The white yarn rises and falls, and pieces of blue-purple petals fly.

The man half-reclining on the bench wore a delicate and gorgeous dark red robe, inlaid with embroidered wisps of hot gold silk edges, and an elegant hem, shrouded in layers of silver streamers. His posture is lazy, bewitching and charming, but he exudes a cold and elegant ethereal.

The first thing that caught Qingluan's eyes was a pair of blood pupils that were as strange and magnificent as glass.

The color is like blood, but the color is too strange.

The white skin is as pure as glass, almost transparent, and the white hair is almost as beautiful as snow, sprinkling thousands of prosperous silver dust.

Gray hair?!

Qingluan was a little surprised, couldn't help but look at it, this look, he saw the man's face clearly, how to describe his perfect, deep and picturesque facial features, Qingluan can't even express it in words, gorgeous like a painting, like a woman's face, but a little less feminine, revealing a faint and cold ethereal like a fairy.

The long hair like snow sprinkled with delicate dark red robes, the dull red, the flawless white, intertwined with a strange and noble light and shadow.

Surrounded by a silver crown of ice crystals, an ice-blue fluorescent light like glass hung from his forehead.

The extremely long and curly silver-white eyelashes curled up gently, and the blood-like blood pupils like glass glanced at Qingluan, and in an instant, it was like a blood-colored manzhu sawa blooming alone on the top of a snow-capped mountain, making people willing to fall into hell in a confused and bewitching way.

Crazy and evil, lazy and proud.

But on his body, he saw the ethereal dust that floated out of the dust and was not stained with a trace of dust, like a fairy.

Evil and immortal.

It's weird.

The fishy smell between his lips was permeated, Qingluan finally came to his senses, and hurriedly staggered his gaze, this person is poisonous?! Gray hair?! Even the eyelashes are white?! It's a demon... However, Qingluan couldn't help but raise his head and look at him.

I always feel that this gorgeous and picturesque face is a little familiar.

But where, I can't say why.

is obviously an evil and lazy demon, but he looks like an ethereal immortal above the nine heavens.

His body is mixed with two extremely contradictory strange temperaments. When he saw this person, Qingluan inexplicably remembered Shi Mo, if it was a few years later, when Shi Mo grew up a little more, how many cities would be overturned.

The crisp and melodious silver ringtone was softened.

Qingluan turned around suddenly, and thousands of heavenly spider silk suddenly flew out between his fingers.

Boom!!

Wow!

The hurricane surged, and the blue-purple petals fell in a row, suddenly splitting in half.

The figure flew upside down like a lightning strike, and smashed under the blue-purple jacaranda tree, and a large number of petals fell down in a row, "cough...."Qingluan covered his chest, his throat burned, and coughed softly.

The white gauze flew slowly and slowly, and the evil man in the dark red robe was half-lying on the bench, holding his chin with one hand, lazily looking at Qingluan who fell to the ground.

"Little girl."

The long and charming evil voice is treacherous and cold.

Qingluan, who was wiping the corners of his lips, couldn't help but feel a chill, and his body was surrounded by cold.

Good boy!

Is this the strongest in the higher world? It's just as powerful as opening a hanging!

The light fragrance is abrupt and clear.

Boom!

Violent impacts.

Mixed with strong air currents, they suddenly overflowed from all sides, bringing gusts of wind, and the swaying blue jacaranda trees were swept by the air currents, and the trees trembled. Pieces of blue-purple petals fell, and in an instant, they covered the white jade courtyard.

Qingluan raised her head, and in front of her stood a pale girl in a white robe.

The demon bone in his hand faintly drew a thin slit.

The evil man stood not far away, a delicate and gorgeous dark red robe flew up, and pieces of petals fell, as if adding a splendid and elegant purple lotus.

Behind her, a stunning woman in white strolled, with an elegant posture, gently draped the white velvet coat in her hand over the man, and then bowed her head slightly and retreated to the side, from beginning to end, with a calm and elegant body.

Click.

The paper kite bowed its head slightly, and the demon claws on its fingers cracked a little slit.

Just a palm, the demon bone couldn't withstand his demon power.

"Not bad, not bad." The evil man clapped his hands lightly, and the long tail note was cold and treacherous, which made people feel a chill from the bottom of their hearts for no reason.

"The deity is satisfied."

Click.

As soon as the words fell, the paper kite's demon claws suddenly made a crisp sound.

There was another crack.