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Xiao Yanmei couldn't recognize Xiao Mei'er as Lei Gong at all, she was actually the smartest person in the world?

Her cleverness may have been at the moment when she transformed into a human body, she knocked down Lei Gong, kissed Lei Gong, and determined Lei Gong.

Although she went through a lot of hardships, she finally became an immortal.

A woman who has found the right husband for herself is in itself an extremely intelligent woman.

A white cat, who did not endure the hardships of the month, but ascended to the immortal in one step, this is not only smart, but simply great wisdom.

Heaven can become a couple, and Bai Wuchang is happy and leisurely.

I don't know what the pair of boys and girls who beat each other when they meet in the North Stygian Snow Mountain will be lively now?

What can it look like?

They seem to be destined for this kind of fate, unless they don't see each other, they will make trouble when they meet, and the world will be turned upside down.

When the black impermanence wakes up again, the world is clear.

The full moon seems to be in sight, and the stars are at hand.

When a person dies, he becomes a ghost, and when a ghost dies, his soul is scattered.

Hei Wuchang understood this, so he knew that he was not dead.

However, the eyes that were obviously plucked by his own hands were actually brighter, and they seemed to be able to see the world.

What's so strange about this?

"Black impermanence, I owe you, I give it back to you. ”

Yan Xiaomei is proud of the snow, and today is a willow green Luo shirt.

"What you owe me, I won't pay you back for thousands of years!"

is obviously gorgeous, but cruel words drip from Sakura's lips.

Life and death are a thread, and life is all over the world.

In the previous life, I didn't know who would succeed or fail.

Debt and repayment are a pair of entangled enemies, who can say clearly?

Looking up at the little sister, she was dressed fiercely, with slender eyebrows and red lips, and she was always cold and arrogant.

I don't know why the lost eyes can be turned again, causing the black impermanence to gather his eyebrows slightly, and listening to the little sister explain the reason.

"Black impermanence, I used my soul and spirit to cast two eyes for you, so that you can't dig it out!"

After sneering, Yan Xiaomei was full of hatred: "Do you want to escape from the Northern Hells with Yan Xiaomei?"

It turned out that Yan Xiaomei still couldn't escape the fate of being imprisoned by her.

"Yan Xiaomei, you and I have words first, I gouge out my eyes, you ......"

"You dug it, I'll give it back to you!" "The little sister shouted loudly, making the wind and dancing the snow, and cut her teeth: "I want you to stay in the North Underworld, one for me to recuperate, and the other to accompany me to practice!"

She has been alone for thousands of years, and her heart has long been yin and yang.

The king of the underworld, but he can't sit on Senluo, and the bitterness in his heart has turned into a violent storm and snow.

"Black impermanence, you must not be killed by me, if you die, I promise, Yan Xiaomei will bury you!"

After the vicious words were finished, there was another sneer: "She is willing to die with you, are you willing for her to die with you?"

is so dexterous, every sentence is stepped on the heart of black impermanence.

"Black impermanence, get a few birds for you to play with first!"

The sound of the dark has not fallen, and the little sister is snowing.

After a blur, 10,000 snowbirds made a fuss.

Cover the sky and the moon, and pounce on the impermanence of the black monarch.

The little sister gathered her red lips, sounded a beautiful whistle, and manipulated the birds.

Or dazzling, or brain-slapping, or heart-wrenching, or pecking feet.

The majesty of several eagles is not as fierce as that of ten thousand birds.

The little sister's whistle is like a turn, blowing gracefully, delicate Ling in the air, a leisurely and comfortable look.

In the face of covering the sky and the sun, one does not exude the yin and evil body, the second does not force out the ghost fire and burns, and the third does not throw out the rope chain on the arm.

He grabbed them one by one.

Grab one, crush it, and the snow and dust scatter.

Tens of thousands of birds, when will they be caught?

It's just a moment.

A pair of reborn eyes are Yan Xiaomei's soul and spirit, and they are extremely clear.

