Chapter 287

Gradually seeing that there was a tattered bridge ahead, Feng Yunyao stopped, looked at the bridge, there was a haze, I didn't know the depth, and touched her chin.

He glanced at it quietly and thoughtfully, "Master, how are you doing here?" "She doesn't think she'll be able to fly through, it's too foggy here to see the end, no? I don't know how long I have to fly, and this forest is also hazy and mysterious enough.

After half a sound, there was no answer, and he couldn't help shouting a few more words nervously, but there was still no sound of answering, Feng Yunyao frowned, stretched out his finger and stroked the corners of his eyebrows, his divine sense began to spread, and the surroundings were terrifyingly quiet, not like an ordinary forest at all.

The endless view in the divine consciousness is really strange, since there is no boundless, and who has the ability to build it here, the bridge, although this bridge is a bit of a dilapidated appearance, but it is conceivable that it has experienced the vicissitudes of life, and it has been here for many years.

"Lord, is it okay for the Lord's wife to be alone?" Two men dressed in white were standing in front of a smooth round mirror, looking at the white-haired and beautiful Feng Yunyao in the mirror, and then, the golden-haired Beilin smiled faintly, which made the man next to him stunned for a moment, and he found out for the first time that the master could also laugh like this sauce purple!

"Xiu, don't underestimate women, because they are women who look vulnerable on the surface, they are often this kind of women, the ones who send you to the eighteenth layer of hell in the end, in this way, Xiu Ke still underestimates women, huh?" Beilin's carefree and warm voice is slightly low, and his smile is harmonious and amiable.

"Lord, is the cultivation in your eyes the kind of person who looks down on women? Although Xiu does not underestimate women, the person who can be sent to cultivate to the eighteenth layer of hell is definitely not a woman" The man's handsome face was cold, and his eyes showed a strong murderous aura, if ordinary people approached, they couldn't help but feel creepy.

"Oh? Is that so? The slightly closed eyes opened slightly, and the smile was still so warm, but there was less truth in the warmth, and the man looked at every expression of Beilin Wuwu, and finally saw this expression that he had always liked.

His eyes turned back to the pretty figure in the mirror, so white, like snow, the coldest cold snowflakes in winter, such a lord lady obviously looks very ordinary, but she looks better than others, is it really like the lord said, one day she was beaten into the eighteen layers of hell by a woman? He can... He doesn't believe it, he only believes in himself, what is the way of God, the way of heaven, in his opinion, no one can compare to the Lord who has followed him for hundreds of years.

He will never forget the day he was rescued, and he experienced a horrific scene that no other subordinate of the Lord had ever experienced, and the scene at that time is still vivid in his mind.

From then on, in his mind, he took the Lord as an example and became an example for the strong! Unexpectedly, he followed him for hundreds of years, and became his subordinate in the middle, speaking of which, he is really lucky, there is such a master, who dares to move him to the head, but, to be honest, even if there is no master, he is now one of the strongest.

If you want to become the lady of the lord that he recognizes, if you don't have the strength, he won't admit it, and the person who doesn't have the strength is like a vase in his eyes, and if you push it, it will break!

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"Xiaobai, I almost forgot about you, there is you, a thousand-year-old monster, what can't you?"

The master ......, "Can I slap you to death with all nine tails!"