Good. The young master really lives up to the justice of the Canghai business domain! Yun Yu was slightly polite, changed her posture, clasped her hands, and said with a smile: "Please also ask the young master to summon the Tang family and the spirit beasts to confront each other on the street!"

"Nature."

"White Tiger Mirror, please!" The young master of the Canghai business domain is also the head of the chin, and the young man is heroic, which makes many young girls blush.

Everyone in the world says that the White Tiger Mirror is a condensation of the powerful spiritual power of the divine beast White Tiger, in order to use the justice of the world!

It has never gone wrong for 10,000 years, and it is the most believed artifact in the world.

A tragedy was solved thousands of years ago, and the White Tiger Mirror, which has been placed in the Canghai business domain, is famous all over the world.

"Oh. White Tiger Mirror. Mo Zishu picked up the back of the neck of the spirit beast that was constantly coquettish, looked at the kitten's round cat eyes, and asked with a smile: "This is the true rule born from the Three Halls of the Flood Desolation?" ”

So vindictive?

Directly snatch the spiritual power to make a part of the mirror?

Also, how can the Tang family be everywhere, and they have to be poor everywhere.

"Meow meow." The little beast blinked, grabbed the young lady's fingers with his palm, and screamed a few more times.

Trying to resolve the current crisis by selling cuteness.

"Speak human words." Mo Zishu's soft fingertips followed the pattern on the little beast's forehead, and her voice was soft and soft.

If you don't say anything, I'll hit you.

The kind of fight that is particularly fierce.

The white tiger, who instantly understood the young lady's thoughts, hugged himself tightly in fright and curled up together.

Qian Wan, who woke up slowly, subconsciously followed the voice of the delicate young lady, his eyes widened again, a vague whirring sound came out of his throat, and he stretched out his hand tremblingly and knocked himself unconscious.

White, white tiger stripes!

Which good-natured power did he offend?

If you don't get dizzy this time, you have to be dizzy!

"Hmm." The white tiger's voice was delicate, completely in line with its current shape: "Ben... The little slave completely broke the rules of truth, seized the spiritual power, and refined the white tiger mirror. “

The white tiger, who had become as small as a cat, shuddered, stiffened his thin neck, and replied stubbornly in the voice of a young beast: "The little slave will never regret destroying the rules of truth, and will never regret it!"

"Not bad."

A sense of joy gushed out of nowhere from his chest, and Mo Zishu poked the little beast's forehead and praised.

"Huh? Doesn't Mademoiselle love this rule of truth the most?" The white tiger was stunned and exclaimed.

It was ready to be severely punished, but I didn't expect the young lady to praise it.

Did the young lady let it go?

How can it be...

He still remembered the deep hatred and desperate desire to live that was entwined all over the young lady's body at that time.

Even if he was ragged and scarred, the young lady still hugged him, and she could laugh rampantly and proudly, which was the pride and nobility that lingered in her bones.

In front of him was the thousands of troops who came to kill Miss, but the disdain and contempt in Miss's eyes were still imprinted in her heart. Therefore, it created the Canghai Sea, waiting for the young lady and believing that the young lady will definitely return, and kill them without leaving a piece of armor!

There are other supporters of the young lady, like it, who have been silently waiting for the young lady to lead them to destroy the three halls of the flood wilderness!

The rule of truth given to Miss by Miss Master is Miss Miss's favorite weapon。。。。。。

I was also startled when I looked at it in the air, and looked at the smiling lady with a blank face, thinking that I hadn't woken up?

The lines on the head of this little beast are actually white tiger stripes!

Holding a small beast of unknown origin is not the only divine beast in the world, the White Tiger!

The kneeling guard of the Canghai Merchant Pavilion looked terrified, estimating that this powerful and rough self would not survive tonight.

The young master of the Canghai Commercial Domain, who was eavesdropping on the movements behind him, was no better, and he almost couldn't maintain the cold expression on his face, making jokes in front of many monks.

This lord actually asked the master to use a humble title?

Back then, the chief of the three halls of the Honghuang wanted to become the master of the master, but he was also sneered by the master and threw his face, but he was helpless.

No one dares to touch the White Tiger, a divine beast that upholds the justice of the world!

How much less is it a lower title between master and servant?

That's for a slave who can't be turned over forever!

Mo Zishu was slightly flustered, and dug out a detailed memory of the rules of truth from the memory of Han Ru starry sky. That compass was given to her by a very important person, and it can determine every truth in the world, but if there is a need to exist, it will definitely not escape the compass's capture!

In addition, you can peek at the remnants of the exercises, break thousands of illusions, and retreat from the stars。。。。。。

Very important people, very important people, very important 。。。。。。

Mo Zishu's slender eyebrows were twisted fiercely, her hands were clenched into fists, and her nails were sunk deep into her skin.

That person seems to have a very unique pair of eyes, giving her a kind of indifference and coldness that is above all things, as if the world cannot enter his eyes!

A chill suddenly floated on Mo Yue's body, and the fox's eyes were full of violence, and there was an urge to destroy the detached eyes that were not red and dusty.

Wreck!

Or, let him only see himself!

Some memories poured into the stars like a tidal wave, and they couldn't make a wave.

The desire to destroy could not be suppressed at all, and a chilling smile appeared on the corner of the girl's mouth.

"Well done." Mo Zishu smiled, but her tone was extremely cruel: "I will not let go of any betrayer." ”

Ten thousand years ago, she single-handedly founded the Hongchen Nine Gates that could be compared to the Three Halls of the Flood Wilderness, but she didn't expect to be betrayed by trusted people in the end, and in less than one night, the former glorious Nine Gates disappeared into the world!

Today's monks only remember the so-called Three Massacres of the Flood and Famine.

Amusing.

Oh, now, she's back!

The god of war who crawled out of hell is back!

The memory was like a cocoon, revealing the soft truth, Mo Zishu couldn't help but hold his forehead, and in the blood-colored battlefield, he picked out the figure of another person.

。。。。。。

I didn't expect to be so frustrated in the past.

How to say it.

Well done!

The girl's eyes flashed with the warmth and luster of ink jade, and suddenly they were as deep as an abyss, and the slightest domineering spirit overflowed from her eyebrows and eyes, just like the female god of war who was as famous as the three halls of the flood and wilderness.

Mo Zishu licked her lips, slowly opened her palm, and let the oozing blood beads slide down, and the blood beads fell to the ground, disappearing without a trace in an instant, leaving a small pit on the ground that was corroded by the powerful spiritual power.

"White Tiger, leave with me." The second lady of the Yun family commanded in a cold voice, and her eyebrows were full of coldness: "No matter what the actual situation is, we must let the woman who asks for justice downstairs get benefits, and help all the way when necessary to ensure that she has no worries about her life." ”

The young master of the Canghai Merchant Pavilion suddenly turned his head and looked at the master who symbolized the supreme prince of the world and nodded to him in disbelief.

How can it be.

The bitterness in Jun Yan's mouth spread, and the image of the master in his heart was shaky.

Master, you are the most public in the world.

The young man with little experience was suddenly full of hatred for the female cultivator downstairs, and Yun Yu, who was wrapped in his arms with both hands, was in a slight trance for some reason, as if he had lost some important existence in his fate.

If you lose it, you lose it.

The eldest lady of the Yun family smiled nonchalantly, the skirt with a large amount of blood swayed in the direction of the wind, and the woman's expression was resolute, and thousands of things could not change her determination between life and death