"Girl, fate guides you to find the other half of your life. ”

The prophet's voice rang out. It is impossible to tell from the voice alone whether the prophet is a man or a girl. Maybe it's Ji Lao. Jeander Rowland stood in awe and sat upright on the embroidery pier.

Lucia is pleased with the performance of her beloved student. "Oh, this kid is rare to be serious. Lucia said darkly. She came with a silver-crowned princess to pay homage to the prophet, and had sought the prophet's intentions in advance. Without her consent, Lucia wouldn't have acted rashly.

"That. ”

The princess with the silver crown suddenly spoke, her attitude was still so pious. Zhendeok's eyes shone with wisdom, and people knew at a glance that she was a girl with a wisdom root.

"Maiden, what do you want to ask me? ”

Behind the bead curtain, the prophet measures the miao strip.

Janet Roland guessed that the other party was either an aunt who was poor or an offensive.

"Mystic Prophet, have you prophesied for you today?"

Zhende said solemnly.

Can you foresee what will happen to you?

"Girl, you're so bad!"

The prophet's indifferent voice pierced through the beaded curtain, and the words were like knives, carved into the ears of Jander and Lucia. Lucia said secretly: "It's not good, Xiao Zhen must have caused the real anger of the prophet!" Lucia didn't know where her students offended the prophet, in short, offended was offended, otherwise the prophet would not be angry.

Boom!

Jean Roland is the prophet behind the beaded curtain.

"Prophet, your fate is in my hands. ”

The princess with the silver crown stood up.

“――”

Lucia's mood was broken.

The beauty of the woman's heart said: "I knew that Zhende would draw a sword to tear the prophet!"

See, Zhende's previous rules were all fake, she was just waiting for an opportunity, a chance to tear up the prophet. When the opportunity came, Zhende drew his sword and tore apart the prophet.

Phew. The bead curtain rolls, and the jade light moves. Two balls of silver light rolled out and crashed into the sword-wielding silver-crowned princess.

"Oh, Master Prophet, aren't you very energetic, can't wait to fight me!" said Jeander Roland. Swing your sword and slash at the two balls of light.

Bang bang bang, light chips flying. Zhende's body spun up, and the snow bamboo sword groaned, and the sword light shone. "Prophet, guess what's going to happen next?" asked Zhende with a smile.

The prophet suddenly felt that the other party was very cute, and he also became childlike. "I prophesy that you will be compared with your master next. ”

As the words fell, Lucia rose to her feet, her right arm agitating, and her fighting spirit was fierce. Bombarded with the princess of the silver crown. "Zhende, you can't be rude to the prophet. ”

Zhende's silver hair fluttered, destined for her master. "Teacher, are you talking to me, are you ordering me, or are you prophesying what will happen next?"

Lucia was delighted, dressed in hunting, and stood in front of the beaded curtain. The soothsayer who guards behind the curtain.

"Zhende!"

Lucia said again.

What a disobedient child.

Zhen was able to wipe the sword, and smack. The snow is pouring. The snow bamboo sword was wailing, spinning out dozens of white bamboo leaves, covering Lucia. "Teacher, you have made a choice. People are always self-righteous. Teachers are no exception. ”

Whoa, whoa. Shout......

The silver-white bamboo leaves shot towards Lucia, and the sword qi was horizontal, intertwined into a net, and scattered.

"Girl, look. My prophecy is right. You have to compare yourself with your master. "Behind the curtain. The Prophet laughed. His gaze moved frequently, penetrating the bead curtain, locking on Zhende and Lucia.

"Makes you smile. ”

Lucia said to the prophet behind the curtain. She plucked the hosta stuck diagonally in her hair and swung it towards the sword net that had fallen into the sky. With a snort, the blue light burst out, and the radius was covered under the emerald light curtain. brush, the hosta held in Lucia's hand dissipated the illusion, revealing its original body. It was a jade sword with a narrow blade, two feet and three inches long.

"Teacher, it's hard to believe. Not long ago I was your little padded jacket, Nima, are you going to tuo me soon? The teacher-student relationship is really unbelievable. ”

Jeander Roland stroked his sword and sighed. Suddenly, she turned the magic strings swirling above the sea of life, and the snow exploded, swinging downward, and the originally peaceful sea of life made a rumbling sound, emanating from Zhende's mouth, like winter thunder bursting.

"Teacher, you can't make your little padded jacket after all. Let's tear it up. ”

Swish!

