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It was the sound of a spear slicing through the air, sharp and piercing. The hairs on the back of the neck stood up in the cold air flow silver dust. He took the time to turn his head to take a look, and what caught his eye was a blue-green slender figure, although the blue-green robe was very wide, with more complex ornamental lace, it looked complicated and bulky, and it was not very able to show the person's size, but the person's towering chest and slender waist, straight hips and slender **** were still looming in the robe. The tall and graceful figure stabbed with a scorching sharp wind, holding a spear that looked very thick. Her figure was ethereal and agile, her slender waist twisted, and her long white legs were raised, and somehow she easily bypassed the offering table and accelerated towards the silver dust.

In an instant, the figure had already reached within two feet behind Yinchen, before anyone arrived, before the wind arrived, a wisp of fragrant wind as quiet as a hollow valley orchid had already arrived in front of Yinchen's nose.

Silver Dust freed up one hand, to be precise, only three fingers, and pointed at the slender figure from afar, shooting out three huge fireballs with a diameter of one meter.

"Wyvern Strike Thief Flame Cannon. Silver Dust's calm voice rang out, and his entire body went to the outside of the main hall. He Shi Shiran turned around and watched as the figure brute force shattered the three fireballs one by one, and was also shaken back many steps by the three big explosions, almost knocking over the offering table that had somehow bypassed before.

Silver Dust raised his hands elegantly and mischievously through a one-foot-wide gap, each stretching out an index finger: "Pick up the knockback effect, the Black Sky Gang God Cannon is the most ideal spell." As he finished speaking to himself, a purple-black stream of light erupted alternately from his two index fingers.

The figure leaped to the side, dodging two purple, near-black beams of light, allowing them to smash the table to pieces. She paused, and by the eternal green light of the hall, Silver Dust finally saw the man's face, which belonged to Aunt Feiquan.

Feiquan lifted the spear, pointed the tip of the spear at the tip of Yinchen's nose (blamed him for his short stature, Feiquan was going to point at his heart), and was about to pounce, at this time she didn't seem to care about anything Yinchen or not, and there was only the one-foot-wide gap in her eyes.

Silver Dust opened his mouth, and was about to say something, but he heard a low sound of mechanism, and at the same time, the one-foot-wide gap in front of him slowly closed.

Feiquan rushed in this direction, but was not in time to rush before the gap closed. The gap closed completely and disappeared, and there was only a purple palace wall in front of Silver Dust.

“sorry，we’reclosed.” Silver Dust said such words to the palace wall with a smile, and he knew that Feiquan would definitely not be able to hear him.

He turned around and continued his climb along the ladder in style. At this time, the east of the secret realm lit up with the white of the fish's belly. The vast white light gradually swallowed up the purple unique to the dark night as if it were opening the sky, but it could not erase the dazzling blood red on the zenith. The heavens and the earth are still vast and eternal, and the mountain wind blows the hem of the silver trench coat, like a flag of hope and piety. Silver Dust retracted the face of the smiling child, and put on the mask of Mu Ran's expression that belonged to the adult world, and the lonely figure slowly moved up among the countless stone steps, showing a flood of power and decisive beauty.

[A few hours ago, the Golden Knife Gate camp]

This is not the first time in Wan Jianxin's life that he has not comforted a girl who is crying, but this is definitely the most unprepared for him.

When the true face of the demon angel was revealed to him, he was Spartan, if he knew what Sparta was.

"Chu?powder?" After he squeezed these three words out of his teeth, he remained motionless for a long time. He didn't pay attention to anyone, he didn't pay attention to the little girl who was hurriedly coaxing the little girl but made the little girl cry louder and louder, he didn't pay attention to the female elder of the Golden Daomen who patiently hugged the little girl and comforted her like a mother, he didn't pay attention to the little girl who silently walked to his side and quietly wiped her tears after she quieted down, she didn't pay attention to the elders of the Golden Dao Sect who threw all kinds of strange glances at the demon angel, and he didn't pay attention to the demon angel who was motionless like a dead man and would not react to Lin Xuanchen's actions at all.

Wan Jianxin stared at the demon angel in a daze, staring at her extraordinarily bright face illuminated by light magic, staring at her pair of terrifying eyes that had no whites of her eyes for a long time, like graphite spheres, and the image of Fang Tianhang, who was not enterprising, Xue Wuxian who was furious, the disappointed and helpless master, and the image of Senior Sister Zhang Hongyu who was disgusted and avoided. At that time, Fang Tianhang "raised" this fan girl, and even secretly brought back the "Golden House Zangjiao" of the Divine Sword Gate, which was finally broken by himself, became a shocking scandal within the Divine Sword Gate, and also caused a complete break between Fang Tianhang and himself, and even caused the fact that he was exiled by Fang Tianhang in the name of the Divine Sword Gate today. This girl, no, it should be this stinky woman, she is the same as those tattered women of the Interpretation Sect, she is all a red face and trouble, and even a kind of dirty creature who relies on her body to play with men, people's hearts, and human nature.

Wan Jianxin thought so, his hand subconsciously held the hilt of the sword at his waist, and the next second, it was released as if relieved. His mind flashed back to the scene of Silver Dust rescuing him from the Excalibur Gate camp and "grandly" introducing the demon angel to himself around a campfire.

"This is a demon angel. At that time, Yinchen said this, and his tone was very casual, as if the red-clothed beauty standing quietly beside him was just a comb to him.

"Fortunately. Wan Jianxin raised his hand to salute, but was held down by Yinchen.

"I'm telling you she's a demon angel, meaning she's my demon, a demon, you know? It's just the same [thing] as those skeleton soldiers! She's not alive, you can think of him as a humanoid sword, or a humanoid mallet, something to use as a weapon, a puppet, a scarecrow! Kill Brother Matt, you won't salute the scarecrow in the rice field, will you?" Silver Dust hurriedly explained in a panic, and seemed to want to stop Wan Jianxin from uncovering the demon angel's cloak.

"Then you let me see her......" I really asked at the time. Wan Jianxin clearly remembered his mood at that time, except for shock and confusion, he didn't know where Yinchen got such a beautiful girl, and he didn't know why Baiyinchen could be so indifferent to such a beautiful girl. Isn't Silver Dust a boy? Isn't he supposed to like beautiful girls? Wan Jianxin didn't understand.

"Just to tell you that I have one more thing that I usually use, didn't you let me see your [Tian Chong]?" he gave a very strange reason at the time. But now that I think about it, he is right, the "Chu Fan'er" in front of him should actually be a corpse. She has long lost her own soul and her own thoughts, except for her appearance, what is the inevitable relationship between her and that pink girl? No, the so-called magic angel in front of her is just a puppet, and there is no essential difference between it and the puppets in the acrobatic team. (To be continued.) )