Just when the night terror was remorseful, he knew that this was the case, and he should have used that flame to temper it more.

On the other hand, the little furball continued to bounce forward happily as if it was nothing.

Forget it, it still turned back to beckon to Night Terror from time to time, signaling her to hurry up.

The freedom of the little furball is envious when I see the night terror.

She pursed her lips, did she say that she wanted to pluck the little guy's hair off and make a pair of fire boots?

The little furball was running and running, and suddenly a gust of wind came from behind.

It suddenly turned its head with a stir, only to realize that there was nothing.

Uh, delusional.

It's just that the eyes of this woman looking at it, why are her eyes glowing green?!

Rub, when the mushroom on the top of her head is done, it must be as far away from her as possible.

Withstanding the pain of the first step, Nightterror grabbed another high raised rock with a single hand.

"Ziz ......"

There was another sound of a soldering iron on the skin, and even the absurdity couldn't help frowning.

Miss Night to the point of being unconscious?

How painful should it be to touch such a temperature directly? Is she a wooden man?

The barren stream frowned, but saw that the face of the night terror was particularly delicate against the backdrop of the fiery red light, like a kaolin flower blooming on the top of the bitter sea.

Proud, resolute, but beautiful and moving.

Especially her eyes, which are so stubborn that they make people feel a little distressed.

What did you go through to be so fearless of storms?

At this moment, the absurd stream suddenly understood.

Why is the world full of living beings, Lord Qingzun is the only one who sees her.

Then, the absurd stream quietly looked back.

Really.

This terrifying Lord Qingzun was frowning slightly at this time, watching her closely.

Arayu gently hooked the corners of his lips.

Night Terror is also the first existence that can stir the emotions of Lord Qingzun.

This also means that no matter whether Night Terror Hong is willing or unwilling, he is destined to be entangled with Lord Qingzun in this life.

Until, the moment he lost interest in her.

Or rather, there is no end to it......

……

As the minutes ticked by, everything became very slow and difficult.

Night Terror was extremely careful with every step, and she was like a little gecko, descending the cliff.

The robe on her body has already been burned by the heat wave, and if she continues, she will be unclothed.

In desperation, Night Terror said disdainfully to the two men who followed him, "How long do you want to follow?" ”

The absurd stream was stunned for a moment, and then he saw that the clothes of the night terror were a little inappropriate.

Wipe!

It's all to blame for him being too involved in thinking about things, and he didn't notice this at all!

It's over, it's over, it's over

Your Excellency doesn't want to gouge out his eyeballs, do you?

He definitely didn't mean to!

The absurd stream didn't say a word, and his feet moved and slipped away in an instant.

The speed caused the space to distort slightly, setting the best record of the absurd stream himself.

Seeing that Yan Qingjue was motionless, Ye Jinghong pursed his lips and sneered: "Why don't you leave?" ”

Yan Qingjue was just about to take out a piece of clothing from the space and give it to her, but before he could get in, Night Terror Hong glared at him with vigilant eyes.

"What do you want to do? Don't come here! ”

Her voice was cold, and her expression was resistant, as if she was facing some kind of demon.

Yan Qingjue's heart suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, no, it should be said that it was very uncomfortable.

He didn't like her to look at him like that, he didn't like it very much......

(End of chapter)