Yang Zhao was in a very good mood at this time, he hugged the waist of the jumpsuit, and the jumpsuit also gently rubbed Yang Zhao's arm with his cheek, trying to maintain some reserve, but in the end he couldn't help laughing.

But when Yang Zhao's fingertips moved upward, a long groan was sensitively emitted between the lips of the dress, full of true breath, with a body of infinite strength, but it seemed to have no bones, and in a small twist, it seemed to turn into the man behind him, and in the low wheezing sound, at the mercy of others.

The body of the dress trembled slightly, and it was soft against Yang Zhao's body, if it weren't for Yang Zhao's arm still around her neck, I am afraid she would have fallen down Yang Zhao's body.

However, she was happy.

At this moment, Yang Zhao whispered in her ear: "Your cultivation has been restored, so you don't need me to carry you anymore, right?"

When the dress heard this, the temperature on her flushed cheeks seemed to rise a little, and she hesitated a little to say what she thought in her heart—this was a bit of a show-off!

However, Yang Zhao's request made her unable to refuse, and she paused for a moment before nodding.

For a very small period of time, Yang Zhao's breathing paused, and if it weren't for the fact that the whole thing was focused on him, I am afraid that he would have to ignore the past.

Although Yang Zhao quickly returned to normal, it was enough.

At this time, they seemed to have forgotten where they were, and they also forgot the clouds around them.

Yang Zhao's voice also had a taste that she had never had before, and it was still a whisper on her lips, which could make her whole body excited before. And this time, it made her heart shake a layer of warmth.

Yang Zhao was stunned and said, "Look this way!"

Lianyi turned her face obediently, and the next moment, the lips and tongues of the two touched, and Lianyi was so happy that she almost fainted, this is the first time that Yang Zhao has used this way to interpret the relationship between the two since she met Yang Zhao.

She desperately longed for this moment to last forever.

However, the kiss lasted for only half a breath, and the temperature of Yang Zhao's lips suddenly fell sharply. At the same time. He also let go of the arm that had been around her neck.

The dress was stunned, but after seeing the cold glint in the man's eyes, she understood.

It turned out that with the intimate actions of the two, Yun Luan was a little angry. She let out a crisp, soft voice and laughed. At the same time, there was a slight but rhythmic applause: "Do you want to treat me as a dead man?

Listened to this. Yang Zhaohe's face suddenly turned red, and at this moment, Yun Luan suddenly rose.

And when Yang Zhao reacted. Yun Luan was already floating above his head, looking at the dense branches and leaves, all kinds of prohibitions as if they were nothing, looking straight down, taking in the beautiful scenery inside.

No matter how deep Yun Luan's cultivation was, just this astonishing speed and flying technique made Yang Zhao's heart cold.

Moreover, Yun Luan suddenly flew into the void, could it be that she found something?

Calming down a little, Yang Zhao was not in a hurry to ask her, but stood up straight, squinted up coldly, and saw what Yun Luan wanted.

What moved Yang Zhao was that Yun Luan flew in the void, and his first sight was a pair of small embroidered shoes with light blue silk surface, the soles of which seemed to be as clean as never touching the ground, and this was just a glimpse of Yang Zhao's surprise when the aurora storm lifted his skirt.

Soon, the pair of extremely beautiful slender feet were blocked under the aqua blue skirt.

Yang Zhao's eyes turned upward, swept over the few pearls lightly embellished on the skirt, as well as the finely crafted butterfly pattern, and the muscles on his face shrank slightly.

He then saw that Yun Luan's long sleeves woven with blue yarn, the other party's face was blocked behind this gauze sleeve, and under the cover of the aurora, it was faint and indistinguishable.

The muscles in the corners of Yang Zhao's eyes twitched twice, and he asked calmly, "What's wrong!"

He didn't think about what Yun Luan wanted to do now, he had already focused all his attention on the other party, and at this time, after comprehending the aurora prohibition, he was at his peak, and the jumpsuit was also nodding secretly at this time, ready to launch a thunderous attack at any time.

His gaze seemed to penetrate the layers of gauze sleeves, staring at Yun Luan's blurred face, and said with a cold smile: "Miss Yun Luan, do we talk about what you have to do next!"

"What do I want to do?" Yun Luan's unique voice was full of confusion: "Actually, this is also the question I want to ask. ”

Yang Zhao's fierce momentum was immediately suffocated, and at this moment, the other party giggled, but his figure had disappeared.

The next moment, a sharp true breath stabbed from Yang Zhao's side, and at the same time, the other party's special but beautiful voice came from his ears.

It's just that at this time, there is more girlish coquettishness and naughty in the voice.

"Haha, I actually want you to know our agreement!"

Yang Zhao reluctantly avoided this true breath comparable to a sharp sword, and smiled solemnly: "Miss Yunluan has a good memory! The kid is taken care of by Miss Yunluan, and of course he will not forget the agreement between us!"

Between the words, the purple void in his body, with Huang Ting Jindan as the center, circulated and transpired, the more obscure and unpredictable the qualitative nature became, he shot it out with a sword, and the surrounding air was dozens of times hotter!

