaster, they went their separate ways.

So far, in the realm of nothingness of Qingge, there are still many jars of broken intestine wine brewed by the ink evil.

Mo Xie jumped down from the long sword with a lot of momentum, and he strode towards the light song, a little less sloppy, but more and more evil.

"What's wrong with your hair?" Mo Xie stood in front of Qingge, rubbed her head naturally, and asked.

Qingge was just about to speak, when a murderous aura flashed in Mo Xie's vicious eyes.

On Qingge's white hair, he sensed the aura of Moqiong's flying aura.

Mo Xie smiled cruelly, turned around, and looked at Mo Qiong, "Did you mess up?" ”

Mo Qiong frowned, speechless, she really had no choice in the face of the ink evil.

Some time ago, Mo Xie became the righteous son of the city lord Eternal Night.

It is said that Yongyesheng attached great importance to the ink evil, and specially went to the Alchemy Mansion to find a high-grade elixir to help the ink evil break through the spirit master in one fell swoop.

In front of Mo Xie, even if Mo Qiong was the daughter of the Qin family, he definitely didn't dare to be presumptuous.

Mo Xie is in the city of falling flowers, no longer collects antiques, calligraphy and paintings, and loves landscapes, he is like a devil, a tyrant, and moody.

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