When the old man and Fat Purple heard the scream, they trembled with fright.

At the beginning, Fat Zi chased to the depths of Feng Qiqi's spiritual veins, and was frightened back by this roar.

I don't know why, but the scream was especially loud today.

Fat Zi couldn't help but blow his hair, and let out a snorting and threatening sound towards the depths of the spiritual vein.

The old man grabbed Fat Purple for fear that it would completely anger the locked man.

The old man kept praying in his heart, Feng Qiqi woke up quickly, don't scare them anymore, the older people can't stand the intimidation.

And Feng Qiqi couldn't have heard the old man's prayer, her state at this time was very dangerous.

Floating in mid-air, the beautiful patterns on the forehead have spread to the face, and it looks like a thrilling beauty.

Her eyes were constantly beating, and the fierce aura kept pouring out of her body, as if another soul was gradually awakening.

As long as she opened her eyes, the soul she awakened would definitely not be herself.

Just when Feng Qiqi was about to open his eyes uncontrollably, the space seemed to be forbidden.

The space was divided into two halves, and out of it came a person dressed in a snow-white forged brocade robe, and the hem of the robe was embroidered with auspicious clouds with white clouds.

The long black hair was gently tied back by a white headband, and the white jade fox mask on his face was very familiar.

His presence made the breath in the entire room unusually viscous, and a huge enchantment shrouded the room, preventing the breath from flowing out.

Snow-white slender fingers stretched out from the wide sleeves and pressed down against Feng Qiqi in the void.

Feng Qiqi, who was floating in the air, suddenly fell, but stopped just as he was about to fall on the bed, and landed lightly on the bed, and the fierce aura was also suppressed.

At this time, he slowly walked to the side of the bed, sat down, and gently stroked Feng Qiqi's cheek with his fingers.

The black pattern seemed to feel a familiar breath, and little by little it wrapped around the snow-white finger.

Slowly absorbing enough strength from the snow-white fingers, these patterns retracted into Feng Qiqi's body, hovering over her forehead and cheeks.

Feng Qiqi slowly opened his eyes, just like the eyes that Long Rin saw, clear and cold with intoxicating tears.

This is not Feng Qiqi.

The person in front of him seemed to know, and let Feng Qiqi look at him like this, and he didn't avoid it.

She raised her hand and gently lifted the fox mask from the face of the person in front of her, revealing that beautiful face.

Feng Qiqi's face was absolutely familiar, but at this time, it was not Feng Qiqi in her body, but a lonely soul.

She reached out and hooked the head of the person in front of her, and her red lips whispered: "There is no ......"

Looking at the tears in her eyes, I finally couldn't help but obey her and lowered my head.

She immediately smiled, and her eyes were like little stars, and she had that tear in her eyes.

Red lips imprinted on his somewhat pale lips, tossing and turning, reluctant to close his eyes as if he were at the last moment of his life.

The two of them kissed like this, looking into the depths of each other's eyes.

Suddenly, her eyes were stained with madness, and she bit his lips hard, tearing hard as if she was about to bite off a piece of meat.

There was a stinging pain in his eyes, but he still reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing her to open her mouth.

She sneered, with crazy hatred, and trembled desperately in his hands: "Hahaha, hahaha, Wan Wu!" Why! Tell me why! Master! "Hundred Plating" Shangxian I only like your vest claw book house The latest chapter is free to read for the first time.