Fake Lan shook slightly, and his face couldn't hide the injury, "Hao Ze, I'm Lan'er, your Lan'er." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Hao Ze raised his long fingers, and the golden light enveloped the entire room.

"Since you are stubborn, then don't talk about it, if you skin you, the same will be true for soul searching."

As he spoke, he stretched out his arm, and without waiting for a move, the golden light shrouded the fake Lan at the same time, and a white light suddenly flew out, instantly illuminating the entire room.

Fake Lan shuddered, as a person who had been with him for a long time, she knew very well how powerful his natal treasure was.

Hao Ze stared indifferently at the discoloring Fake Lan, and the small white sword spun and struck straight at the top of her head.

Fake Lan trembled all over, and her legs were so weak that she couldn't move at all.

She used to follow Shi Lan and him, or stand beside him with Shi Lan's face, looking at those enemies who were mercilessly killed by him and turned into idiots or directly did not enter the reincarnation after being mercilessly killed and soul-searched.

Every time at this time, the pretending kind-hearted Shi Lan would frown, saying that he was too angry, and at that time she still felt that she really didn't have a backache when she stood and talked.

Hao Ze's methods are cruel, but also to clear the troubles, otherwise would he want to let the enemy go back to the mountain?

Fake Lan has always felt that her thoughts are right, and even she feels that she is close to Hao Ze's ideas, and the two are more compatible.

It's just that seeing the murderous bone sword at this moment, she really hopes that Hao Ze can remember what Shi Lan once said, and don't be so cruel to her, of course, she hopes that Hao Ze is not targeting her at this time, but unfortunately it is just her fantasy.

Hao Ze waited quietly for a moment, and seeing that she still refused to speak, he let go of his hands and feet, and directly controlled the bone sword to cut down.

The golden hairpin was cut in half in an instant, and the black hair was scattered messily, and Fake Lan couldn't help but go crazy staring at the strands of hair that fell on the ground.

There was a sharp pain, and warm blood flowed down his forehead to his chin.

Fake Lan couldn't hold back the scream, waving his hands, and the Dao vines gripped at the bone sword with teeth and claws.

Hao Ze snorted coldly, and the bone sword shone brightly.

The vines cracked inch by inch, turned into ashes in the blink of an eye, and fell to the ground.

Hao Ze looked at it intently, and said in a low voice: "It turned out to be a grass demon." ”

Fake Lan raised her head and stared at Hao Ze angrily.

Once when Shi Lan topped her face and identity, his name was Shi Lan Xiaoxian, why did she become a demon when she arrived, Shi Lan is so good, even if she loses consciousness and loses this face, she will be maintained by him?

Hao Ze didn't like her eyes very much, and with a movement of his fingers, a golden light flashed.

The treasure clothes on Fake Lan's body lost their glow and turned a dull green.

As if she couldn't accept it, Fake Lan roared hard, ignoring the damage of the injured bone sword, she clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands, her fingers were stabbed with blood, she grimaced her face, and pulled out the sword with her bloody hands.

Hao Ze twisted his eyebrows dissatisfied, flicked his long fingers, and the bone sword turned, and the two mutilated palms fell to the ground.

Ten fingers are connected to the heart, and a finger hurt to the heart, not to mention that the whole thing is gone.

Fake Lan suddenly let out a miserable howl that was not like a human voice, and the sound was only terrifying.

It's a pity that the house has been cast by Hao Ze, and there is no sound outside.

Hao Ze is tyrannical by nature, and he has been killed by him, and this kind of scream is just a little noisy for him.

Frowning, he recalled the bone sword.

"Shut up, if you quarrel again, I'll cut your tongue."

Fake Lan immediately gritted his teeth, for fear that he would really do that, and forcibly stifled the screams that were squeezed into his throat.

