Chapter 415: The Last of the Last (32)

Hao Ze's Shenzhao suddenly made the entire divine realm boil, and for a while, all the immortals, regardless of the size of the immortal power, stepped on the auspicious clouds one after another. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Fake Lan hid in the forest and heard the content of the announcement, and immediately gritted his teeth with hatred.

She didn't expect Hao Ze to be so impatient, as soon as she revealed her face, she immediately announced to the world, hoping to let everyone know that he was going to mix with Shi Lan.

He really used her as mud.

Fake Lan stared at the tall and relaxed in front of her, just like the person she had been thinking about for tens of thousands of years, the palm that was not cut off was still leaving blood, and her breath became weaker and weaker as the blood flowed out.

Fake Lan is not a weak person after all, she only thought for a moment, and then quickly made a decision.

The holding of the double cultivation ceremony means that the two of them are about to double cultivate, and her formation will not last long, and when Hao Ze fully wakes up, the deity's small life will definitely be difficult to protect.

The man on the left and right will not belong to him, so he will simply break up.

Shi Lan is here now, her soul is about the same as herself, fake Lan smiled ruthlessly, anyway, she is dead, it is always good to pull a cushion.

Fake Lan squinted at the clouds flying in the sky, rubbed her sleeves with difficulty and wiped her face, took out a low-key and decent robe from the brocade bag, and after dressing up, she slowly rose into the air.

Critically looking at the various auspicious clouds, she aimed at the fairy, who had flexible eyebrows and a curious face.

After deliberately dressing up for so many years, she has unconsciously become accustomed to this style, and she will inevitably make mistakes again, and she cautiously focuses on the object she is good at playing.

The auspicious clouds floated in, and the fake Lan Yang smiled kindly, arched the wide sleeves, and said, "The fairy is polite." ”

The fairy didn't look very old, her bright eyes purred, tilted her head, and said curiously, "You know me?" ”

The corners of Fake Lan's mouth were raised, and she was secretly happy in her heart, she could ask this, either a rookie who went out for the first time, or a second generation of immortals who were pampered by her family and didn't know about the world, no matter which one she was, she was the best candidate for her who was still a little weak at the moment.

"The fairy has a dusty temperament and a beautiful appearance, and the little fairy has been fortunate enough to see it from afar," the cloud controlled by Fake Lan slowly leaned over and said, "At that time, the little fairy thought how good it would be if he could make friends with a character like the fairy." ”

Fake Lan said with a smile on her face: "But I don't want to have such a fate today." ”

The fairy was very happy to be flattered by her, and when she saw her coming, she was not only vigilant, but also beckoned: "Although my sister's appearance is ordinary, her vision is good, I am very happy to know my sister." ”

Fake Lan twitched the corners of her mouth slightly, since she transformed, she hated it most when others talked about her appearance, and this woman just cleverly stepped on her thunder point.

Fake Lan is secretly ruthless, and she will definitely try her ordinary methods later.

"My sister and I have a heart-to-heart, I'm so happy," Fake Lan stepped onto her auspicious clouds, manipulating the two auspicious clouds to dock, her arm inadvertently slicing across her waist, and a very thin vine climbed up her sleeve and pierced her white wrist mercilessly.

The fairy shook violently, looked at Fake Lan in surprise, and cried out in a lost voice.

Fake Lan grinned at her and said in a low voice, "If you call again, I'll suck you dry immediately." ”

The fairy's eyes widened in horror, her pink lips turned pale with fright, and her mouth did not obey, so she hurriedly pressed it with her other hand, signaling that she would never scream again.

The vines bulged one small bag after another, and along the meridians of the vines, they continued to pour into Fake Lan's body.

Warm blood, full of immortal qi, Fake Lan sighed comfortably, and the palm that was cut off by Hao Ze before slowly grew a little.

The fairy's face was like paper, trembling, and she looked like a pitiful little white rabbit.

Fake Lan hated this kind of person the most, glared at her coldly, and fell to the ground against her hard.

Hidden through the layers of branches and leaves, she cruelly wrapped it tightly into a ball of vines.

There were shouts and violent struggles from the vine balls, and Fake Lan wrapped the vines tightly, and for a long time she licked the corners of her mouth proudly, like a well-fed wolf.

The vines slid into her sleeves, and a corpse wrapped in a robe fell to the ground with a 'snap'.

Fake Lan stretched out her two hands that had just opened her hands and moved, as if to test the dexterity of her newly opened fingers.

The ground under the dried corpse rolled as if it were boiling a pot, and the dried corpse was covered with layers of mud that poured out, and soon there was no trace of it.

Confirming that there was no clue, she conjured up a water mirror and pretended to be in front of the mirror for a long time, and the mirror was alive and well the delicate and innocent second generation of immortals just now.

Straightening her robe, her satisfied face wrinkled again.

It turned out that her previous clothes were all prepared by Hao Ze, and if she wanted to sneak into the mountain gate at this time, she had to pass the level of Yun Servant, and she was worried that Yun Servant would have an impression of her clothes, so she would notice herself.

Fake Lan looked down at the ground covered with dead leaves and mud, disgusted and didn't want to work on it again.

Tilting his head and thinking back to the fool's dress, he felt that his body was similar to her, and if he had to say the difference, it was that this body was a few ranks higher than the fool.

Fake Lan persuaded herself that most men were rough, and she had tried on this dress before, and Hao Ze would not take it to heart if she thought about it.

Stepping on the auspicious clouds, Fake Lan tried to recall, confirming that when she tried on clothes, Yun Servant was not in front of her, and her heart was a little more settled.

The small clouds fell with everyone, and False Lan followed among several immortals who were similar in strength to her.

Yun Servant has been busy for so long, he has already been dizzy, and when he saw Fake Lan raising his eyes and smiling at the person next to him from time to time, he thought that the two were together, and he didn't care, but he just told him to only walk around in the front yard and not go to the back, so he let him go.

Fake Lan nodded with a smile and followed the steps of the person in front of her into the place where she had fled not long ago.

After passing through the dense flower trees and making sure that the cloud servants standing outside the door did not notice this, Fake Lan broke away from everyone and quietly went around to the back of the cave.

The trail is long, and the green grass hangs softly, keeping the noise out of the noisy sounds, and the surroundings are plunged into a quiet.

Fake Lan stared at the Baicao Garden in the distance hatefully, and gritted her teeth hard.

Waving his hand to open the green grass that blocked his vision, Fake Lan leaned over and sneaked over.

The Hundred Herbs Garden was as quiet as ever, and only the abominable fat dog squatted on the ground and squatted on the ground in the huge garden.

For Xiao Ming, who lost one of her arms, Fake Lan still had palpitations, and she couldn't help but suffer a big loss like last time, so she sneaked into the green grass on the side and quietly waited for the opportunity.

In the small shed, Shi Lan took care of himself and came out drunk with a small pot of God King.

Xiao Ming moved his long ears and sniffled.

Shi Lan smiled and rubbed its ears, and advised, "I'll go out, you take care of the yard and don't let others in." ”

Xiao Ming nodded obediently.

Breaking the ban, Shi Lan walked briskly across the path towards the lake.

Fake Lan turned his head and stared at her back fiercely, if his gaze could be used as a weapon, then he believed that Shi Lan would already be riddled with holes by now.