A pair of powerful hands that lock ghosts are black and impermanent, cold-blooded and ruthless, chasing the wind and catching electricity.

The snow and fog cracked, and the birds screamed.

When Black Impermanence raised his hands, tens of thousands of snowbirds had already turned into nothingness.

It's quiet at this time, and it seems that there have never been any birds in the world.

He is rebellious and heroic.

Yan Xiaomei smiled lightly, folded her legs, and sat in the void.

With a slight hand, a snow kite was gathered.

She plucked the strings and flirted with her, and played it gracefully.

The starry eyes were oozing with a smile, and the red-lipped warbler Yanyan said: "Black impermanence, if these tens of thousands of birds are replaced by tens of thousands of eagles, can you still catch them?"

Ignoring impermanence, he turned around to play with the wind, and nine giant drums appeared in front of him.

The giant drum was in the air, not striking itself, and rumbling in bursts, drowning out the sound of the little sister's zither.

The drum and the zither are a match made in heaven.

At this time, they are not compatible.

The little sister has a fast zither sound, and the impermanence drum is deep.

The little sister is singing, and the impermanence of the drum is urgent.

He is destined to disturb the rhythm of the little sister's voice and kill her pride.

How can the snow kite compete with the rumbling of the giant drum?

The half-song is not finished, the rhythm of the little sister is messed up, the sound of the zither is no longer graceful, and the strings have run several times.

"Black impermanence!"

The little sister was so angry that her lips were blue and purple, she smashed the snow kite, and shouted coquettishly: "If you want to beat the death knell drum, stay away from me." ”

The boy inhaled slightly, and the drum beat fell with the wind.

Turning around slowly, she looked at her little sister coldly, and her lips were soft: "Little sister Yan, from this moment on, you play the kite, I beat the drum, and the call is not lonely." ”

He does not fall into the wind, but stands low.

Don't look at the little sister, the momentum is even stronger.

"What do you mean?" Under the starry eyes, the little sister was slightly stunned, and then lowered her eyebrows and smiled: "I understand, you have changed your playing style, since you are destined to not be able to get out of the North Hell, you have to make trouble with me from time to time?"

Heijun was silent, rebellious.

"Black is impermanent. The little sister didn't laugh angrily, and her voice was delicate: "I can't imagine that people like you also play children's tricks." ”

"Little children's tricks often work. Heijun finally answered, and said lightly: "Otherwise, why would you be so angry?"

No matter who it is, as long as it is a woman, who doesn't care about their looks?

Am I black-faced?

With a gentle word, the little sister was summoned to transform into an ice mirror.

The ice mirror is yingying, one of them is Mei Chanjuan, caressing her thin face, which is pitiful.

When the little sister was appreciating herself, Hei Wuchang said coldly: "It's as black as a crow." ”

"Black impermanence!"

A woman can't stand a man's depreciation of her looks the most, especially a beautiful woman.

Yan Xiaomei is a beautiful woman, so when she heard these two sentences, she was almost mad.

"Do you have to me off?"

The dark voice screamed, the starry eyes were upside down, and the willow-green Luo shirt trembled slightly in the wind.

Looking up at the little sister, Heijun smiled playfully: "Now it's like a crow with a hairy coat." ”

On weekdays, words are like gold, and they don't talk about others, but today they are prickly.

This kind of person, if you talk about angry words, is even more annoying!

The little sister grabbed the ice flute with her hands, and the crisp sound was high.

Behind impermanence, the wind drum sounded again, and it was played randomly.

Although the flute was high, it couldn't suppress the strong sound of the drum, and after a few twists and turns, it was abducted out of tune.

Throw away the ice flute and bring the snow pipa.

Half-covered face, five fingers plucked the strings, full of jade beads.

The drums are still beating, chaotic and disorderly, and the beads fall to the ground.

smashed the snow pipa, grabbed the rain huqin again, and was just about to play the strings when he heard someone joking.

"Let's get some drums and play with him!"