The ink driving Tan is relatively large, and the water is black, and after the snow sinks, you can't see the appearance of people at all.

Only occasionally, she would surface and smile slightly, and her snow-like skin was also exposed to the air, and the two lumps on her chest shook faintly, making Xiling Jing's lower body start to get hot.

Damn it.

Originally, I wanted not to look at it, but my eyes looked at it honestly, Xue Meng, you abrasive little goblin.

Xue Meng poured some water on his chest, the seal inside kept peeling off, and the spiritual power was getting more and more, and at the same time, the Demon Yuan was also better than before.

Taking a deep breath, she was about to climb out of the water when she heard a laugh like a silver bell.

Alert and alert, Xue Meng glanced at the dark Tan Mian, and couldn't help but say coldly: "Who?" ”

No one answered her, only a sudden gust of wind that gave her goosebumps.

Could it be a ghost? Xue Meng couldn't help but think about it.

Xiling Jing here naturally heard the laughter, and couldn't help frowning. Worried that Xue Meng would have some accidents, he couldn't help but look at Xue Meng hard.

Xue Meng climbed ashore and made a gesture to put on her clothes.

Before he could get dressed, a sudden gust of wind blew, and the flowers on the other side of the ground shook.

The temperature suddenly dropped to freezing, like a cold north wind.

Xue Meng knew that the ancient costumes were extremely troublesome, so she could only hurriedly put on a coat and tie it, and then quickly picked up the magic beads rolling on the ground and held them in the palm of her hand.

The laughter of the silver bells soon rang out again, and it sounded a little frightening.

Although it is laughter, it gives people an inexplicable chill, just like the laughter from the messenger of hell, which makes people's hearts furious.

As soon as she got out of the water, Xue Meng was not an iron body, and when she was blown by the wind, two flower buds stood up on her cold chest, and the stamens rose high.

Seeing that the person who came did not show up, Xue Meng secretly explored the spiritual power in her body, took out part of it to resist the cold wind, and prepared the other part for battle.

At this time, a black figure shook like a ghost and landed in front of Xue Meng.

Xiling Jing in the shadows frowned, intending to see who was making the move. If it is an enemy, even if he risks being disgusted by Xue Meng, he wants to save her.

If it's a friend......

The odds are very small. Tense nerves, Xiling Jing took a deep breath, and his clear eyes looked at the person who came without slackening.

As soon as the laughter fell, the black figure stopped in front of Xue Meng, the moonlight bathed her body, and her face outlined her bewitching face and petite figure.

She looked at Xue Meng with a pair of deep eyes like a pool of water, but her pupils were as quiet as a pool of stagnant water, without half of her emotions.

A black brocade robe exposed her shoulders, and a few strands of black hair hung down on her paper-white shoulders, outlining her sexy shoulder blades.

The moonlight was bright, the cold wind washed her clothes, and her robe was blown to the brim with a tingling sound.

She looked at Xue Meng, and Xue Meng naturally looked at her without hesitation.

I don't know where she came from, Xue Meng's body straightened slightly, and she was already thinking about it quickly in her mind.

Sweeping over her delicate face, Xue Meng had an indescribable weirdness. Her face was very white, weirdly white, white as paper, and she didn't look like a living person at all.

Could it really be a ghost?

Giggled, the woman suddenly stretched out her hand and attacked with a flickering black glow, and the moment her long nails peeked out of the black sleeve robe, Xue Meng was shocked.