The night was not stained, and I quietly breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that it wasn't her.

She's right, her beam technique hasn't been rotten to this extent, but the sound of this voice later makes her soul have a slight sense of resonance, a resonance of disgust.

"Go back and tell Your Highness that I won't go back, and my life will be returned to him a long time ago." The beautiful voice is also familiar, but I can't remember it if I haven't dyed it overnight.

It wasn't a long time before another voice spoke, but Ye Weiran was sure that the man was still in the house and hadn't left.

Not good!

Ye Weiran said secretly in his heart, lightly with his feet, jumped directly off the beam, and stood in the courtyard

This time she was careless, since she could feel that person in her soul, that person couldn't feel her.

Powerful divine power bombarded the roof, the tiles exploded, and black flames kept spreading.

Fortunately, the night is not dyed and runs fast, otherwise this diffuse black fire is really enough for her to eat a pot, her current body is a zombie, and the phoenix fire overcomes all evil things.

Looking at the figure rushing out of the black flames, Ye Weiran knew why he had a feeling of disgust in his heart.

In the entire Feng clan, only the phoenix that has cultivated the forbidden art will be a black flame, and the forbidden art is the power to devour the soul power of the same clan to strengthen itself.

The white divine power diffused, and soon the black flames above the roof were extinguished, and another figure rushed out.

They looked at Ye Weiye standing in the middle of the courtyard, the black figure had a cold expression, and the long sword in his hand pointed at Ye Weiran, a face he had never seen before.

But the figure that came out later, Ye Weiran knew it, and she never thought that the warlock was him!

"Where did you get the monster!" The black figure waved the long sword in his hand, and the powerful divine power rushed towards Ye Weiran with black flames.

"Feng Mo!" Zi Huan frowned, looked at Feng Mo's direct shot, and helped out a divine power, wanting to stop it.

However, this divine power did not shake Feng Mo's divine power, and in just three years, Feng Mo broke through the god level and became the first person under Feng Jin.

Even Zi Huan was not his opponent, the white divine power was swallowed by the black divine power, and rushed towards Ye Weiran with more fierce strength.

However, Ye Weiran did not dodge, his brows under the hood furrowed slightly, Zihuan obviously knew this forbidden art Feng Huang.

Forget it, don't kill him yet, it's okay to question him.

After paying attention, Ye Weiran stretched out his hand, which was pale without a trace of blood, and it was so fiercely held on the divine power that Feng Mo had beaten.

After the powerful divine power came into contact with Ye Weiran, it was like a black quicksand, and it was like a black quicksand, allowing her to rub it in her palm.

Feng Mo's pupils constricted, it was the first time he had encountered such a situation, and his hand tightened his grip on the long sword, maybe it would be a hard battle.

With a wave of her hand, the black divine power dissipated unwillingly in Ye Weiran's hand, and she was still standing there, looking at the two people on the roof.

Zihuan jumped off the roof and walked quickly towards Ye Weiran, with a hint of expectation on his face: "Is it you?" Are you back? Seventy-seven? ”

Feng Mo heard Zi Huan's low call, his expression changed greatly, and he landed not far from Zi Huan, staring closely at the face under the hood.

sighed, but he didn't expect to be recognized by Zihuan with only one hand stretched out.

She gently took off her hood: "Feng Qiqi is dead, and I am Ye Weiye." ”

The moonlight shone on that face, and seeing each other again was like a world away: "Long time no see, Ah Huan." ”

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