Chapter Seventy-Nine, Seven Fairies in the Snow

I don't know how much time has passed in the creation space, Ye Man clearly felt that there seemed to be a footstep outside. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Someone's coming.

Ye Man's heart moved, he withdrew from the creation space and returned to the room.

"Brother, help!"

Ye Yu ran over.

Ye Man frowned.

In a flash, he appeared at the gate of the courtyard, Ye Yu saw Ye Man appear, and threw himself into his arms, "Brother, there are bad people?"

Ye Man nodded, his face cold, "It turned out to be you." ”

"Haha, Ye Man, today is your burial place. ”

From around the corner, three people came out.

Black impermanence, white impermanence, Ouyang is invincible.

Ye Man's brows gradually stretched, "You are so bold, dare to come to my Ye family to make trouble!"

"Ye Man, you should be grateful to the Ye family in the northern capital, I really didn't expect it, your Ye family still has something to do with the Ye family in the northern capital, if it weren't for this, half of your family would be dead now. ”

Bai Wuchang shook his head with a look of pity.

"Then I still have a thank you for it. Ye Man put Ye Yu behind him and sneered.

On the top of the eaves, there was a person sitting, blowing a jade flute, "Ye Man, why do you give me a feeling that is very familiar, let me ask you, do you know Ye Xiaoyu?"

"I don't know. Ye Man shook his head. The people he knows, he definitely has an impression, and Ouyang said Ye Xiaoyu silently, he has no impression at all.

Ouyang sighed silently, "It seems to be my delusion." As he spoke, falling from the eaves, an iron sword appeared in his hand, and a powerful momentum erupted from him.

If Ye Man didn't break through, he was still a congenital master, maybe it would bring him a sense of oppression, but at this moment, facing Ouyang Silent, he felt the slightest pressure, and that feeling was like a small soldier Guan Gong playing a big knife in front of him, and a mouse showing off his might in front of a cat.

In the creation space, Xiaoqing had a nightmare, he dreamed that his second sister was dead, sweating profusely, and shouted: "Sister," he suddenly opened his eyes and woke up.

"Hey, what's going on? Sister, why hasn't my sister found this place yet, is she in danger? ”

Xiaoqing and her sisters have a strange sense, and when any one of them encounters danger, they will feel each other.

At this moment, she dreamed that her sister had met two very powerful people, and she was killed by two people, crying with a sad face, "The second sister won't really be in danger, it's all my fault, I brought out the second sister's white jade flawless, what should the second sister do when she encounters a strong enemy?"

At this moment, a hundred miles away, there are seven beautiful women walking, each woman is very beautiful in clothes, colorful, when walking, with bright gauze fluttering, dragging out a long strip of cloth, like a rainbow as beautiful, they are walking in the deep mountains, Qingyu raised his head, at a glance, in the deeper mountains, two figures, in the white fog, slowly walking.

Suddenly, I was taken aback, "Second sister, take a look, am I mistaken, there seem to be two people in front?"

The seven women stopped, Yang Feixue looked up and smiled, "No, you are mistaken, there are indeed two people in front!"

Yang Feixue raised his hand slightly, and a heavy snow fell, and in the dense forest, the two figures got closer and closer.

A few hunters who were hunting could not have imagined that on a sunny day with a clear sky, there would suddenly be heavy snowfall, and in the heavy snow, they saw seven extremely beautiful women.

These hunters, not only were they not attracted by the beauty of these seven women, but they fled in a panic as if they had encountered evil spirits, shouting, "Youkai, youkai." But they saw that the seven women were wrapped in ribbons, barefoot, and there was not a trace of dirt on their smooth insteps.

Zi'er chuckled, "Oh, don't run, we're not monsters, we're fairies?"

"Little Wu, you're doing it again!" Yang Feixue shook her head.

"Sister, it's not me who is to blame, it's that they are too timid! They're still men, seeing a delicate woman like us, they all run, it's too much like a man. ”

Qingyu smiled and said, "Then in Xiao Wu's eyes, what kind of person is like a man?"

"Of course, it's the peony flower that died, and the ghost is also a romantic person, in order to seek a night of joy, even if he is willing, this is the real man. Zi'er giggled.