Ling Xiao was ready for Yuan Ziyi to be annoyed and angry, just waiting for this thing to attack.

Unexpectedly, this guy was just stunned, staggered back a few steps, and actually laughed.

As if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, he raised his hand, looked down at his perfect figure, and turned around in front of Ling Xiao, making a half-face-covering motion.

"Is it ugly?"

"Your eyes are very seductive...... Ling Xiao simply sat on the table, picked up a pastry on the table and put it in his mouth, "It's a pity that I'm not a man." ”

When Yuan Ziyi heard this, he felt in a good mood.

"What if you were a man?" he leaned over the woman's earlobe and sang, his voice low and breathtaking.

Ling Xiao looked him up and down. For a long time, he smiled contemptuously.

"If I were a man like you, I would hide you, so that I could sing and go on stage alone. ”

"You won't marry me?" Yuan Ziyi tugged at Ling Xiao's cuffs, looking pitiful. He turned, and plunged straight into her arms, his arms around her neck, soft as boneless.

Ling Xiao knew very well that this person had entered the play.

For some reason, she felt pity in her heart, and actually cooperated with him to act.

"A woman like you, marrying into a house, is a disgrace to the lintel. ”

Yuan Ziyi lowered his eyes when he heard this, and laughed lowly, his delicate body trembling because of laughter. Ling Xiao could feel his anger.

That anger first set a fire in his heart, and since then it has been on fire.

No matter how many people he kills, he can't fill the void in his heart!

"Are immortal cultivators also afraid of insulting the lintel?" Yuan Ziyi broke free from Ling Xiao's arms and pounced in front of the dressing table like a butterfly, he looked at the person in the mirror, his fingertips gently brushed his eyes, cheeks, and lips.

There is no place in the elaborate depiction of makeup that the man once admired.

"He just loves the role you play. ”

Yuan Ziyi's movements froze, and her eyes stared at the woman's face reflected in the bronze mirror.

The skin is as delicate as porcelain, a pair of phoenix eyes, sharp and flamboyant, such a beautiful face!

"The girl seemed to be able to guess my mind. He stopped using the joke and used his original voice.

Elegant and cold.

Ling Xiao stroked his face and smiled at him: "It's hard to give up on being naturally beautiful." If you look good, you can always meet a lot of negative people. ”

"The girl is really interesting. Yuan Ziyi closed his eyes and heard the hurried footsteps of someone on the eaves, and the corners of his lips hooked slightly, "Do you know who is coming?"

Ling Xiao knew that it was Lu Zhuo and them, and he no longer had false feelings with him.

She rolled her eyes in annoyance, her red lips lightly opened.

"The one who killed you. ”

Before he finished speaking, he saw Ink Yang jumping from a high place with his sword in his hand, his lips slightly pale from running at full speed, and his voice trembled, as if he was about to lose something very valuable.

"Master, are you alright?"

Ling Xiao was stunned, why is there only one cheap apprentice?

"Be careful!"

said that it was too late, and when he saw Yuan Ziyi wave his hand, Ink Yang was like being hit by a boulder, his body bowed slightly, and he withdrew for dozens of meters.

Seeing that he was about to hit the rockery outside the house, Ling Xiaofei stepped forward and caught him in time.

"You are in the Qi refining period, what kind of excitement do you have in the Jindan period!" Ling Xiao's face was uneasy, and when he saw that Mo Yang's face was pale and his body was shaky, he couldn't bear to blame in the end.

"Girl, you're making such a big joke. Yuan Ziyi hid her face and chuckled, "It's dark and dark outside, don't let Xiao Langjun suffer from the cold, come into the house quickly." ”

He pretended to be worried, making Ling Xiao look unhappy.

A trace of scarlet flashed in Ling Xiao's eyes, and he was about to have a seizure, but he was pulled by Ink Yang at the corner of his clothes.

"Master, he found us a long time ago. Ink Yang was injured by a blow from the Jin Dan period, and his heart turned over the river and the sea, and as soon as he said a word, blood gushed out from the corners of his mouth, "I have already ordered Xiuxiu to evacuate with the girls from Kunshan City." ”

"Since you know, why don't you go along?" Ling Xiao was angry, he usually looked like a clever child, what kind of stupidity did he make at a critical moment!

"I'm worried about you...... Cough...... No spiritual power......"

Mo Yang's speech was intermittent, and Ling Xiao couldn't see his appearance, so he interrupted him.

"Idiot, this kind of golden pill period, I can handle it by brute force. Ling Xiao gently placed Ink Yang on the ground and pulled off the orange hairband on his head, "Kitten God, don't tell me that you can't protect him." ”

Mao Daxian's real body fell to the ground, and he took the ink in his mouth and rushed into the dark, disappearing without a trace.

"I recognize the cat. Yuan Ziyi lowered his head and played with his nails, "Saved all the girls in Kunshan City from me." ”

Ling Xiao snorted coldly, she had thought that hateful people must have pity, but she didn't expect to be put on the spot by this Holy Lord of the Immortal Temple.

"I'll clean the portal for Yinshan today. ”

"Just because you're a mortal with no spiritual power?" Yuan Ziyi sneered, and his face changed again in a blink of an eye, "I thought you could be my good friend." ”

"I'm sorry. Ling Xiao sneered, accustomed to his incorrect, evil-faced style, only felt disgusting and uncomfortable.

Yuan Ziyi stopped talking, flew forward, and slapped Ling Xiao.

The woman really didn't have spiritual power, but that amazing strength actually shook the back of her hand numb, but she looked calm and relaxed.

"Relief, really relief. Ling Xiao's heart was refreshed and excited, only to hear her finger move, and shouted, "The sword is coming!"

A flying sword burst through the air, with a fierce killing intent, and sparks splashed when it rubbed against the air.

The crystal on the hilt of the sword shone brightly in the night.

"I rarely kill, and you should be glad about it. Ling Xiao held the hilt of the sword, his long black hair gradually turned orange, and a black flame-like pattern appeared on his forehead, flickering and dimming, as if it was burning.

"The national teacher is right. Yuan Ziyi smiled when she saw Ling Xiao's change.

"Kunlun has a demon sword spirit. ”