Jiang Shuying's hair bun was scattered indiscriminately, and the white clothes on his body were also burned off a lot, and there were blood marks on his snow-white skin.

The wind was cold, blowing Chu Yu's lichen hair, her hair was completely scattered, dancing wildly in the air without any scruples, her face was blown white by the wind, her lips were bloodless, but she reflected a gentle luster in the glow.

She didn't mind when her hair fell, when her casually dressed clothes dragged on the floor. When you spoke to her, she fell asleep and did not answer—the flower you had given her in the morning slipped from her hand and fell to the ground.

Across from him stood a child, to be precise, he had the rudiments of a teenager, blue clothes, long black hair loosely tied behind his head by a dark band, a few strands of hair slid down to his cheeks, jade skin, low eyelashes, and an indifferent expression.

The hair on his forehead grew a little, and he stood there with his head bowed, his hair covering his eyebrows, and the anger and flamboyance on his face gradually calmed down. The bright light outside the window was blocked by a cloud, and the light in front of him dimmed with it. He raised his eyes and looked at the figures of several people who disappeared around the corner, the little white feet hooked in the crook of the man's arm, and the toes hung down quietly, like a butterfly with its wings broken, silent.

Dressed in a long dress made her look cumbersome. A half-wet black hair was draped over her shoulders like this, a foggy appearance, her black and white eyes obviously flashed a ray of panic, her skin was very white, without any makeup, her cherry pink lips were pale and almost colorless, and the white shirt and green skirt she was used to wearing made her look like a green willow swaying in the wind in the drizzle, Mo Yunsheng was the first to look stunned.

And I was the only one left in my bedroom with a pile of brocade jade, hanging limply on the pillar, hanging my head weakly. The black hair was scattered, stained with dust and blood, and the wound on his forehead was still slowly dripping blood, and I don't know what the blood on his face looked like.

There were no flowers on the gray rocky beach, but since that day, there have been clusters of small blue flowers, every five o'clock in the evening, under the sunset, the blue and white flowers will turn red, and a little bit of red will be sprinkled on the gray and white stones, like mottled bloodstains, telling the desolation of that day's desperate road.

On each side of the girl's pale face, there was a deep knife wound, mixed with blood and dust, and it was as vicious as a centipede. If she hadn't looked at the wound, she would have been a tall, fair-skinned girl, and she was good-looking. Now it's broken. In addition, her thighs and arms were also slashed with deep and shallow slashes. The white dress on her body was stained with blood and dirt.

Seeing that Gaozong was so cooperative, Helan Minyue felt that she had overpowered the Empress Wu, and her eyes were full of pride, which was deeply blessed, and she was about to get up, but the action was only halfway done, Miaoman's body suddenly trembled, followed by a stiffness, and she fell to the ground weakly, her pink red face instantly became pale as paper, and a small cherry mouth, a stream of dirty blood spurted out, splashing on her chest, dyeing a white fox robe with spots and dazzling, and the miserable state was shocking.

The palace man dragged me into his arms, so that the palace clothes on his body fell to the ground, the hat on his head fell off, and his long black hair was suddenly scattered behind his back, revealing a heavenly face under the torches.

The purple shirt was mixed with blood and messy, soaked in water, crumpled and wrapped around the body. The black hair on both sides of the forehead was scattered down, and the white of the stars was particularly dazzling in the light. The wind blew through this pale face as white as snow, and a few strands of white hair on his sideburns flew coldly.

His crest was scattered, his long black hair and fluttering robes were scattered between the ground, quickly covered with dust and mud, and as he turned the stairs, he could vaguely see his face in the middle of his hairline, as pale and silent as snow, as if he had felt no pain or humiliation.

He is not transparent at all now, his feet are on the ground where Qinglian Yugang has just sprinkled grass seeds, his long silver hair is draped behind him, and the silver lines on his snow-white robe are circulating, Xiaochun now understands a little formation, and he can faintly see that it seems to be a defensive formation. He turned his head, and the red lotus lines on his eyebrows were set off by the snow-white complexion, and he looked a little bewitching.

His complexion was like snow, and there were three small red spots under the outer corners of his right eye, which looked like three bloody tears had fallen from the eye of a jewel. The maple leaf disturbed Xue Zhi's vision, and fell all over the river, which also made the three points of cinnabar empty and real, and through the fluttering red ball, she saw that he was smiling lightly at herself. When the autumn breeze gradually rose, his black hair hidden under the brim of his hat also shook in the wind, gently brushing his picturesque face.

Xiao Banxian never expected to see Jiang Shuying, and immediately helped her up: "Master Jiang, why are you here?

Huang Zibian was dressed in a goose-yellow dress, with a simple bun on her head, and only the hairpin he gave her was inserted on it. She stood in front of the pink and white wall, her slightly pale face, and her smile was faint. She stared at him with the brightest pair of stars in the world, reflected in his reflection, illuminating everything in front of him, suddenly giving birth to a thousand brilliance. Step by step, he slowly descended the steps and walked towards her. And she stood in the wind, the yellow shirt was moving, the green silk was slightly raised, and when she laughed, the stars in her eyes also gently turbulent. The breath surging in his heart was also disordered, and he couldn't even breathe smoothly. The blood in my heart surged wildly, cold and hot, and I didn't know whether it was joy or sadness.

Jiang Shuying sat up straight: "I'm fine." ”

At this time, except for the sound of burning trees and the sound of the sky and fire hitting the ground, there was no wailing around, and those little demons, under the fire of the sky, none of them were spared!

