Qin Lang looked at the lich in a gloomy mood for a while, this thing is no different from a human Wow, isn't it a lich? No, no, no, I can't continue to discuss this kind of topic with her, otherwise the old blood will spurt out.

After laughing a few times, Qin Lang stepped forward and put his hand on the shoulder of the lich horse with a familiar face, and said warmly: "The wind and sand here are quite strong, let's go back to the city and have a good chat, drink and eat meat, let's not get drunk or happy!"

As he spoke, Qin Lang urged the bronze giant under him to return, but the next action of the lich horse made Qin Lang's expression very exciting, she took out an antique table out of nowhere, followed by two chairs, and then naturally took off Qin Lang's 'ghost hand', sat on one of the chairs, and motioned for Qin Lang to sit down as well.

Qin Lang felt the touch he had just now, it seemed that the shoulders of the horses in the lich were no different from the shoulders of Princess Xiangxiang, three thousand years, this body was really fresh!

Ma Yu waved his arm in the lich, and a transparent shield had been opened, enveloping the position of the three of them, and the fight in the outside world could no longer affect the three of them, Qin Lang turned his head to look at the battle between Sisi and the bone dragon, and found that there was no danger for the time being, so he breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the chair.

And the necromancer archmage is a bit tragic, and is ignored by the lich horse.

After seeing Qin Lang sit down, Ma Jiao smiled and said, "You already know people's names, you should also tell them your name, right?"

Heavenly!

Qin Lang always thought that this was an exaggeration, but now he understands that the lich in front of him actually made a girl's voice, and the sound was like a big bead and a small bead falling on a jade plate, and it was like a yellow warbler coming out of the valley and a milk swallow returning to its nest, and it was more like the sound of a warbler and a phoenix in the forest......

All words pale in this moment!

Qin Lang could only express his amazement with the word 'Tian Lai', and then his eyebrows rose, and he said hatefully: "You can actually make a female voice, why do you still use a man's voice?" He was inexplicably excited at the moment, this was the first time that Qin Lang had a gaffe.

The lich shook his head with a chuckle, and the laughter was heart-wrenching and intoxicating, and said, "I'm not a woman, why should I use a woman's voice, it's a man who should use a man's voice, right?"

"......" Qin Lang was speechless for a while, he stared at the lich for a long time, and finally lowered his head extremely unwillingly, and took a deep breath.

This guy ......

Is it a man, or is it a woman?

Is it a man?

Is it a woman?

Male?

Female?

......

Qin Lang kept thinking in his heart, and then he woke up at dusk, what's wrong with him, this bullshit lich is a man, is it a woman, take care of my bird business......!

"Hehe......" The lich chuckled lightly.

"What's laughing about, what's so funny?" Qin Lang shouted loudly.

The Lich Horse didn't answer, a large wine jar with a height of one person appeared on the table, followed by the strange eyes of Qin Lang and the Necromancer Archmage, the two crystal little hands of the Lich Horse grabbed the neck of the big wine jar, and then a white jade wine cup that was only the size of an egg and had a pattern appeared in front of Qin Lang, and the Lich Horse poured a small half a cup into it, and then raised the one-person high wine jar, and just came to his mouth and drank it.

At this moment, Ma Yu's arms are fluorescent, her body is petite and feminine, graceful, her long hair is flying, she is leaning up like a swan's neck, and the wine jar she holds high is bigger than her whole person...,

Qin Lang's mind involuntarily sketched such a scene.

Night, mountains, forests, springs.

Silver glow is everywhere, the mountains and forests are fragrant, and the clear spring is dingdong.

Only the elf in the dream stepped on the moon, she was uninhibited and unrestrained, and she could hold a person-high wine jar to drink as if no one was around, revealing coquettishness and arrogance.

She is like the wind, ethereal, but it makes people catch up.

She is like fire, hurting when touched, but making people moths to the fire.

She is like the moon, unattainable, but infinitely admirable.

She is like a cloud, unpredictable, but people expect to stay.

......

Qin Lang was stunned for a long time, and turned his head fiercely, the throbbing in his heart became more and more intense......

Peerless elegance!

Is this the demeanor of a legendary figure of a generation three thousand years ago, the Love Saint Zhongma? Qin Lang could no longer find any words to describe the charm of the Lich Zhongma at this moment.

He looks like a man and a woman, or has the charm of both sexes!

Qin Lang can imagine that if the lich is dressed in men's clothes, he must be a beautiful man who looks like Pan An, and if it is women's clothes, then he is a beautiful woman in the world!

For no reason, Qin Lang remembered the Queen of the Purple Moon, and the demeanor of the Purple Moon was also unforgettable to him, but the Purple Moon still lacked the sense of charm of the Lich Horse!

Not bad!

Suddenly, a name popped up in Qin Lang's mind - Dongfang Undefeated!,

Yes, this product is definitely stronger than the undefeated charm of the East! Qin Lang roared with certainty in his heart, his face darkened and he looked at the stunned undead archmage, looking at the old man's appearance, Qin Lang was speechless for a while, it is estimated that the old man is still enthusiastic when he is a lot older!

Seeing Qin Lang's strange eyes, the undead archmage finally came to his senses, and his old face turned red and he smiled dryly.

"Hey, old man, is this love saint a man or a woman?" Qin Lang asked in a low voice. It seems that he doesn't admit in his heart that he cares about the gender of Zhongma, but at this moment it is undoubtedly exposed - he still cares a lot!

The Necromancer Archmage's eyes flashed: "Actually, no one knows whether the Love Saint Zhongma is male or female, her gender has always been a mystery!"

"According to the official history: three thousand years ago, the emperors, princes and princesses of the seven empires at that time, as well as all the sword saints and law saints in the continent, as well as the strong men of the elf race, the dragon race, and so on, the kings of those kingdoms, etc., regardless of men, women, old and young...... They are all crazy about the 'Love Saint Zhongma' alone, it was an era that no one could imagine!"

Listening to the words of the undead archmage, Qin Lang's face changed uncertainly, and he didn't react for a long time.

The emperors, princes and princesses of the seven empires, as well as all the sword saints and law saints in the continent...... The Sword Saint is a terrifying existence of the fifth order, and there are only three people in the continent so far, and even the emperor of the empire does not dare to slack off, as well as the elven clan and the dragon clan......

These guys are crazy about the lich and the horses at the same time!, and even more so, they don't distinguish between men, women, and children......

Qin Lang's heart was surging for a while, and he couldn't be calm, and his eyes looked at the lich who was drinking heavily.

At this time, the Necromancer Archmage sighed again: "What is a legend, a rare wonderful character in a thousand years, creating a precedent for a hundred generations, that is a legend!"

"There are many geniuses and many demons, but there are too few legends, and that kind of character is too many to look up to and touch......"