The person of destiny, as long as he comes to this world, everyone is destined to be. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Carrying his own luck and shouldering the number of heaven-sent lives.

Yan Xiaomei said that her heavenly soul exists in the life of the person of destiny.

It's quite impermanent, and you have to go to everyone.

This is not the hardest question.

If he doesn't go, he will never be able to get out of the North Hell, and he won't see the truth.

If he goes, he will recover the nine souls and nine spirits for the Enma, and Yan Xiaomei's life and death are unknown.

Perhaps, Yan Xiaomei and Yan Xiaomei can only leave one.

Black Impermanence is destined to save Yan Xiaomei, so he talks about fighting and killing.

With a wry smile, Bai Wuchang just wanted to get closer to the master to persuade him to say a few words, when suddenly the wind sounded in his ears.

With her hands like hooks, Yan Xiaomei grabbed the black impermanence's chest, wanting to pull out his heart.

Jumping backwards, black impermanence does not counteract.

The slender five fingers always chase after the inches of his heart, but they can't get close.

Chase it all the way to the stars and moon.

The moon is falling in the snow, and the two are close at hand.

If it weren't for the hidden killer moves, they would be more like lovers who couldn't be separated.

One move will never end, and the corners of Yan Xiaomei's mouth raised a sneer.

No longer transforms into a snow beast ice bird, folds up the white sleeves, and falls with the snow.

It's like a fairy in the mortal world.

The starry eyes were contemptuous, and the corners of Yan Xiaomei's mouth flowed out of the dark voice: "Black impermanence, you are destined to go against me?"

Hand over the smile. ”

Her voice was like snow, and his voice was like ice.

Snow covered with ice flowers, no one let anyone.

"Bai Wuchang!" Yan Xiaomei scolded and asked tightly: "Do you listen to him, or do you listen to me?"

I was about to sneak away, but I was forced to stop by her questioning.

Turning his head, his face was full of begging for mercy: "King, you kill him, I will listen to you." ”

"Two sides and three knives, a complete villain!"

scolded Bai Wuchang, Yan Xiaomei smiled like a winter wind under the warm sun, cold and bright.

The dark voice was dexterous, and he turned to Heijun: "I only have one soul and one soul now, so naturally I can't kill you." ”

As he spoke, his fingers flipped and an ice spike condensed out of thin air.

Looking at the cold moon reflecting through the ice thorns, Yan Xiaomei's eyes flowed: "But I can kill her!"

The ice spikes were sharp, held upside down in his hand, against his neck.

The skin is like clotted fat, and layers of millet have been raised, and Yan Xiaomei is forced to be black and impermanent: "If this needle is pricked, you will never see a living smile again." ”

Do murderers want to kill themselves?

Bai Wuchang gasped and hurriedly advised: "How noble is the identity of the king, why should you die with Yan Xiaomei?"

"You say you are loyal in your mouth, but you are protective of others everywhere in your heart!"

In one sentence, Yan Xiaomei's scheming broke through the impermanence, and Yan Xiaomei was still arrogant: "Yan Xiaomei is just a shelter for me, like a straw mat in a reed house, she is dead, and my life and soul have their own place to settle down." ”

After making it clear, the spirit wrist exerted force, and the ice thorns cut through the tender skin, and the blood was like a bead.

The corners of her mouth smiled, Yan Xiaomei did not pity it, and sneered lightly: "Die with me?"

After training Bai Impermanence, Mingbo turned to Heijun, the beauty was arrogant, and said coldly: "You have lost this battle, do you admit it?"

Defeated, yes.

And it was defeated before the battle, and the defeat was complete.

If Heijun didn't care about Yan Xiaomei's life, he would naturally win or lose.

However, Yan Xiaomei has clearly taken the death hole.

The wind is fierce, and the beauty is in a white dress.

The blood is sore and painful.

Like patches of red plums falling on the snow.

The ice thorns slowly seep into the skin, and in just an inch, they will take away the life of red makeup.

Yan Xiaomei was laughing, laughing at the hypocrisy of the world, laughing at Heijun's ruthlessness.

Gently closing her eyes, her star-bright eyes were gone.

