Chapter One Thousand and Ninety-Two
"No, the time is just right, is the realm stable?" Ye Weiran smiled and looked at Qing Yao.
Qing Yao raised her divine radiance, and her success was also because of her divine radiance, and her death was also because of her divine radiance.
It is also a lot of fate, so Ye Weiran left a petal, giving Qingyao a chance to be reborn, and it can be regarded as the whole fate.
"Fortunately, although it is not as good as before, there is no big problem, and self-protection is not a problem." Qing Yao smiled.
Compared with the coldness of the god of flowers, she has a touch of freedom and ease, and compared with Zi Yanran's coquettishness, she has a touch of heroism, which makes people very comfortable to get along with.
"I saw something interesting outside this time, are you going out with me?" Ye Weiran smiled.
If she wants to find that child, she will inevitably leave the Sixth Realm, and she thinks that the ghost doctor and Qing Yao should not stay in the Sixth Realm all the time, after all, they still have their own fate to arrive.
"Where are you going, king? Outside? The ghost doctor couldn't help but clench his fists.
This time, he wouldn't let Ye Miran go alone anyway, the taste of being left behind was too painful.
"Don't be nervous, now is not the time to go outside." Ye Weiran smiled: "We have to go to the realm first, don't you want to see what Zi Seventeen is doing?" ”
The ghost doctor and Qing Yao froze at the same time, almost forgetting the stinky man who killed a thousand knives.
"Besides, I still have things to do, and fate is not over, which will become my shackles to break everything." Ye Weiran said indifferently, with a touch of calm in his eyes, like stagnant water.
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All the people gathered around the primary field, and they didn't dare to look at it.
There's nothing to see over there in the intermediate and advanced fields, anyway, there are only a few people fighting around, how can there be beautiful women and handsome guys fighting good.
Just now, Bai Zhu jumped out of his ring, one step ahead of the dragon clan, and gained the power to challenge the young man.
"Are you going to do it?" The young man frowned and looked at Bai Zhu.
He was very curious about the power in Bai Zhu's body, and he couldn't make a move on Bai Zhu before he figured out whether that power was what he thought.
"Nope." Bai Zhu sat down cross-legged directly on the ring, dragging his chin and looking at the young man.
"Don't you want the ring?" The young man paused for a moment, and simply sat cross-legged opposite Bai Zhu.
"Let it go, I can fight back at any time anyway, but I can't get used to the shameless wheel battle of the dragon clan." Bai Zhu waved his hand casually.
She did it on purpose, she counted, and the young man had fought against a total of eighty-nine dragon powerhouses today, because his speed was too fast, and the points in this ring were the highest.
The dragon clan knew that they couldn't beat the boy, but they still persevered and stepped forward one by one, which was really annoying among the annoying.
"I can't beat you." Bai Zhu looked at the young man, even after so many battles, the young man was still not red and out of breath.
And she is different, she will be injured, she will be struggling, she will run out of demonic power and collapse.
"So what?" The young man looked at Bai Zhu and was curious about what this beautiful girl wanted to do.
Bai Zhu firmed his gaze and looked at the young man: "I have to win the first place in the primary field, so I will work hard when the time comes." ”
Zi Seventeen was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously asked, "Why?" ”
"I was born in the British Dynasty, I am a human, not a demon." Bai Zhu looked at the young man and had a desire to appeal very much.