The footsteps of Autumn Yinong were vividly contained, and she could hear that this was Changyang's voice.

Sure enough, this woman is here.

She didn't move, there was no movement in the middle of the sound, and after a long time, she heard a slightly anxious voice from Zhan Yu: "What about her?" ”

It's asking Changyang.

Chang Yang drank in a low voice, drew a talisman in his hand, and read a word in his mouth, Qiu Yinong only felt that his head wanted to crack, his steps were not controlled at all, his body passed through the screen, and the person also floated in.

She watched her body pass through the screen and was stunned for a moment.

But suddenly his eyes hurt from the candlelight in the temple, and he hurriedly raised his hand to cover the candlelight.

This is her soul, where can the soul withstand such light?

This Chang Yang must have understood, not only did she secretly increase the intensity in the scriptures she recited, making her feel dizzy, but also deliberately lit such a bright lamp, just to make her feel the pain of burning her skin.

This woman, can't see her!!

As soon as she stood still, she heard the man on the high seat murmuring, "Eleven ......"

She trembled all over, raised her head, and saw that in the long and cold hall, there was a spiritual platform in front of the hall, and the black clothes stood there with a terrible sound, with her hands folded, and her lips were all dark and colorful.

The eyeliner is a slender red.

It was not far from the Shura King.

Her heart moved slightly, and she quietly swept over Chang Yang and looked at the person on the high seat.

The candlelight was dim, and the man sat on the dragon chair, resting one hand on the dragon's head, clenching it tightly, and the usual cold and hard silhouette was illuminated by the dim candlelight, and it was unexpectedly pale and soft.

In those eyes full of ice like deep pools, what I haven't seen for a long time is tenderness and excitement.

After seeing her appear, the ecstasy on the man's face immediately spread, and the whole person sat on the dragon chair, ready to move, holding the dragon's head and holding the hand tightly to stabilize his emotions a little.

He didn't dare to move, for fear that as long as he moved, the woman in front of him would dissipate with the wind. 、

The woman was dressed in gorgeous white clothes, and her slender waist was tied to be extraordinarily slender and weak, and a branch of white begonias bloomed to the extreme on the brocade clothes around her waist, the woman's eyebrows were gorgeous, and the red cinnabar under the corners of her eyes became clearer and clearer in his eyes.

Now, when she laughs, she looks sad.

Yes, this is his eleven, his eleven, finally back.

The man couldn't suppress the excitement, and the autumn mood was carefully in her eyes, and a cold smile appeared on the tip of her heart, Zhan Yu, Zhan Yu, you are so tender, what is it for?

Who do you want to show this scene to?

She lowered her eyebrows and smiled coldly, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if she had been stabbed in the heart by something, she quickly took a few steps back, covered her heart, raised her head, and met Chang Yang's gloating eyes.

Faintly, there is a vicious cold light.

Qiu Yinong knew that it must be this Chang Yang who was doing ghosts.

Why did this woman embarrass her three times and twice?

And because Chang Yang had her back to Zhan Yu, her current small movements and the sneer in her eyes, Zhan Yu didn't see it, Qiu Yinong saw it clearly, her body swayed a few times, and she fell to the ground all of a sudden.

Covering his heart, he retched, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood.