Qingzun looked at the phoenix pattern totem that appeared in the center of the eyebrows of the night terror, and his eyes were a little displeased, but he still stayed after all.

At this time, the black flames that were wrapped around Night Terror's body were all absorbed into the totem.

Immediately after, the totem in the center of her eyebrows vanished.

Losing the shade of the flames, the figure of the night terror emerged......

It is recorded in the historical masterpiece "Song of Song":

From the dazzling halo, the holy and immaculate girl was reborn.

She has the most perfect and delicate face in the world, the most graceful and graceful body.

Her skin is like snow, her hair is like ink, her lips are like peach, and her eyes are like stars.

Frost turned into her bones, and fire turned into her spirit.

She is the most perfect masterpiece of God, the most loving grace, the most blessed gift, and the most longed-for hope......

In this moment, her appearance, her encounter with him, pushes the gears of history and writes a new chapter in the world.

Later generations called this year the "first year of the saint" to commemorate this sacred moment.

……

Ahem, of course, the above is just the ignorant beautification and all kinds of undisciplined brain supplements of later people.

What are the facts?

At the moment when Night Terror was about to wake up, Qingzun did not shy away from suspicion, and the big lama stood in front of her.

He watched as her long hair fluttered and then scattered and wrapped around her smooth body.

Her long hair was dark and thick like ink.

Her body was white, pure as the first snow.

The charm of black, the confusion of white.

I have to admit, it's beautiful.

He raised an eyebrow, scrutinizing her appearance.

The eyebrows are lightly raised, the eyelashes are thick, the nose is high, and the cherry lips are charming.

Not slender, not feminine, on the contrary, with a vigorous and stubborn vitality.

It's like the top of the bitter sea, the proud Mo Lian.

At this time, Night Terror slowly opened her eyes, and the turbidity in her chest was relieved.

She looked at the bright and bright blue sky, stunned for a moment, and then smiled with a shallow smile on the corner of her lips.

"It turns out that the sky of the underworld is also so beautiful?"

Listening to the murmur of the night terror, Qingzun said lightly: "You are not dead, as you said." ”

Hearing this nasty sound again, Night Terror was about to go berserk almost instantly.

She stared, and sure enough, it was the "Ripper"!

"It's you—" Night Terror shouted angrily, and the last breeze blew in her to chill her slightly.

When I looked down, I found that I was one! Silk! No! Hang!

When the Taixu Emperor Flame tempered the impurities in her body, she naturally even burned her clothes clean.

Damn it!

It's been looked at!

Rao is cheeky like a night terror, and his face is also dyed red.

Suddenly, the image in front of her spun around and fell straight from mid-air.

She didn't have the ability to control the sky, and after Nirvana ended, she would definitely fall.

Falling from such a high place, even if she had completed her first nirvana, she would have a blue nose and swollen face.

Thinking of the little black-haired chicken's instructions, Qingzun had to come to the rescue.

He stretched out his hand and pulled the whole person into his arms.

Her slender body slammed into his chest, the soft impact making him stunned slightly.

This...... Why is she so soft?

He wrapped one hand around her waist, fingertips rubbing slightly.

The touch lingering between the fingers is even more delicate and cool, as if touching some beautiful jade.

"Have you touched enough?"

(End of chapter)