Chapter 411: Is It a Coincidence

Xiao Qingluan was in the joy and excitement of victory, and it probably felt that its strength had increased greatly if it defeated the red scale qinworm.

It seems that ten of them are standing in front of it, and they can defeat and abuse them, but they completely forget that their bodies have suffered a lot of damage and a lot of consumption after a fierce battle.

Kaoru Shiha's gaze shifted to Michiran again, and I wonder how he would answer?

Is it unilateral abuse as usual?

Before her thoughts fell, she suddenly froze.

He was looking at her, crashing into her line of sight.

His eyes were so deep that she couldn't see the meaning.

Her fingertips trembled slightly, was it a coincidence?

But why was his gaze so scorching, as if it wanted to set her soul on fire?

She looked at him in a daze.

His white clothes were like snow, and the corners of his snow-white robe suddenly rose, bringing up his hair.

He moved, in the direction she was.

A flower in front of her eyes, a familiar fragrance came from her nose, which seemed to have a comforting and calming effect, and made her heart beat violently.

When she came back to her senses, her body had fallen into a familiar embrace.

She was stunned, he saw her!

He'll be able to touch her!

Her mind was a little muddy, and she couldn't understand the reason, but her heart was relieved, and she called out his name as if she was uncertain: "Yu Qianran? ”

His deep and beautiful voice sounded above her head, but he spat out the annoying words: "Shut up." ”

It's not a coincidence, it's not a hallucination, it's him.

…………

Shi Yuxun slowly opened his eyes, and not far away, a white jade-like robe adorned with blue jade placket lazily put on his body.

His eyes are lightly closed, and the beautiful lines of his eyebrows and eyes are still elegant and quiet.

Between the clotted jade skin, the powder on the lips is translucent, but it is extremely shiny.

The black hair is scattered casually on the back of the shoulder, adding a trace of laziness for no reason.

In front of him, the translucent enchantment enveloped the coiling dragon Qingyun Ding, the body of the Ding was shining, and the light clouds and mist were swallowing and mist, obviously the body was refining the elixir.

Shi Yuxun's gaze moved to the man's body again, thinking of the recent events, the reckless and strong Xiao Qingluan came to his mind, and sighed to himself:

"Although I understand my strength, I never thought that I was so weak and so troublesome."

Since she came to the Mi Realm, she thought that she had worked hard to cultivate, even if she couldn't be proud of the others, she could laugh and be proud of the rivers and lakes and live a life at will.

But she didn't want this time and space journey to seem to be not as she wanted, as if there was an invisible pressure that always oppressed her, restrained and hit her nerves, making it more and more fragile.

And she gradually began to dislike, disgusted with the invisible pressure, and more and more disgusted with the gradually fragile soul in her heart, the soul that was less and less like her.

After self-disgust, it is the disobedience that comes up from the bottom of her heart, she was not born to be the kind of person who feels sorry for herself, and she also understands the truth that poor people must have something to hate.

Wang Shuyu, Feng Ya, Xixi, Xirong......

If you don't want someone to step on your head, you have to work harder and more frantically than ordinary people, instead of being content with the status quo, resigned to fate, and waiting for someone to save her when she is in danger.

For the pursuit of strength and cultivation, she seems to be really a little sluggish.

She looked at him fixedly, her eyes gradually became clearer, and she spoke with a hint of doubt and inquiry:

"That Qingyu, what's going on?"

She knew he was listening.

Sure enough, he finally raised his eyelashes, his eyes collided with her, and his eyes were still deep and bottomless.

"Who allowed you to get close there?"

His face was tepid, but his voice was a little cold.