Hao Ze came to the front in a flash, shook the bone sword in disgust, shook off the blood stains on it, and said with the hilt of the sword: "You imitate Lan'er like this, you must have a lot to do with her, I don't want her to know about sadness in the future, you tell the truth, I will give you a good time." ”

Fake Lan smiled miserably, it's like this again, everything is premised on Shi Lan's wishes, even how to deal with herself, you have to take into account her feelings, the tenderness she once felt is just the moon in the mirror.

She suddenly became angry and resentful in her heart, and her eyes subconsciously fell on his eyebrows, turning into a faint gray mark, and suddenly froze.

She had looked between his eyebrows two days ago, and the imprint was still very deep, not as shallow as it was now.

Fake Lan is not low in intelligence, and he will understand the reason in a moment.

It must have been something that happened to him and Shi Lan, so he got rid of her erosion and found that he was different from Shi Lan.

Looking at the cold and ruthless Hao Ze, Fake Lan was very desperate, this was her last chance, her doppelganger had already died out due to the continuous killing of him and Shi Lan, and it was the most powerful one who remained here, if he couldn't be taken down this time, then what was waiting for the deity was Hao Ze's Xingshi to ask for guilt.

Fake Lan remembered the nominal master of the deity, Mingzhi.

It's just a matter of face, how can he care about his own life and death.

Hao Ze waited for a while, and saw that she still refused to cooperate, so he simply raised his hand, ready to understand directly.

When Fake Lan saw his movements, he dared to hesitate and hurriedly hooked the big array between his eyebrows.

Hao Ze snapped his fingers, and the golden light flowed in his fingertips, but his eyes were a little sluggish at this moment.

Fake Lan stroked her messy hair, took two steps forward, and was about to move, when she saw Hao Ze's eyes roll, and he seemed to be about to wake up.

Fake Lan was shocked, and he didn't care about anything else, so he hurriedly said, "Collect the enchantment." ”

Hao Ze moved his fingers obediently.

The golden light that shrouded the entire room suddenly shrank into a bunch, and before he could retract his fingertips, Hao Ze frowned and broke free from control.

Fake Lan has been staring at him with good eyes, and when he saw that something was wrong, he hurriedly pinched the trick and rushed out directly along the open door.

Hao Ze came back to his senses, only to see a brown light disappear from his eyes, he stomped his foot and dodged out.

Outside the door, Yun Servant rubbed his shoulders and walked over with a frown, and when he saw Hao Ze's afterimage, he only had time to say 'hey'.

Hao Ze chased all the way to the gate of the mountain, and when he saw that he was about to catch Fake Lan, he saw a red light flying in the distance, directly blocking his golden light.

Hao Ze frowned, cursed in a low voice, and watched Fake Lan disappear into the mountains and forests.

The red light fell, and an old man with a crane hair and a childish face saw Hao Ze standing by the door, and hurriedly arched his hand and said: "Congratulations, the Divine Monarch has finally achieved a positive result, and the little old man has come to ask for a glass of water and wine to drink." ”

Hao Ze was stunned by what he said, and before he was about to ask, he saw clouds floating in the sky one after another.

Hao Ze squinted and looked at it, and found that most of the people who came were coming towards him, and when he saw that he was all smiling, he didn't wait for the clouds to descend, and they all bowed their hands to congratulate.

Hao Ze smiled politely, welcomed everyone into the mountain gate, and beckoned Yun Servant to come out to entertain guests.

Yun Fu Shicai was hit by Fake Lan, and was sitting in the room rubbing his shoulders, when he heard Hao Ze's instructions, he hurriedly brewed the unique medicinal tea of the mountain gate, brought it out, and heard that there were still people coming, and hurriedly waited at the mountain gate to greet him.

Hao Ze beckoned everyone to drink tea, and while everyone was tasting tea, he sneaked to the side, wanting to find someone to ask what was going on.

In the distance, Qing Yue walked with a green flute in his hand, the cyan robe swayed slightly as he walked, and the sunlight fell on his face, making him more and more warm as jade.