Qianhua stared dryly, her round face, and her apple skin were delicate, and she was speechless for a while.

The atmosphere was a little awkward, he wanted to reconcile, thought about it, and said: "By the way, Miss Qianhua, I said so much, your impression in my eyes." You haven't told me yet, what do you think of me?"

At this time, Qianhua's chest fell together, and two bulging white rabbits were about to come out.

She took a deep breath and replied, "The first time I saw you, I saw you through." ”

Someone can see through himself, or the first time he heard of it, he came to the spirit, grinned his teeth, and asked: "See through, so powerful, how can you say it?"

"Hooligan!" Qianhua cherry red mouth, Hao tooth fragrant lips, popping out two words.

Sure enough, after listening to it, Zixiu was convinced, convinced, and took a step closer to compliment: "The first sister is the first sister, and sure enough, my eyes are like a torch, and you can see through it at a glance when I hide so deeply." It seems that in the future, in front of you, I don't need to hide it, and I will be a hooligan when I should be a hooligan. ”

At this moment, Qianhua was really scared, hugged the upper circumference, and said with a wince: "Don't come near me." ”

He smiled with relief: "I'm just talking about it, playing tricks, and besides, I came to the Breeze Realm for other purposes, and I didn't come to play hooligans." What's more, I'm still your uncle, and I still understand the truth of being a teacher. ”

As a teacher, looking at his high-sounding hypocritical face, Qianhua felt even more bottomless in her heart, and said: "I hope you still remember, you are my uncle." ”

spent a full five million gold to get the name of the five elders of Shenjian Mountain, if he didn't accept the first sister of Shenjian Mountain, such a beautiful and delicious beauty, Zixiu felt sorry for himself.

A wicked smile appeared on his face: "Okay, it's important to get down to business, let's make it clear now, when the mystery of the mirror is opened, among the four sub-cultivators, the one with the most squinting eyes is me." ”

As soon as the words fell, the four mirrors suddenly shone brightly, and in an instant, they seemed to be in the tide of color, in the colorful world, colorful, colorful, like a dream.

Behind the mirror, the flowing light and color are changing rapidly, interpreting different worlds.

Qianhua looked nervous, her little heart was beating wildly, and she reminded: "The mystery of the mirror has been activated, you can go in." ”

Looking at the unpredictable scene, Zixiu was a little scared for a while, worried that he would really be confused and become a demigod and half-demon neurosis.

"If you don't dare to go in, I'll go in. Qianhua urged.

He stopped him and smiled slightly: "I'd better go, I'm not willing to let you take the risk." ”

As he spoke, he took five steps forward and walked towards a mirror. In an instant, he disappeared into the void, and almost at the same time, four sub-cultivators appeared in the four mirrors.

Qian Hua saw it in her eyes, and her heart was a little unbearable.

The four Zixiu looked at themselves at the same time, which made her shudder, and her whole body was creepy.

"Oh my God, you're a scoundrel, you're not so horny, are you?" she saw in her eyes, crying and laughing.

In the mirror, there are four different worlds, among which Zixiu is completely different except for his appearance.

The background of the humanitarian world is a blue sky and white clouds, mountains and forests with small mountains and flowing water, green grass and clear water, full of vitality. Although Zixiu's eyes are a little weird, he is dressed in coarse cloth shoes and completely dressed as an old peasant.

The Shinto world is the top of a towering mountain, Zixiu is wearing a black brocade robe, standing on the top of the supreme, awe-inspiring in the wind, standing up to the sky.

Above him there is only the firmament.

In the world of the Demon Dao, the scene is a little bloody, dark, skulls everywhere, unjust souls, gods crying and ghosts crying, and the anger is very heavy. On the outside of his black brocade robe, he was draped in a blood-colored cloak that flew in the wind, and what was even more strange was that in front of him, there were nine blood-drenched swords lined up in unison.

These nine swords, Qian Hua looked at them in his eyes, and he seemed to be familiar, perhaps, he had seen them in some ancient books.

The world of immortal dao is a completely different scene, where Zixiu controls a blood-red phoenix, wandering in the sky. Underneath him is the boundless, vast and vast world of the Hanhai Sea.

The world of humanity, the world of Shinto, the world of demons, the world of immortals, and the four worlds.

Different worlds, different sets, different situations, different dresses, are indeed the same face.

Qianhua looked at each world seriously, dozens of times, and each frame and drawing were too realistic, completely diluting the subtle differences in her eyes. She rubbed her dry eyes, a little tired.

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At this time, Zixiu had already arrived in another dimension.

Here, almost exactly the same place as Qianhua is, there are also four mirrors, of course, this is not an ordinary mirror.

The four mirrors are the eyes of the four worlds.

The eye of humanity, Qianhua in his eyes, a turquoise skirt, ethereal sleeves, black and bright black hair, delicate face, full of vitality, amiable. He couldn't bear it, and he had an urge to propose marriage and show his love and marry her.

The Eye of Shinto, Qianhua is still wearing a turquoise skirt, ethereal sleeves, black and bright black hair, and a delicate face. But in his opinion, Qianhua is like a little sister, beautiful and flamboyant, and a little willful. He was an older brother and always wanted to protect her.