"I throw in the towel. ”

Gently admit defeat, and the snow is falling.

The starry eyes reappeared, and the ice spikes melted.

The laughter is tactful, like a river.

Yan Xiaomei laughed again, laughing at the weakness of the young man, and laughing at the love of the black monarch.

There was blood on her neck, like her victories.

Looking at the stars unruly, a sneer scolded between his red lips: "Those who admit defeat are not qualified to stand here." ”

The black shadow flashed, and the black impermanence turned and left.

Leaving the wind and snow shaky, full of gloomy vastness.

Looking at the direction of Heijun's departure, Bai Wuchang secretly sighed.

Whoever is good will be defeated, is this an immutable truth?

Ren Heijun has the ability, but he is not capable of turning the tide.

The matter is a foregone conclusion, Bai Impermanence can only accept his fate, take two steps forward, and then show his loyalty: "The wisdom of the king, for thousands of years, how can Black Impermanence win by fighting?"

"You don't have to go around the bend to hurt me. Yan Xiaomei was not flattered by him, and could always reveal the mystery in his words: "I can only play clever to cure him now, and when my soul is reunited, I will see the ability of Yan Demon." ”

"When it comes to finding souls, the ghost ministers should do their best. ”

He gave a deep salute, and then said something difficult: "It's just that this person of destiny ......"

"Go back to the underworld and find Meng Nu. The little sister squinted and looked coldly: "She will arrange your own place." ”

Meng Nu, tricked Heijun into drinking Meng Po soup.

It's Meng Nu again, which makes Yan Xiaomei fall in love with black impermanence.

is still a Meng girl, playing all the tricks and luring the ghost envoy into the northern underworld.

Then Meng Nu has to lift the puppet line in her hand again.

And Bai Wuchang can only be the wooden man at the mercy of others.

The advantage is in the hands of others, and you can only be led by the nose.

After recognizing this errand, Bai Wuchang lowered his eyebrows and persuaded the little sister again: "After the ghost minister left this place, only the king and Hei Wuchang were alone, and the ghost minister was really worried about the king's safety. It's better that the king also sends the black impermanence out of the snowy mountain, I have many helpers, and the king can enjoy the northern underworld alone. ”

Although he performed a submissive performance, the little sister always had insight into people's hearts: "You don't have to play a mystery with me, it's just to save the black impermanence from the North Hell." ”

"How dare the ghost minister fight for wisdom with the king?" first please the little sister, and then explain the meaning of the words: "Black impermanence stays here, and there is no harm but no benefit." ”

"I just wanted him to stay with me. The little sister turned her head away and smiled softly.

Look at the snow fluttering, look at the moon and stardust: "I want him to fall in love with Yan Xiaomei completely." ”

Gently wiping away the blood in front of her neck and freezing the wound with mist and frost, Yan Xiaomei reappeared with a charming smile.

"The more he loves, the worse he loses. ”

Yan Xiaomei is not only clever, but also wise.

His soul is full of souls, and his sister Enma is born for the second time, perhaps, when the Three Realms are reversed.

Bai Wuchang knew in his heart that if he was verbose with such a wise woman, he would only ask for his own hardships.

"Ask the king for advice, how to leave the North Underworld?"

When the question fell, the white sleeves were windy.

Yan Xiaomei pushed Bai Wuchang's forehead with a palm.

The wind swept through the blizzard, and the mountains trembled.

The man in the white robe is like a withered leaf, swirling in the wind.

After several turns, the dead leaves turn into snow and the pieces dissipate.

The wind stops and the snow falls, the frost reflects the moon, and only the little sister is independent.

is still wearing a white dress, and she is the only beauty in heaven and earth.

One battle and one victory, the world is quiet.

Back to loneliness, people's hearts are like ice.

When the heart is warm, the ice melts.

Teardrops and glide across the stars.

The slender eyebrows frowned slightly, Qingsi lowered her head, and sighed softly, waiting for him to look back.

He doesn't come when he waits on the left, and he doesn't come on the right.

The delicate lips bit lightly, broke the ice branches, and stomped their feet in a hurry.

When twisting in all kinds of ways, is she Yan Xiaomei, or Yan Xiaomei?