At this time, the number of heavenly fires has been greatly reduced compared to before, and after a while, it is estimated that it will stop, Jiang Shuying said: "I have a way, you go and get the emperor's slurry." ”

After speaking, she closed her eyes lightly, wrapped her arms around her chest, and after a moment, Jiang Shuying's beautiful eyes suddenly opened, her arms were spread, her pupils had turned deep and green, and nine huge silver-white fox tails stretched out behind her.

When singing to the last sentence, the eyes turned lightly, and swept ethereal to the white-clothed celestial man in the seat, the dark waves swayed slightly, as if the dew dripped out, the eyes met, the eyes were like the sea deep, and the eyes were like the ice sky, as if saying something, the lips moved slightly, but they were tightly pursed. Sighing slightly, he turned around and looked back, his black hair was like silk, flying like a waterfall, his eyes swept away the army, cold and quiet, he held it lightly, the silver dragon was winding, the snow was gradually dispersed, the sword pointed to the nine heavens, and the person stood like a phoenix.

She stood in the darkness, and opposite her stood a white-haired boy dressed in black, obviously the appearance of a teenager, but with long snow-white smooth hair, he only picked a few strands and combed a bun. His eyes were as cold as ice, his lips were strange pink-purple, his skin was as transparent and white as jade, and his whole person was not like a cultivator, but more like a demon.

The long green silk that I am proud of, dragged on the ground, should be dusty all the way, and it will never be restored as black as black jade, and it can be seen.

The fox's tail flies in the air under the reflection of the heavenly fire, this fox's tail is as clear and clear as the moonlight, and it is bright and dusty, gorgeous and extraordinary.

Wrapped in a black robe, with long black hair, the sunlight leaked from the willow branches, and the spots sprinkled on him, indescribable dignity, like a god descending on the world.

Only then did Xiao Banxian know that Jiang Shuying turned out to be a nine-tailed fox, but it was a pity that her eyes were not blood-red, otherwise she would be an innocent nine-tailed sky fox.

Jiang Shuying raised his head and let out a few fox calls, this voice was clear and tactful, although it was a fox call, but it was very pleasant to hear in his ears, Jiang Shuying at this time did not make people feel weird and charming, but extremely holy and noble.

The laughter is crisp and coquettish, and such a beautiful laughter is rarely heard by anyone. As long as you hear this kind of laughter, you can imagine that the person who laughs must be beautiful.

A woman's voice sounded in the night, soft and graceful, but it was just the most ordinary question, listening to people's ears, but like the spring rain with peach petals floating in the south of the Yangtze River, it went straight into your bones.

Eventually, it emits a crisp and catchy sound that brings a touch of freshness to the night

A fox tail wrapped around the waist of the little half-immortal: "I'll send you to the lake, be careful!

"Understood!" Xiao Banxian said, Jiang Shuying sent him out in the air as soon as he sent the fox tail.

The fox tail came to the lake with the little half-fairy, and at this time, a heavenly fire fell from the sky, and Jiang Shuying foxtail swung and took the little half-immortal to meet the heavenly fire.

In front of me was a huge deep pit, and when you looked up, the entrance of the cave shrank smaller and smaller, and a small piece of the sky could be faintly seen. Looking down, there is an endless abyss, but in the abyss there is tumbling magma and countless flames. The flames were a strange red color, judging by the firepower, it should be a spiritual fire above the Xuan level, that is to say, this fire was enough to burn them all into ashes in a few breaths! The flames rose up, conjuring up a translucent, long dragon wrapped around the flames, and countless large and small fire dragons wrapped around a vacant stone platform in the center, and there seemed to be something on the stone platform that exuded a faint blue light.

It (the waterfall) is like the white robe of the mountain spirit, it is like the silver whisker of the water god, I think it is a water drop curtain on the green screen, I think it is a white silk cut down. But it can't be compared, it seems to be a silver-white dragon swirling at the bottom of a deep stream, it is supported by countless fairy clouds in its whirlwind, and there are countless heavenly music in unison

Before the words fell, she didn't wait for the two of them to answer, she casually tore off a branch of a willow tree beside her, and turned around in a starting gesture. Although she was wearing the simplest cloth clothes, and her hair was only casually curled, she stood in the wind with willows, and her posture was like a fairy, which suddenly made everyone involuntarily shout "good"! She used willows instead of swords, and danced, Miaoman's posture was like a cloud Shu curl, and everyone stared at her dancing posture, only to feel that at this time, the yellow dust in front of the building turned into a knotted pavilion, and the narrow-sleeved cloth clothes instantly transformed into a seven-fold brocade robe. The beauty on the field carried the air of smoke and clouds, and the waves of the river and sea swirled and swirled, and it was impossible to see clearly - suddenly her dancing momentum changed, and the waves of light and smoke instantly turned into thunder and anger, and between the lightning and flint, the wicker in her hand swept like a gust of wind, and smoked towards the two scoundrels.

The spoon tapped the tip of his foot three feet back, and a huge peony bloomed under his bare foot, and the white and pink on the petals were scattered, and the layers spread out like pink waves. The pig demon rose to the sky, came with a stick, and as soon as he entered the flower array, he was detained by the ring fluorescent. If the boneless umbrella of the flower encircles the pig demon layer by layer, the more it struggles, the tighter the rings of the hands and feet will be buckled, until the body has no strength, and it is devoured little by little by the mouthless petals, squeezed inside, and finally the petals are formed, and they are born, which is already an unopened peony bud.

He blocked in front of the owl, pinched the trick with both hands, and felt a nameless fire in his body rushing from his heart to his whole body, and finally gathered to his fingertips, he closed his palms together, and reprimanded angrily: "

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