Now the purple dry who is pure jade and gold is very sad, and Yan Xixin doesn't want anyone to know about her.

Not divination yet?

Holding Ziqian, her eyes also oozed a faint purple.

It's true, it's not evil, but it's cold.

Her face can be said to be peerless.

What can her divination be described as?

However, the next moment - something that was enough to make anyone messy in the wind finally reflected on Yan Xixin's movements - she floated within the hallucination!

Why?

Her boat was already shallow, and she only needed to lift her foot to step onto the hull baffle, and the lake in front of her could be stepped into.

That's what Yan Xixin did.

With a little effort, she put one leg on one side of the ship, her body still maintaining vital balance - it was a dream!

Why did she capsize?

Indeed, if she wants to leave, she should not jump into the lake?

With one foot already on the side of the ship, she quickly turned around, still firmly grasping the hard-won purple dry in her hand.

Zi Qian's body also looks exceptionally smooth.

It's like a tear, narrow and long, even, and golden.

She sighed slightly, and her delicate forearms were the white cloth flying.

Her bare makeup makes anyone dumbfounded.

A beautiful figure glows in front of your eyes.

Presenting an incomprehensible texture, she is not arrogant or humble to the rain in front of her.

Her hair was shining.

With a "bang", she seemed to have stepped into the water, but it didn't seem to be the case - there was a "bang", no water splashed on her body, but the condensed water waves clearly rippled again.

It just didn't pounce on her body.

Wetting her clothes and wanting to wet the apricot blossom rain, she leisurely walked onto the water.

The surface of the water is like an endless block of ice, a huge piece, enveloping the eyes.

She seemed to be here for a walk, but she hugged the expensive Ziqian.

However, Ziqian's name is extraordinarily leisurely.

She sat on the water.

Indeed, Yan Xixin has a good figure, a beautiful face, and an unstingy collarbone.

The night rain mixed with the cold, a pool of lake water, against the backdrop of a quiet atmosphere, became more and more sacrosanct.

I don't know if it's God.

Yan Xixin is not a god, she actually does this.

She sat cross-legged, ignoring the sparkling waves beneath her.

She looked even more desperate because of her earrings, the light crystal agate.

She put the purple dry on her knees.

Her facial expression is indifferent but also indifferent, and she is not good at talking.

The water vapor and the milky white spring rain and thick fog sprinkled down, and the water ripples in the place raised her an extraordinary life.

She sat upright, but faced the West.

Her voice was sad, and the cold was close to her.

"Divination, where's my son?"

Her voice, accompanied by a gesture of pinching her fingers, she looked as if she was meditating, her voice was lonely, and her temperament was also high, and she could see through the red dust.

But she looks, for a sentimental person.

Her gesture, condensed with a layer of black qi, on the tip of her right finger.

She pointed her fingertips at the sky.

Her expression was awe-inspiring, and the texture of the black silk, the demonic energy or the demonic power, was even more unpopular.

For the sake of the Xuan Middle Ages.

That day, when Yan Xixin was testing the spiritual endowment of Jaw Heaven, she also heard Jaw Heaven and shouted the name of Xuan Zhongshi.

Also shouted a few times.

So, the mood is a little aggrieved.

This is a coming-of-age ceremony that belongs to the Xuan Middle World, and she will take him back, because his final training of more than ten years is enough.

However, she asked the people in the executive department to arrest the Xuan Middle Ages......

It is also for him, setting up the last catastrophe.

This is his grinding, but Jaw Tian and Xuan Zhongshi have just gotten acquainted - Yan Xixin, who is so eager to ask Xuan Zhongshi to come back, what will she let him do?

"This is a marriage, and I am sure that you will promise your mother."

Now, she seems to have no children.

She knows all kinds of people in the Xuan family.

But why can she be like this and have a place?

Yan Xixin's eyes dimmed for a moment.

What kind of mystery is in her heart?

Indeed, it is very messy.

She held Ziqian in her hand and remained silent.

Her grace and elegance are gone, but her movements are also very different.

His own Qianqian jade finger touched Ziqian.

Zi Qian was tormented by demonic energy, her body, mixed breath, powerful power rhyme--is this a demon?

Does she have one heart, or two?

She kept her state in good shape, and instantly opened her lips lightly, and her voice was moist.

Her voice was distant and lonely, with its own measure.

Her language is different from that of the magic language, her voice is very strange and distorted, and her heart is even more mysterious.

Her body shook, and in an instant, the language of the demon world had already emitted, an unfathomable and difficult language, and a somewhat bloody breath.

Her eyes, originally a deadly purple, were like a touch of water, but in the end they were different.

Her eyes were actually open all the way.

And the color of her eyes was strangely changed, the water waves rippled on the water, she didn't get drenched in the rain, but the spell was still difficult to understand to the limit--

Aimed at the West.

It is the moon god who is supplied.

Her body, as if there was a "click" sound inside, was struggling, and it was also transformed into her now.

There was a solemn darkness in the sky, with a few stars scattered and scattered, but in the rainy night, the moon could not be seen for divination, how could she go to the traces of the Xuan Middle Ages?

Isn't it just a matter of determining where he is?

Day and night, the rain was pouring down.

A look of pity rose in her eyes.

But it was the pitch-black night sky, there was a purple dry, Yan Xixin touched its surface as if he was lost, and the endless demonic power appeared, which was red, black mixed with demonic energy.

The tip of her right finger, changed, changed.

This is not something that happened in a dream, and the tips of her five fingers bloomed with a slight flash of light!

It's blue, because the black and red are mixed together, the demons and demons don't wear the same sky, plus the imperceptible light of the starlight, a gust of wind hits, it's five wires, it's actually electricity.

Blue, the incantation on Yan Xixin's mouth continued, and she continued to chant, and her voice became steady.

It's as if the condensed filaments were some kind of holy thing.

It's a good thing that she's focused, and she's tired of worrying.

Five fingers, five lines, slender and long, when they burst open at the fingertips, they are very short.

As time passed, the ray was gradually aimed at the air, and the length of the supreme night sky in front of him surged up.

The body is tougher and tougher, but there is no feeling of anxiety and lengthens it without haste and renews it exponentially.

Yan Xixin's faint chanting mantra sound was floating and soft, and it was rare to see.

The color is like a filament of iron, which will connect to the bright moon?