The right arm of the silver-crowned princess danced, and the snow bamboo sword slashed down in the air, and the ice and snow exploded, rushing through the quiet room where the prophet was. The cold snap howled, and the temperature in the quiet room dropped a lot.

Lucia couldn't have imagined that she would have to compare herself to her students. Obviously for her good, he took her to visit the prophet and listen to the master's golden words. However, the master's heart was like water, and he sat and watched the teacher and her students tear apart.

"It's a lot of fun. Lucia, you have to love your apprentice well. The prophet spoke faintly behind the beaded curtain.

Lucia has unsealed her jade sword. Nor can we stop. Because Zhen has to kill him.

"What am I doing here?"

Lucia's eyes lit up, and her eyes bloomed sharply. "Yuhua is three thousand feet. Lucia said.

Disheveled!

The jade sword burst out with brilliance, swinging like a ripple, blocking the sword that Zhende Roland had slashed in. Fang Fu touched, Yuhua, frost and snow rolled, dancing in all directions, the quiet room was overwhelmed with coldness, and a layer of frost was formed.

"Oh. With a flick of his right hand, the prophet swept away a blazing flame that steamed out the frost within a radius of three feet. The bright glow is dancing, the clouds are steaming and foggy, and various weather conditions appear alternately.

Joan Roland's Snow Bamboo Sword and Lucia's Jade Sword collided, collided, and then separated.

The student and her master tore for dozens of rounds.

The master is merciful everywhere, three points of affection, and seven points of self-protection. The students treated each other coldly, and the sword was ruthless. "Teacher, is this your love for me? ”

Zhende's sword changed sharply and stabbed Lucia's right rib diagonally.

"This kid ......"

Lucia swung her sword to block Zhende's Snow Bamboo Sword, and at the same time she slapped her left palm on Zhende's face. It's just that her five fingers are open, and the air leaks between her fingers. Lucia wanted to cover her student's face with her left palm, as she used to do.

Familiar smells, familiar people.

Jeanne Roland paused abruptly and looked at Lucia's left hand grasping her own face.

"How long are you going to treat me like a child......"

The silver-crowned princess sighed.

Surprise. Zhende threw up the snow bamboo sword he held in his right hand.

"Huh?"

Lucia wondered.

As she wished, her left hand pressed on her face, and the fragrant breeze blew on her face, blowing her silver hair.

"I only know one leaf, but you have to be blind, teacher. ”

Zhende whispered.

She hugged Lucia with her right arm and caught the snow bamboo sword thrown by Shicai with her left hand. Slash at the back of Lucia's neck.

Clang!

A stream of light came in. Knock away the snow bamboo sword that Zhende holds in his left hand.

As soon as the light and darkness were divided, a handsome man came slowly, he lifted the beaded curtain, and stared at Zhende and Lucia. The middle-aged man is the director of the fish pot school.。 The prophet was displeased, "You're still so rude. ”

The director of the fish pot school said: "The big husband is not limited to the little sister." ”

The Prophet said, "You came here before Lucia. ”

The director of the fish pot school said: "I'm here to ask the master for marriage......"

Over there, Lucia pinched her student's face and galloped towards the director of the Fish Pot Academy. Asking for marriage? Her friend wants to ask the prophet for copulation? Lucia naturally couldn't bear it.

Swish!

Lucia waved her right arm, and the jade sword in her hand cut through the hanging bead curtain.

"Master, tell me, how many good sisters I can have!"

The director of the fish pot school held the right hand of the prophet. The eyes are warm and sincere.

- "Prophet."

Poor man, you are destined to be lonely all your life! No, you are looking for death in middle age. The Prophet said secretly.

Lucia is here to kill, domineering.

"Master, I've been in a mood lately, and I always feel like a shrew is going to tear me apart! The director of the fish pot school said seriously.

Pump, pump! The Prophet wants to withdraw his hand. But I can't pull it back.,Tightly grasped by the director of the fish pot school park.。

"Don't ask about the future!"

The prophet was stunned.

Anger simmered on the delicate face under the veil.

"I hacked you!"

Lucia mercilessly swung her sword at the back of the head of the fish pot school.

"Master. Look, I'll just say there's a shrew who wants to harm me!" said the director of the fish pot school.

"The prophet is bitter in his heart. Jeanne Roland came up to him, "Master, you have a lot of grass in your hands." ”

"You're not a good boy. The Prophet said.

"If you say no, then it's not. "Zhende.

"You guys stop for me, where are you going!" Lucia chased after the director of the fish pot school, and the whole world was going to split him. Cut off his thoughts. Or break his man's rolling pin.