The power of this sword seems to lead the brilliance of the infinite depths to the world, even if this place is damp all the year round, and the water is abundant, it still can't withstand this sword intent, and the branches and leaves of the sea wood near it immediately withered and cracked, and some even flashed and burned.

The subtle sword light flickered and disappeared, dazzling in the void shrouded in the aurora.

Under the urging of this ubiquitous sword power, the fluctuations in the atmosphere were abnormal, and Yun Luan's next escape method would not be able to get out.

After a light sigh, Yun Luan's figure suddenly appeared and disappeared, this time it was ...... Head!

Yang Zhao was about to change his tactics to deal with it, but his heart moved, and his hand slowed down for half a beat, and at the same time, a sonorous sound was poured into his ear drum.

The green light flashed, and the delicate body of the jumpied dress that seemed to be unbearable to move and soft on the side ejected, and the black thorns on the hands were shot, and when they were about to come out, the meaning of the witch spirit turned around, and the thorns were gathered into a green and restrained light bead, and flew out of the air.

"Witch Spirit Beads?"

Yun Luan's eyes flashed, and he began to marvel.

This witch spirit bead is practiced by the witch spirit clan through the essence of the witch spirit bloodline, and the power of this witch spirit bead is also very impressive.

And Yang Zhao was also amazed, and he was overjoyed, to have such help, it was naturally beneficial to him.

The speed of this witch spirit bead seems to be unsurprising, but it is stuck at the point where Yun Luan spreads her wings and escapes, making sure that she cannot avoid it.

In the face of such a blow, Yun Luan's gauze sleeves were slightly folded, and a slender finger pointed out, and the long sword in his hand was at the core of the witch spirit bead.

Yun Luan's delicate body was shocked, his true breath flowed, holding the black thorn, and drawing small and perfect concentric circles in the void one after another.

The concentric circles became smaller and smaller, and finally condensed into one point, and the body of the jumpsuit was also supported by the full true breath, and then the wings swung and slowly rose.

But at this time, the black thorns couldn't stop trembling.

Yang Zhao couldn't see Yun Luan's expression clearly, but the other party's calm and gentle body movements showed that she still had more than enough, so his eyes flashed fiercely, and he was about to move another wave of attack, but when the purple void was rising and falling, he heard Yun Luan say: "Stop!"

The voice fell, her hand shrank and flicked, and the witch spirit bead was between this shrunk and flick, deflecting the qi and machine connection of the jumper, flying out diagonally, hitting a big tree surrounded by several people, the fire burst out, and the blazing white light waved out unscrupulously.

In this polar sunless environment, this flash of light was almost equivalent to an exploding sun, and by the time the three of them adjusted their gaze, the big tree had already been burned to the point that it could not even be found in ashes.

The prohibition that Yang Zhao had laid around him was also stimulated, and thousands of fine spiritual qi gathered, after this qi machine expanded, it seemed to be a black curtain that was stretched out, and it actually blocked all the violent light and shadow effects, even if it was miles away, it was impossible to see the changes here.

Yang Zhao finally froze his body, not that he really listened to Yun Luan's words, but that while the other party was flying the witch spirit bead, the delicate body of the jumpsuit swayed subtly, and it actually gave birth to a sense of emptiness and nothingness between square inches, almost making Yang Zhao fall into the sea, making him have to stop.

Over there, when the clothes were seriously injured and just recovered, it was obviously very difficult to use a powerful method like the Witch Spirit Bead.

At this time, she was standing beside Yang Zhao, sweat dripping from her forehead, but she was calm, just unconscious.

This is not a deliberate reaction, but a calm and focused response.

Yang Zhao now, compared to the girl he had been carrying on his back, he seemed to appreciate this female monk who was holding a black thorn against the enemy.

This may be the biggest difference between her and before her restoration.

was frustrated by Yun Luan, and because he was distracted by his clothes, Yang Zhao felt that it was difficult for him to raise his momentum again.

After all, the difference in cultivation was too great, so he took a deep breath and said downhill, "What does Miss Yunluan have to say?"

"It's nothing, I just want to apologize!"

In the understatement, Yun Luan just let go of the gauze sleeves that had been covering her face.

Yang Zhao's pupils dilated slightly, and to be honest, he was quite surprised.

After the restoration of the clouds, the clean and fair face, the clear and beautiful air came to the face, perhaps the outline was a little strong, diluting the youthfulness of the girl's appearance, but the eyebrows were crooked, and it was gentle and warm.

It's just that her lips that are always smiling are smeared with a faint layer of ice blue lip gloss, which clashes with her slightly masculine silhouette, showing strength in gentleness, and rebellion in peace, which is unforgettable at first sight.

She may be the most fickle one in Yang Zhao's memory, at least on the surface, she smiled and nodded: "What I said first, it was me who was wrong!"

Perhaps because the ice blue lip gloss was too conspicuous, Yang Zhao was a little unable to react for a while. And after that wanton smile, I saw her slowly closing the slightly messy gauze sleeves, showing a relaxed and relaxed posture, and the taste that came out between her lips was also this taste.

"But I just want to see how powerful a man like you is!" (To be continued......)