Chapter 540: Please enter the urn. 5

She held a delicate red pipa in her arms, the workmanship was very exquisite, the pipa was embroidered with strange totems, she held it in her arms, and her slender hands moved rhythmically, and the sound was in her ears.

It's weird.

Walking in front were two women in white impermanent clothes, who walked quickly with broken steps, taking off with light skills.

The one who spoke just now was one of the white impermanences.

The men lured them here, killed the drivers, and it seemed that they wanted to get rid of them.

I often hear people say that the sound of the pipa is the sound of the imp opening the way, this woman is holding a lute, is she trying to clear the way for the imp?

Pretending to be a ghost!!

The sound of the pipa stopped, and so did the black and white impermanence, and the woman sitting upright on the chariot, holding the pipa in her arms, tilted her head and looked at the autumn mood with interest, revealing her eyes outside the veil, and aimed at the red slender eyeliner.

It's very weird.

At that moment, Qiu Yinong inexplicably remembered the white mask on King Shura's face.

On that mask, there was also such a slender red eyeliner, which was so weird that people's heartbeats almost stopped.

The woman sat on the chariot, tilted her head and looked curiously at the autumn mood, a pair of autumn water cut pupils sparkling, the end was very good-looking, but after looking at the long eyeliner, it spread to the corners of the eyes, and it looked very evil.

There is a faint totemic makeup of an ancient race.

The woman looked at it for a while, as if she had finally seen enough, and asked in a soft and beautiful voice: "You are autumn?" ”

When she asked her, her voice was as gentle as water, like a mountain spring trickling in the valley, tinkling and jingling, very beautiful.

Could it be that this dark and strange woman has such a beautiful voice?

Come to think of it, the appearance must also be overwhelming.

"You don't already know everything, so why bother?"

Qiu Yinong did not dodge, took a step forward, looked up at the woman on the chariot, and with a smirk in her words, she could read the deep chill in her eyes.

When the woman looked at her, behind the seemingly indifferent eyes, there was a secret resentment.

Where does this resentment come from?

Autumn was suddenly a little surprised.

If this woman is the holy woman of the witch clan that Tianyi said, then she and her, naturally, have never met each other, this woman wants to put her to death three times and twice, why is this? When the woman heard Qiu Yinong's laughter, she didn't care much, her waist stopped, and her plain white and beautiful hands were painted with red dankou, and her fingertips were slender, caressing the strings of the pipa, and looking at Qiu Yinong condescendingly.

The words smiled: "You are the first person who dares to talk to me like that." ”

She looked down at Qiu Yinong proudly with her eyes, and her tone and demeanor were all full of arrogance.

"High priest, this woman is so ignorant, it is better to let the minions destroy her." A black impermanence spoke eeriely.

That posture seems to be, as long as the woman on the chariot gives an order, he can rush over at any time and extinguish the autumn mood.

Very arrogant.

The woman who was called the high priest on the chariot smiled elegantly, raised her eyes and looked over, her gaze fell on Guo Li's body, she paused slightly, and said meaningfully: "This young man is a man with wise roots. ”

With wisdom roots, there will definitely be good practice.

Holidays will be successful.