There seemed to be an ethereal song sung by a woman wafting from a distant place.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and suddenly it rained flowers.

The pale blue and lilac petals flutter down, mixed with a faint fragrance that makes people feel like they are in a trance.

In the jungle of silver trees, pale blue-purple petals dance.

Not far away, several stunning women in white dresses strolled through the blue-purple petals, smiling and elegant. Accompanied by the bells tinkling at the ankles of the women, it is like a spiritual realm in the world surrounded by fairy sounds.

Under the red satin, ten men in stunning white carried a gorgeous and delicate carved gold-patterned bench, the white gauze flew lightly, faintly revealing a languid reclining man, looming a delicate and noble dark dress, the silver pattern overlapped on the hem, shrouding the slender and elegant fingertips under the robe. The skin is fair, almost transparent as glass, and the white hair is as enchanting and soft as snow, like the empty snow and silver dust that has fallen into thousands of abysses.

The white veil hung down, and for a while everyone couldn't see the appearance of the real bewitching man.

But the glimpse just now was enough to make people in a trance for a long time.

Qingluan's eyebrows jumped, a little depressed.

This guy... She can't beat it at the moment! The only opponent is probably only his own brother Hanye Zhenren, right? Qingluan cautiously glanced at the two people under the realm not far away, the battle was fierce, even Jun Qianxilai didn't have a trace of sight.

"See Your Excellency!"

"Mesmer, see the honorable!"

Mei Ji and several people, along with black and white impermanence, knelt on the ground at the same time, respectfully shouting.

There is a faint fanaticism.

A line of sight passed through the white veil and fell on the paper kite's body, and then, "Little girl, your body is interesting, and the deity likes it very much." "The cold and treacherous cold voice seems to be smiling but not laughing, and the evil charm is so strange that it makes people creepy.

Shen Yanmei and Mei Xuetian lost their eyes, but they were lost in his voice, dazed.

On the other side, Bai Ge and Yao Baixue were not much better, and they were in a trance.

I was at a loss.

"Yes."

With a slightly cold voice, the paper kite stared at the gorgeous and delicate white yarn, engrossed.

She didn't want the demonic power that she had finally suppressed to be ignited by him again.

Noticing the vigilance of the paper kite's body, Ye Buyan's figure flashed, and he stood in front of her quietly, holding the wine jar and looking at Jun Qianxie, "Demon King, Demon King, it's useless if you like it, my paper kite is not interested in you, don't be delusional!" ”

Qingluan almost spurted out a mouthful of blood.

This Ye Buyan's face is too thick, and... How can you be so fearless?!

Could it be that this tease is more than Ye Buyan and hides his strength?

"Oh, it's you, little ye." The cold and cold beautiful voice, and then the deliberately long tail note.

Evil and treacherous.

Qingluan and several people had goosebumps at the same time, even the huge silver tree trembled, and countless silver filaments swam underneath, and the hissing sound was unconsciously lightened a lot, and these phenomena naturally could not escape Qingluan's eyes.

Covering his right eye, Qingluan sighed in his heart.

Her Heavenly Spider Silk is actually afraid of Jun Qianxi?!

Because they all belong to the power of demons, they know more about the power of Jun Qianxie?

"That's right, it's me!" Ye Buyan was carrying the wine jar, leisurely, his long robe was blown up by the breeze, and the snow-white boots with delicate patterns were faintly visible. The black hair fell slightly, and the faint red petals that flew from nowhere flew in and stained a little.

Pale blue and lilac petals, plus pale red petals that suddenly fall in.

Interweaving a splendid and strange scene.

Qingluan narrowed her eyes and quietly exchanged glances with the paper kite.

Yes, she had been curious about where the petals on Ye Buyan's body came from, the man with his own petal background! Then, when she saw Jun Qianxi, although there were also petals flying, but at that time, it was because there was a blue tree in the demon world, so she thought that the petals were flying from under the tree.

But right now, there's no jacaranda tree here.

These two people...

"You don't stay in the demon world, why are you running here?" Ye Buyan didn't know what Qingluan was thinking, he frowned and looked at Jun Qianye very unhappily, and spilled his wine, "Let me warn you first, you can't beat the idea of a paper kite, she is mine!" ”

"I like that deity even more."

The cold and treacherous beautiful voice, coupled with the gentle arc.

The white gauze flew lightly, and in a trance, everyone only had time to see a pair of glass-like demonic blood pupils under the extremely long and slender silver-white eyelashes, like a manzhu sawa blooming on the top of a snow-capped mountain, exuding a sense of confusion that makes people willing to fall into hell.

The jade white feather fan opened lightly, and Feng Yicen stood in front of Yao Baixue and the white pigeon.

The faint scent of sandalwood dispelled the inexplicable fragrance in the air, and the two of them came back to their senses and looked around blankly.

The clothes behind him were instantly wet with cold sweat.

The scene at this time is weird, Ye Buyan obviously knows Jun Qianxie, and there may be an unusual relationship.

I want to open my eyes.

Qingluan covered his right eye and couldn't help but read a sentence in his heart, but he still didn't dare to open it without permission. On the one hand, of course, because Jun Qianye is too strong, he will attract hatred before he has time to open it, and on the other hand.

The eye eye is already devouring her right eye, and if she uses it many more times, I'm afraid her entire right eye won't be saved.

"It's useless if you like it." Ye Buyan was carrying a pot of wine, leaning on the silver tree arrogantly and chicly, faint petals fluttering from his side, his robe fluttering, a look of indulgence and chic, at ease, "My paper kite is mine, if you want to rob it with me..."

He lowered his eyelids, as if a thousand lights and shadows were flowing through his eyes.

"Then you can try it." The black hair flew lightly, Ye Buyan laughed, carefree and chic, arrogant and unrestrained, "With me here, you can't open the realm, and you are the demon king of the realm, how can you deal with so many of us?" ”

Oh? Oh? Oh?

Qingluan glanced at the two of them ambiguously.

Ye Buyan's realm, the dream realm of restraining Jun Qian's evils?

These two people have gossip!