This weak woman Shi Shiran left, and her figure quickly appeared next to the "small pond" of the Xuan family.

Her body, with a light lotus step, had already arrived here.

And at this moment, the water in the "pond" is rippling, a bit like the ripples of fate.

There are stalks, and there are countless duckweeds.

And at this moment, there is no clear rain that day.

The feeling at the moment is just suffocating.

The water vapor is blowing out in waves and waves, enveloping the eyes.

Let her feel that the heat in her heart slightly produces a sense of retreat.

But in the end, she didn't express any other emotions, her heart, compared to that time, it was a cold and rainy night, and her joints felt almost frozen.

Tonight?

It's a starry night, and it looks so beautiful.

The night was shrouded, and there were high and low insect moans, gently swirling.

The world here is beautiful, but Yan Xixin didn't come for pleasure.

"Zi Qian, come out."

At the moment, although this world is very beautiful, she has no interest.

It's just that the hands are open, as if to wait for something.

Is it to create something out of nothing, or is it groundless?

When Yan Xixin spread out his hand, the palm of his hand was milky white, without any impurities, and nothing existed.

Her eyebrows and eyes are clean, and she is sharp.

But at this moment, there was also a touch of firmness in her voice.

"Jaw, I'm waiting for you."

Her voice is very loud, and at this moment, it makes the blue lake here shine.

Under the starry night, her figure is the same, lonely.

Her husband is already dead?

Zi Qian has to be outside of her?

No way.

She aimed at the moonlight in front of her, and at this moment, she already had an extra object in her hand.

Her eyes were stunned for a moment, and then a touching smile appeared.

"That's nice."

The heavy feeling in her hand told Yan Xixin that this was the Ziqian she wanted.

The stone was actually very light, but she felt very heavy and heavy.

Her feeling is not delusional, but at this moment, she is also burdened with a responsibility.

Her body, just like that day, walked directly towards the endless water like a magic barrier.

Or the surface of the water.

Last time, she did the same.

Moreover, Yan Xixin's mood has also changed a lot at this moment.

She was completely different from that day.

Moreover, today's her, and the purple dry that is no longer silvery-white, looks like this--

She thought of that time, and she also changed its color directly into purple, and bursts of jet-black aura were everywhere.

That purple dry ......

Now, it has also become purple directly, and her fingertips have not popped out any silk threads for a while.

She will inevitably summon the moon god, lead her prayers to the heavens, change the world, make the stars spin, give her strength, give her glory, and find what can heal Shen Liu's love.

This is crucial.

Now, she's on the lookout.

Yan Xixin, who is still in Lianbu, is still leisurely and leisurely.

Her infinitely powerful Ziqian is now also used for her divination.

At this moment, she had already walked into the blue lake in front of her.

The blue lake is endless, and the willows are still there.

The world here is not the same as it was that day.

The light rain and the dark moon that now gave off a sense of death, strange - why?

This feeling is also strange.

Her strength is so high? Without restraint.

On the surface of the lake, it is also like walking on the ground.

Just like last time, her cultivation has hardly changed.

But now, because she is not in a good state, Yan Xixin doesn't know at all, can she be the same as last time?

She thought that it would not be difficult to walk on the ground, so it would be better to give it a try.

Therefore, she held these hands in both hands, and she could pick up the purple dry and "carry" it steadily.

That thing, in fact, was the size of a few pebbles, and it was so soft and round, swaying.

It seems that Yan Xixin broke out today, and her current feeling is naturally uncomfortable.

Her heart produced a kind of apprehension everywhere.

"It's not good if it's backfired."

She doesn't make a loss-making deal, and now she is also worried, making her strange and making her uncomfortable.

Today, what's wrong with her?

But in the end, she still stubbornly went to ride the waves.

Her feet are like stepping on ice, and at this moment, it is simple.

She's pretty much the same as the last time.

Shi Shiran walked to the place in the middle of the lake, there were no islands, no small pavilions.

However, Yan Xixin still sat down boldly.

Her hand, out of reach.

Her heart is spontaneous.

The windless water surface is slippery, and the body is not moved, and the ripples are slight, startling the sand gulls to fly across the shore.

Her physical strength is not as good as the current one.

Now, she is also sitting cleanly on the glass slippery water, and she is finally fluttering again.

It can be called a comfortable, her body, floating on the water, feeling very good, like sitting on a mat, fluffy and soft water......

Well, she is also drunk, and she always feels that her body is extremely down-to-earth.

She sat cross-legged on the water.

It seems that it is also a feeling of leisure, as if she came in the middle of the night just to cool off the heat for a while.

Sure enough, it's very leisurely.

There was no sorrow between her brows.

It seems that Ziqian, who has become purple, doesn't need her to spend some more effort on divination.

"How nice? Why don't you let the power of the moon god give you power right away, and you can do divination directly? I'm going to get you a spell seal. ”

Yan Xixin's muttering voice has been produced.

Her meaning, of course, is divination.

However, now she is a little afraid that Zi Qian will not cooperate, so she will not eat her curse mark and divinate for her.

If Zi Qian is silvery-white, she needs to use the power of the moon god, and she doesn't need it now, but she wants to sacrifice blood and recite a spell painstakingly.

The reason why Zi Qian turned purple was because of the penetration of demonic energy.

It's just that now, it's a little mysterious.

She felt that her heart was still very balanced.

At least for now, get by, make a spell mark, and feed it to Ziqian...... That's it.

Zi Qian's body, there is no streamer.

Its color, however, is a deep purple, which is particularly beautiful and beautiful.

In her opinion, it is also extremely shocking, this is a fetters in full swing, Zi Qian made her unconsciously recite the spell softly.

Her voice was so beautiful that it blended into the night in front of her, more like a blowing leaf.

Moreover, she is still lonely, and now because of Ziqian, a strong sense of support has emerged on her body.

"That's good."

Her incantations seemed to never finish.

And the voice also contains a powerful psychic emotion.

At the very least, she could control Zi Qian.