The eye of the devil's path, Qianhua is still the same Qianhua, but at this time, his consciousness is like a wild horse that has escaped, ** smoked his heart, and does whatever he wants.

He was panting, his blood was spurting, and he wanted to nibble on two bites when he looked at the apple muscles that were fluttering in the red of Qianhua; the pair of bulging white rabbits that were about to come out were lying down together, eager to pick them out directly, and grabbed two handfuls in a frenzy; and the round and fat buttocks, the turquoise light veil could not wrap them, showing the mountain dew, if they pounced, if they pounced......

With a round and jade face, a bumpy figure, an age in his early twenties, and intact flowers and bones, and a jade body, I am drooling when I think about it.

Zixiu watched it for a long time, and he was a little thirsty when he saw it, swallowing saliva and moistening his burning throat.

The Eye of the Immortal Dao, Qianhua is slightly different, in his eyes, he is no longer a life partner, or a pure object of indulgence, but an immortal couple in the immortal world, pure and ethereal.

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For Qianhua, what she has to solve is how to calm down and eliminate the background world and the distraction of her own judgment.

The humane world, the Shinto world, the demon world, and the immortal world are completely different.

She looked at Zixiu's gray-brown, slightly frivolous eyes, and sighed: "Which one is your eye, I feel that these four eyes are all squinting, so how can I judge." Could it be that my first impression of him was not that of a hooligan, and since it was not frivolous, what could it be?"

Qianhua fell into deep thought, she was lost, lost in Zixiu's eyes, lost in the 'Spirit of One Eye'!

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Unlike Qianhua's side, Zixiu's troubles stem from the influence of the Eye of the World on his mind, in short, the Eye of the World is like a pair of colored eyes, the world in his eyes is changing, and his will is uncertain.

The Eye of Humanity, the Eye of Shinto, the Eye of Demons, the Eye of Immortals, one eye and one world.

If he wants to determine who is the real Qianhua, he needs to find himself first, putting aside the interference of the Eye of the World on his mind.

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Ten days have passed, and the two people are in different spaces, looking at each other, close at hand, some as if they are far away in the sky, so familiar, and some so strange.

The light of the gods gives me the spirit of one eye, the spirit of one eye, and gives me insight.

In the past ten days, Qianhua reviewed what happened after she and Zixiu met, from beginning to end.

Who is he, what kind of eyes does he have, and what kind of inner world is behind the eyes?

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"Alas, good things are grinding, and it's not good to grind them into toothpicks!" Zixiu smiled obscenely, stood up, bowed slightly, and said with a smile: "Qianhua girl, we'll see you on the Phoenix Stage!"

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When they met for the first time, Zi Xiu, who was angry, showed off a seven-killing sword trick in front of him, the fourth realm, and the two swords combined.

Later, on the Phoenix Terrace, when Yuan Ying was dueling, he snatched the Thousand Bone Sword empty-handed, using the eighth realm of the Seven Killing Sword Technique, the Windless Realm. From the combination of two swords to the windless realm, it only took him three or five days, is this still human?

Qianhua gasped and muttered, "Could it be that I have seen his essence and read his eyes, but I was confused by that frivolous look?"

So, in the shortest possible time, Qianhua scanned the four pairs of eyes in the four worlds, what she saw in her eyes, what she thought in her heart, her gaze finally froze the demon world.

A pair of gray-brown eyes, slightly different, concealing a divine light, a fearless vision, full of perseverance and determination.

Qianhua's heart beat faster, and she chanted: "The wrath of the wind god, regardless of life and death, is angry and seals the sky, although at that time, I can't see your eyes, I think, your eyes should be like this at that time, at a glance." ”

As she spoke, she stretched out her slender jade hand and stuck it on the mirror of the Demon Dao World, sealing Zixiu's eyes.

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After so many days, Zi Xiu felt that he was about to collapse, and the impact of the four horizons on his mind exceeded his willpower. He gritted his teeth and persevered, doing his best to calm down and reduce the distraction of his vision.

The light of the gods gives me the spirit of a sight, what I see at a glance, what I see in a lifetime.

When I first met Chika, it was at a tavern.

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He lay on the ground, looked up at Qianhua up close, and smiled.

Qianhua's long hair is coiled up, a blue hair tie is tied on the bun, a clean face, ice is as clear as jade, big eyes, willow eyebrows, clear eyebrows, a little cinnabar at the center of the eyebrows, looming, seven points of women's grace and tranquility, three points of youth's cleanliness, and generous.

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"What are the characteristics of her eyes, besides being large?" he pondered, recalling the scene.

After a long time, he came back to his senses, took a deep breath, looked at the four identical Qianhua, and said solemnly: "The spirit of one eye, what you see at a glance, the real Qianhua, your eyes are full of fear. ”

In the end, he locked on to Qianhua through the world of the Demon Dao, and the big eyes of the water spirit seemed to be aura, but in fact, behind the black pupils, there was a fear like an abyss.

"It's you!" he reached out and pressed his hand over.

In an instant, the sky was spinning, the mirror of the Demon Realm was shattered instantly, and Qianhua's hand was matched with Zixiu's hand.

All mirrors disappear in an instant, and the two spaces become one.