There was not a trace of strange color on the puppet doll's face, and the figure of the Jianghu dreamer moved a few steps slightly, and he took a few steps back from under the sword shadow, with a solemn look in his eyes, and he didn't mean to back down at all.

This sword shadow has been waiting for so long, and it has finally appeared.

The puppet silk thread wrapped around its arm and passed in front of Beilan Laiye, and a drop of blood fell to the ground. Like a snow lotus blooming in the mud and sand, sinking or beauty is left to heaven and earth.

"How?"

There was a smile on his face, very deep, and faintly able to make people feel a faint irony, and a squirming feeling of happiness.

This seems to be expected, a chess game in the calculation, which makes people feel as if they are still in a dream.

"Those puppet threads of yours are all over every corner, I didn't even think of them." Beilan Laiye looked at the scar on his finger, which was deep and shallow, but it was indeed merciful.

The young man in front of him really has two brushes.

"To be honest, I don't hate you. It's not impossible if you want me to let this black dragon out, but who of you can go to the Nine Heavens now. ”

He knew that this condition was unreasonable, and it was tantamount to making the planet's orbit go backwards.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he didn't say much.

"Enough is enough, don't say it, I'm not here to listen to you preach here, I'm going to decide on that black dragon." Beilan Laiye bit his lip, and more than once hinted with his eyes that the spirit beast was his own.

But the action and soul power can't keep up perfectly, and those rhythms are also disrupted.

"I said, girl, you're not so confident in your soul power, let alone you're here to deal with me."

Jianghu Mengke withdrew the sword shadow, a helplessness fell in his eyes, the smile gradually dissipated, and he looked at the figure of the woman in front of him gradually becoming clear, but he didn't feel much boring.

In this desert city, there are no wolves in front and no tigers in the back, so even if you meet a stranger, you don't have to be afraid of being like this.

He couldn't help but laugh, but he held back.

"The puppet technique is originally a rare existence in this world, just like your Xuan Ling Master, but we have a special rule in this industry, we must have the soul of a divine beast to sacrifice for the nine heavens before we can continue our career."

The ears of the dreamers were filled with a voice that belonged to their master, the voice was old and not fresh, and a stereotypical face appeared in that memory.

What he said today was just a repetition of his master's words.

"You puppeteers are miserable enough, but people like me won't sympathize with you." Beilan Laiye spread out her palms, she had no emotions at all.

The sword sliced through the Wind Shadow, passed through a gap in space, and landed in front of the Jianghu Dreamer, leaving an extra wound on his arm.

He stepped back and dodged the second attack, the threads wrapped around the sword, countless threads catching up with the rhythm and scurrying along the edge of the desert.

The grains of sand are flying all over the sky, they are the dances of some small beasts, they are the salvation of dandelions, and they are a ribbon that comes down from nine heavens.

Beilan Laiye was thrown far away by the puppet silk thread, and she stumbled a few times, almost not stopping.

"You really don't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, quickly return the sword to me."

Her eyes flickered with sullenness and irritability, and her eyes were gloomy.

"Girl, if you have the ability, you can come and get it yourself."

The eyes of the Jianghu dreamer swayed from the grass, revealing arrogance.