A stone appeared silently and struck the horse's hoof, and the horse's hoofed hoof fell backwards, overturning the man on the horse. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Except for the T-Bone Spirit, no one seemed to notice the sudden stone.

The mother of the child of the "Shanbao ......" rushed to her and hugged her son and cried with joy.

The surrounding people also cheered enthusiastically, and the child was saved.

Her eyes were fixed on the stones, and she saw them hit the horse's hooves, preventing the horses from hurting and overturning the horses. The stones rolled to the ground and rolled away in the chaos of the crowd.

Aside from her, no one noticed the anomaly of the stone.

Lifting his skirt, he raised his feet and chased after him.

"Miss, where are you going?" In the excitement, Xiaoli exclaimed. In the blink of an eye, the young lady was no longer visible.

She hurried and chased after her nonsensically. I don't know which direction to go correctly, so I dare to follow my instincts.

The pink skirt is flying, and the walk is like flying, and after running a hundred meters away, the load on the heart can't bear it. It was beating violently, and his breathing began to be rapid.

She seemed unconscious, and her eyes caught up with the purple-clothed corners of the alley.

Goblin! The smell she was familiar with, the recipe she was familiar with.

Quicken your pace and run into the alley.

Stone lanes and walls form alleys at a distance of two meters, and the speed of progress of the buildings seems to be catching up with the architectural style left over from old Beijing.

The wind blew on her from outside, her sideburns flew wildly, and her clothes fluttered.

She was as excited as she saw her relatives, but the other party was not.

There were still people in the empty alley, not even a ghost.

And her strength and the power of the desolation were also exhausted.

The heart seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, and the pain of constriction came over her, as if someone was holding her heart and tapping it with nails and hammers.

Her feet went limp, and she slowly slid down against the wall, and a suppressed moan escaped her mouth.

As soon as the hand was raised, he habitually wanted to use the demon power, and the gesture was compared. Without a trace of change, she seemed to realize that she was not a demon and had no demon power.

Laughing at herself, in the empty alley, she sat down on the ground along the wall and closed her eyes.

The wind outside the alley was blowing, and the mud and dust fell on her head, and her hands slowly hung down weakly.

The man hidden two or three meters away from the roof stood suspended in the air, his purple robe fluttering in the wind.

He looked coldly at the person who slowly lowered his hand, watching her with God's eyes as she was draining her life little by little.

In the narrow alley, the woman in pink leans against the wall, her face hanging, and she can see the lower half of her pale face.

The desolation is like a beautiful scroll into the painting, and the spread skirt is like a swaying and blooming flower.

When her hand fell, the man in purple slowly floated down to her side, and his hidden body appeared, revealing the warm and handsome young face.

His lips were pursed, and he reached for the woman's chin.

It was in this second.

His eyes widened, and his head lifted up to meet him.

The man in purple slowly withdrew his hand, twisted his fingers lightly, looked at her with an unhurried face, and asked calmly. "Were you looking for me just now?"

But the flickering look in his eyes revealed that he was still a little surprised just now.

Ding Guling shook her body and stood up with difficulty against the wall, such a simple action, but she was sweating profusely.

Leaning against the wall panting. "You're a demon!"

Her eyes locked on him, no questions or inquiries, a tone of affirmation.

"Huh!" The man smiled, raised his eyebrows and looked at her, but his breath changed instantly. The gentleness just now is as soft as the clouds of the past, and it is only violent and ruthless.

He grabbed her by the neck and pushed her against the wall inch by inch.

Place your toes on the ground, and then hang your body in the air. Her face turned red, it was a change in her normal body that couldn't breathe.

Her expression did not change at all, her eyes stared at the young man in purple, calm and waveless, like a pool of deep water, and the stones sank to the bottom of the pool when they fell, without even a trace of waves.

"Interesting!" The man let go of her abruptly and grinned at her.

She was thrown to the ground, her back to the ground, and the hot pain hit her, and she took a breath.

Damn it! Does this demon have a bit of gentlemanly demeanor, don't you understand that you have to treat women politely?

Grinning her teeth, the pain in her heart and the pain in her back left her no longer strong enough to get up.

The man stepped over her, looked down at her condescendingly, and smiled happily. "I'm a demon! So what? ”

He said. "You see you're just a mortal, what are you going to do with me." He looked down at her earnestly. "I'll hit you, you don't even have the strength to fight back."

T-Guling's face flushed, and his eyes breathed fire, as if he wanted to burn him.

Soul light! Can you speak? The opening scene is sarcasm, and can you still play happily.

She still treats him as a relative, and she is as excited to see him as her own mother.

"O mortals! It's that fragile. He snorted, shook his head helplessly and glanced at Ding Guling, turned around and hummed a tune and walked out of the alley happily.

Ding Guling slammed his hand on the ground, this demon was arrogant, she really wanted to beat him how to break it.

Without witchcraft, she couldn't even beat people. No, she still has illusions! Magic? Yes yes! The illusion of this body is superb. How did she forget.

But how the illusion was made, she thought quickly.

At the last second when the purple-clad banshee was about to disappear from her sight, she activated her illusion.

The figure of the man in purple disappeared, and she hung her hand weakly.

It took a lot of effort for Xiaoli to find her in the alley, and her tears came out in her eagerness. In a panic, he took out the medicine and fed it to the young lady, and Ding Guling had the slightest strength.

Jia Ling's body is as delicate as Lin Daiyu, and she wheezes when she runs a few steps, and it is not myrrh, the medicine is on Xiaoli's body.

It is said that it was refined by a certain alchemy master who cultivated immortals, and there were only ten pills, and they were not used up.

And the medicine is in Xiaoli's hands, why is it in her hands? It was her father who was worried that she was using drugs indiscriminately. Because she once broke the record of swallowing five pills in a month.

You know, that's not a good idea! This medicine was left to her by the master of immortal cultivation to save her life, and she could only take it when it was critical to her life, and she was able to eat cabbage like her. What to do in times of crisis? There is the order of the national teacher, and Xiaoli's follow.

The medicine is in the hands of Xiao Li, and Xiao Li will only take it out at a critical moment.

After taking the medicine, my body seemed to be full of strength all of a sudden.

It didn't take long for her face to regain her rosiness and stand up in Xiaoli's support.

It's just that an immortal alchemist has such a spiritual power, so what is the level of it.

Ding Guling was silent, and she suddenly believed in this second that this was not Meng Po's trick - this was the past!

This is also known as crossing.

Time and space are actually divided into countless fragments, each of which may have its own world, a space. There are three thousand in the world, some of which are making slow progress, and some of which are making rapid progress.

Some survive in the last days, some in the present, and some in this pure ancient world.

Of course, this is not what the great god told T-Bone Spirit or she found out herself, but what appears in the novel.

(To be continued.) )