Nangong Beichenying's eyes flashed, "Gongziya, what are you talking about?" Brother also admires the little beauty, and goes to the soup for the little beauty, and he doesn't give up, is Gongziya worried that I won't be a competitor? ”

Ji Moya raised his eyes to look at him...... There are no waves on his face, and his eyes are surprisingly light.

Nangong Beichen's momentum was blazing at first, but gradually weakened under his gaze.

In the end, Nangong Beichen said stupidly, "Gongziya, it's useless for you to see me, everyone has a love for beauty, even if you kill me, I still love the little beauty, and I am willing to find something to nourish the soul for the little beauty." When the little beauty wakes up, you and I will compete fairly! Do you dare to challenge me? ”

Jimoya is scorching and dazzling, as noble as Songhua, and his expression is so cold that the surrounding air has a trace of indifference and chill.

He didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, so he gently blew the hair on his face that blocked his nose for Phantom Tilt Yan, with an ambiguous and gentle attitude, and then walked away with Phantom Tilt Yan in his arms.

"Hey! Gongziya, you haven't agreed to my challenge yet? Feed!! If you don't agree, my son will also agree! ”

After Ji Moya left the distance with his illusion.

Bai Chenfeng walked out of the shadows, and the injuries on his body at this time were also bandaged, looking like a mummy.

His gaze followed Jimoya and Phantom for a long time......

Nangong Beichen bumped him with his elbow, "How is it?" Do you admire brother? Brother has just made a war with Gongziya, is it majestic? Convincing brother? If the little beauty doesn't follow her son, then she should be the next brother, you know? You've got to be the last to ......."

Bai Chenfeng ignored him completely, and said to himself, "What nourishes the soul?" Good! Xiao Yan, wait for me. ”

Then, once again, he flashed into the darkness and disappeared without a trace.

Nangong Beichen looked in the direction of Jimoya, and then looked at the direction of Baichenfeng......

"Hey, you don't treat your brother as a brother, what do you mean? Be careful that the little beauty will be brother's sooner or later! ”

Phantom Dream Moon didn't take three kicks from Yuichi.

Her cultivation is really poor, a one-star spirit master, the spirit treasure is almost useless, and she is already dead when she is kicked out of the palace of Jin Dazhong.

Her corpse was lying horizontally, falling from a high altitude, all her bones were shattered, bleeding from her seven orifices, miserable, a pair of eyes, still dead, usually the appearance of flowers and moons, when she died, how terrifying and terrifying it was......

Some students came to see the excitement.

What the hell is going on?

was stopped by Yu Wei, "The demon race went crazy and jumped off the building, and the idle people walked away, be careful that the demon qi was infected......"

The onlookers didn't dare to stay for a moment, and they dispersed in a hurry.

Not only that, but he also pointed and pointed, for fear of being contaminated with demonic energy.

"You deserve it, if you don't take any road, you have to take the demon road......"

"I seem to have seen this woman, isn't it the apprentice recently accepted by the fat man Jin Dazhong? Kim Dae-jong's virtue, dead lustful ......"

"Let's go, bad luck, it's so ugly that you can't eat!"

……

Phantom Dream Moon didn't even know anyone in the Canglang School Palace, so she died, and she didn't even have a person to collect the corpse.

Yu Yi completed the task and took the Yu guards away, and in the end, it was the people from the Dongming Hall who came to casually wrap the body of Phantom Dream Moon in a broken mat and take it away.

……

Holy Academy, Holy School.

In a cave in the back mountain, flowers, birds, fish and insects, flowers are like brocade, and the beautiful scenery of the good day is beautiful.

A girl dances among the flowers, the movements are as beautiful as a fairy, and the dance posture is not an ordinary dance, between each movement, there is an indescribable elegance, more of a killing intent, like a blooming poisonous flower.