Her eyebrows are as slender as a crescent moon, her small melon seed face, and her long curly eyelashes hide the luster of her eyes. Her skin was crystal clear, rounder and smoother than mutton fat jade.

The slender waist, green silk like ink, casually draped over the shoulders. The snow-like white clothes with blood foil have become a fiery red blood clothes, very bloodthirsty, and even more charming.

The warm golden light was projected on the woman's face, like a black enchantress in the night, with a charm and mystery all around.

That elegance, that beauty, peerless!

The goddess and the god of death are vividly embodied in her.

It can be cold and dusty, like a white lotus blooming on the edge of a cliff, noble, elegant and indifferent, which is not to be blasphemed!

It can also be cold and bloodthirsty, like a heartless and ruthless god of death in hell, killing bloodthirsty and ruthless, which is terrifying!

Such a stunning woman is the focus of attention everywhere.

Mu Hanyue whistled, and a hint of playfulness flashed in her eyes: "A little more beautiful than you." ”

What modesty was, she never knew.

For her praise, she accepted it with peace of mind.

Seeing her respond like this, Wanyin laughed, and the oppressive and weird atmosphere in the air slowly dissipated at this moment: "You are different from the women I have seen, very special." ”

"That's what everyone I know."

"So, I don't deserve to like Brother Night at all. It's really only you who can be by his side, unscrupulously challenging his patience and temper, and Brother Night will only unconditionally chong you and love you. ”

The heart was suddenly relieved, the pain and sadness suppressed in the heart, as well as a trace of unwillingness and jealousy, were like a wisp of smoke dissipating in the sky at this moment.

"The mouth is so sweet and has a vision." A certain woman is so stingy with her compliments.

The corners of Emperor Luochen's eyes twitched slightly: ".."

This woman really doesn't know what shame is, so cheeky.

Jun Moye clenched Mu Hanyue's hand, her ten fingers were clasped tightly, and her purple eyes were full of indulgent gentleness: "Xiao Yue'er, being with me is the most correct thing you have done in this life, giving you a full score for your vision!" ”

Mu Hanyue chuckled, looked down at the severed limbs and blood stains all over the forest, his eyes locked on the man in white, and his eyes narrowed dangerously: "He's dead." ”

The High Priest, who is so powerful and has the ability to defy the heavens, has fallen here today.

Turning his head to look at Jun Moye beside him, the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, and he didn't speak, but he knew it in his heart. Although he didn't say, she could guess a rough idea.

As she looked at it, Wanyin's heart ached, and her nose was slightly sour, but she resisted the urge to cry and looked towards Jun Moye: "Brother Ye, I once thought that a person like my father with such an ability to defy the sky would not die and would not leave me. But I was wrong, as long as you are human, you will have weaknesses. Life is long, cherish everything we have in front of us, and maintain a primitive heart is what we have to do. ”

Don't wait until you lose to regret it.

"Anyone who hurts Moon deserves to die." If he was given another chance to do it again, he would still do it.

Wanyin smiled bitterly in her heart, but she didn't blame him, she only blamed her father for hurting people first, which caused Jun Moye to completely break out wildly.

Utter madness?

Thinking of this, his pupils were slightly stunned, his father wouldn't know that Brother Night couldn't urge the hidden power in his body, so...