"Master, instruct me, tell me how to get rid of this shrew!" said the director of the fish pot school in a hurry.

- "Prophet."

I have silently recited in my heart, you are destined to be lonely for a lifetime, and it is useless to call me a master. The Prophet ignores the director of the Fish Pot School and his friend Lucia.

"Lucia. Stop, put down the sword in your hand. Are you going to behead me, behead me so handsome?" asked the director of the Fish Pot Academy, pointing to his old face.

"Not bad!" Lucia said coldly. "How dare you describe me as a shrew!"

You called me Britney last night. Lucia burst out like lightning, and the jade sword shook off several sword flowers, and spun towards the old face of the head of the fish pot school. Borrow flowers to offer middle-aged men.

"The woman's heart is so difficult to understand, and the man's rolling pin is also sharpened into a needle. Therefore, it is said that a woman's heart is a needle. ”

The head of the Fish Pot School slammed his back backwards, and Peng Qi fluttered and knocked away the sword flower that Lucia shot at him. "Lucia, come on. I'm down there, you're up there!"

"No, no, there's a lot of people here!" Lucia shook her head.

- "Prophet."

"The princess of the silver crown."

Show affection and die.

I don't know what's going on.,Lucia first pretended.,And then left with the director of the fish pot school.。

"Lucia, I'm down there!"

"Yes. ”

"Lucia, my face is still very attractive, don't scratch it. ”

"It depends. ”

The middle-aged man left with the former first beauty of the Hualanxi Kingdom.

The princess who left the silver crown and the prophet who was confused. They couldn't help but wonder what the middle-aged man and the woman were doing here.

Jeander Rowland sat down and stared at the prophet.

"Girl, why don't you leave? The prophet was displeased. I don't want to be alone with Jeongdeok. Unknown child.

"Master, I also ask for marriage. Said the princess of the silver crown.

"Girl, you must not die well. Said the prophet.

"Master, you are saying this abruptly. Janet said.

"You didn't meet that person. The Prophet said.

"yes, yes. Zhende replied.

"You don't believe in fate. The Prophet said.

"Master, you don't want to die well. "Zhende.

Behind the prophet stood at some point, clutching a sword made of bamboo.

"Don't do it yet. "Janet commanded her swordsman.

"Yes. ”

The swordsman stabbed the bamboo sword in his hand into the back of the prophet's heart.

The jade smoke billowed, filling the entire space, and the swordsman of Zhende did not stab the prophet, she disappeared. "Ah, it's broken. The sword fell from the bamboo sword in his hand, and it was already in tatters, as if it had been eaten by insects.

"Master, why are you hiding?"

Jeander Roland waved his right sleeve, and the snow shone brightly, repelling the tumbling jade smoke.

"It's obviously the first time we've met, but you, master, have no grace and curse me to die. Zhende laughed.

I like to play games the most. You have to hide it. Zhende carried the sword and looked around.

"Theoretically, people start dying from birth. Master, how can you not be worthy of life and death. Let's face up to your life. ”

Zhende walked towards a green screen, on which two white apes were drawn, one climbing a peach branch and the other standing under a peach tree. Suddenly, the two apes looked at Janet Roland outside the screen.

"Demon, look at the sword. ”

Zhende slashed at the screen with his sword.

Hoohoo, the screen spewed out a large amount of green smoke, covering the ashram. And the white ape climbing the peach branch had already jumped out of the screen, dancing with a bronze sword, and slashed towards Zhende. Another white ape pounced on Zhende's swordsman.

Boom!

The snow bamboo sword and the bronze sword collided, the blue light bloomed, and the snow bamboo spread out.

The white ape spoke: "You must not die well. ”

The voice of the white ape overlapped with the voice of the prophet, and it was almost indistinguishable.

"If the master does not go to hell, he will go to hell. ”

Zhende chuckled.

Then, she stared at the white ape that was slashing at her.

"You want to fight me too? ”

Zhende scoffed.

He gently handed out a sword and stabbed it into the white ape's left eye. The white ape couldn't move, its ankle as if it had been caught by something.

"Master, your contract beast is finished. ”

Poof!

Zhende's sword pierced the left eye of the contract beast White Ape.

Green smoke poured out over Jeander Roland, leaving her with nowhere to run.

"Why is my sword missing?"

Zhende glanced at her right hand, and the sword in her hand disappeared.

She looked over to the sword again. The sword is dead, and his head is carried by the white ape with a sword, and the sword in the white ape's hand is Zhende's snow bamboo sword.

"That's a ......" (To be continued.) )