"It's just a funeral item, not a dead man." "I can guarantee that no one will wear it. ”

Su Jiujiu immediately said again: "That's just as bad luck." The things that have gone down to the ground are not clean. ”

Candle Nine Yin: "......"

Now, I'm really lost my temper.

Find it hard to defend oneself.

Zi Qianmo looked at this scene, expressionless on his face, but he was happy in his heart. Sure enough, no matter whether Xiao Jiu has memory or not, the mode of getting along with Candle Jiuyin has not changed, just like happy enemies, they peck each other as soon as they meet.

That's it, tens of thousands of years.

It hasn't been cultivated yet.

At the beginning, there were also demons in the demon clan who looked anxious, but later, after a long time, everyone got used to it and calmed down.

After all, you said that the parties are not in a hurry, what do they care about as bystanders.

"Take it, don't!"

"It's given to you, you can dispose of it as you like."

"Disliked!"

"If you don't like it, you lose it." Candle Jiuyin also lost his temper, and his face was not very good-looking.

"Throw it away!"

As he spoke, Su Jiujiu really picked up the priceless flashy white head, raised his hand, and threw it directly outside the wall.

Zi Qianmo pinched the trick with one hand.

A light purple spiritual power, forming the shape of a string of ayara, swirled in mid-air, and rolled the flashy white head that was about to fly out of the wall, and pulled it back.

The clothes landed steadily in Zi Qianmo's right hand.

"Don't, give it to me."

"Xiao Zi, why do you want such an obscure thing." Su Jiujiu's face was incomprehensible, "You can observe the qi, and you will definitely be able to see the bad luck above." ”

Zi Qianmo's shallow eyes flashed slightly, and his gaze condensed on the flashy white head for a second: "There is no bad luck." ”

Su Jiujiu (⊙⊙)...

The corners of Candle Nine ** were slightly raised, with a natural evil aura: "Look at it." ”

Su Jiujiu gritted his teeth, eager to directly raise his hand and give this thing a claw.

Zi Qianmo continued: "There is resentment. ”

Su Jiujiu: "Hahaha! "That little look, how proud and proud you are.

The arc of the candle nine ** angle suddenly stiffened.

There was a feeling of being slapped in the face.

A little unconvinced.

Candle Jiuyin decided to ask: "What kind of grievance?" ”

Zi Qianmo had a slender hand, gently rubbing on the flashy white and light red fabric, slowly closing his eyes, and his spiritual power and soul power were highly concentrated and empathetic.

The wisps of resentment wrapped around this dress gradually gathered over.

Surrounded Zi Qianmo's hand.

At the moment of encounter, Zi Qianmo's body shook, and a picture appeared in the depths of his brain-

A woman in a golden dragon robe.

looks like he is already in his thirties and forties, wearing a golden crown, his face has signs of aging, and his gestures show the demeanor of a generation of overlords.

It should be an empress.

[In my life, I have fought countless battles, occupied countless countries, and created immortal feats, which are enough to go down in history. But the only regret is that I have never had a man who truly loves me, and I am single and lonely until now. In this life, it is impossible to have the opportunity to wear this flashy white head. 】

After speaking, the shadow of the empress gradually became lighter and lighter.

until it dissipates.

What didn't dissipate, only those eyes full of resentment...

She herself did not get the affection of men and women, and no lover could stay with her until the end of the day, so she began to have a distorted psychology, hoping that others would be as emotionally unhappy as her.

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