......

Lu Duhuan only felt as if her head had been stuffed with a bunch of information, she frowned with a headache, and then carefully combed through the pile of information, and found that it was all ...... A pile of bloody yellow waste.

Yes.

Yellow Scrap!

It's all yellow waste!

Either the magnificence of the bewitching beauty, or the long-legged temptation that makes the nosebleed, the important thing is that there is no shortage of male cultivators among these beauties, there are many types, comparable to stamp collecting, dazzling, delicate and shy, honest and honest, honest and clumsy, cold and fairy, temperament is different, but the same world, the same handsome guy, the common point of these male cultivators is - beautiful faces, temperament.

To put it simply, it's about having a good face!

......

Now whether her face is good or not, Lu Duhuan's mouth couldn't help twitching, she couldn't understand the current situation, she was really confused, although she also likes beauties, she can barely be regarded as an outer disciple of the "Yan Dog Association", but she will not be a nymphomaniac like this, her head is full of these beauties, the important thing is that there are still beauties who are not in the wisp, this horse is the inventory of the old color batch at a glance.

Lu Duanhuan thought in a mess, her frowning brows never relaxed, she just met the eyes of the dragon, and these beauty scenes appeared in her head, could it be that this is the memory of that dragon?

“......”

“............”

“..................”

Lu Duhuan thought so, and instantly the whole person felt bad, no, what does this dragon mean?

Why show her his memories?

And these memories are still a pile of yellow waste, and she has the ability to put ***** for her.

Lu Duanhuan just thought like this in his heart, and the dragon showed Lu Duanhuan with his actions whether it had the ability or not-

The images of beauties in her mind that seemed to be playing with each other began to change, from all kinds of beauties blooming to ...... Well...... Applause for love with its own sound effects.

Lu Qianhuan: "......"

MAESMES !!

Gan, is she going to have a needle eye!

Lu Duanhuan felt that she was suffering from the eye of a needle that she shouldn't have at this age, and instantly felt sad from her heart, tears rained down, her consciousness looked coldly at these action movies with a lot of postures, and her face was a life without fun, as if a boss who had been squeezed dry afterwards, only had to hold a cigarette to show her vicissitudes and decadence.

......

Hey, wait......

How could she trigger this dragon's memory......

Don't you want to say to her again, "I am destined to be a person, I have become dust, you can come here, it is our fate, now I will pass on my life's 'vajra kidney and looking back' skills to you, I hope you can inherit my grand wish of 'sleeping in the six worlds', and pass it on" and so on......

Belch!

Can't think about it anymore!

When will this horse be finished?

She doesn't want to know anything about this dragon's sexual interests?!! okay please give her brain back a piece of pure land!

Lu Duanhuan sighed melancholy, as if he remembered something, he raised his head suddenly, and looked at the eyes of the dragon that were still open, the dragon's breath was still lifeless, but its eyes were extremely bright, and occasionally flashed a trace of silver light, and the clear pupils seemed to have bright starlight flickering, and the secluded whirlpool was quietly and broadly swirling, following the almost frozen air, inch by inch into Lu Duanhuan's eyes.

Lu Duhuan quietly looked at these large and secluded pupils, her dark eyes were like starlight illuminated a little bit, glowing with the same treacherous and deep whirlpool.

With the change of her eyes, the scene in Lu Duhuan's mind has also changed, the "applause for love" in her mind has faded like a tide, instead of the action movie is a tall young female cultivator in white clothes, the female cultivator's eyebrows have a cold sword intent, heroic posture, looking forward to brilliance, she is holding a long sword, her clothes are flying, the sword is instantly unsheathed, and where the tip of the sword is pointed, a young male cultivator also appears.

This young male cultivator has outstanding eyebrows, a cold and lonely temperament, like the frost falling in the middle of the moon, but the male cultivator who is extremely holy and like the spokesperson of the light, is dressed in a green robe but is loosely worn on his body, revealing a large chest of his body.

The long sword in the female cultivator's hand was sharp, and she forced the male cultivator step by step, the exquisite swordsmanship, weird and ethereal, with the aura, was even more lethal, the male cultivator retreated sideways to avoid the female cultivator's attack, the sword qi still scratched his clothes, the male cultivator frowned, he seemed to pay great attention to the image, did not think about fighting back, but first pinched a trick, and changed his clothes back to the original.

Seeing this, the female cultivator became even more angry, and the sword light of the long sword in her hand almost turned invisible when it attacked the male cultivator, making it impossible to distinguish the direction at all.

The male cultivator retreated quickly, without a weapon in his hand, as if he was at a loss, and did not fight back, the female cultivator pressed step by step, and the male cultivator retreated step by step.

At this moment, the female cultivator seemed to be annoyed, the long sword was in front, but a short blade suddenly appeared in her hand, her wrist turned, and the spiritual power was blessed, and the short sword in the female cultivator's hand shot out, straight towards the male cultivator.

The male cultivator's eyes widened suddenly, the attack came too quickly, and the power he was carrying was strong, he didn't have time to protect at all, and in an instant, his clothes were torn, and blood was gushing.

Lu Duhuan: Oh.

The male cultivator pointed at the female cultivator in disbelief, his face gradually turned pale, but after a while, he fell to the ground with some unsupport, and slowly appeared the prototype, which was actually the silver dragon that Lu Duhuan saw.

It fell to the ground with its whole dragon body, closed its eyes a little tiredly, and then glanced at the nun, as if it didn't want to see her again, and held on to the pain, the dragon body rose into the air, and without looking back at the nun, it left.

The nun withdrew the sword from the scabbard, sneered, looked at the blood on the ground with disgust, pinched her hand, and a fire suddenly appeared in the palm of her hand, and the fire went towards the blood, and burned out in her breath.

The nun's lips moved slightly, as if she said something, Lu Duhuan couldn't hear her voice clearly, and she couldn't see her mouth shape clearly, the nun raised her eyes and looked at the direction where the dragon flew away, and then retracted her gaze, and suddenly her aura surged, she was also a dragon, the difference was that she was not silver, and she didn't have wings, it looked like a candle nine yin???

Lu Duhuan felt that the prototype of this female cultivator was a little special, she had a snake face, a red body, and a length of thousands of miles, which was not as beautiful as the silver Ying Long, but she was extremely imposing, looking majestic and domineering.

For Candle Jiuyin, she remembered that there was also a record in the "Classic of Mountains and Seas"-

"The god of Zhongshan Mountain, whose name is Candle Yin, is regarded as day, sleep is night, blowing is winter, calling is summer, does not drink, does not eat, does not rest, and breathes is the wind; ”