Feather Zhen looked at Seven Nights face with joy. At this time, Seven Nights in her eyes was not the handsome and handsome man in front of her, but the innocent shota. He was blinking his big black eyes and looking at his feather Zhen’s hands and gently caressing his face. He said softly, "Is it really you?"
Ling Mo Pupil couldn’t look out of the window anymore. He turned and flew out of the deep house and never wanted to look back.
The house demon king slowly turned his head for seven nights and revealed a sneer at his mouth.
Lingmo Pupil silently walks down the street, and the night hangs over the whole earth. Although the street is still full of pedestrians coming and going, what he sees is dark and lonely.
Strolling into a restaurant, the man hurriedly let Ling Mo Pupil into the private room. He ordered a big jar of good wine and simply filled the glass. Think about it carefully. For thousands of years, his drinking department seems to have no more than this jar. Ling Mo Pupil has never drunk much. Even drinking is just a sip, let alone getting drunk.
Looking at the wine in his hand, he smiled and raised his head to gulp it in.
The wine tastes mellow and a little spicy, which seriously stimulates the taste of Shura Shenjun. He finally picked up the jar and poured it into his mouth after cup after cup.
After drinking an altar, I asked for another altar of white wine, which was like wearing intestinal poison. Even the restaurant guys were a little dumbfounded. I’ve never seen such a drink. Is this man made of wine jars?
Looking handsome, it’s concluded that Silver Gong is full of attractive and noble breath. It seems that he has a lot of money. Don’t offend the man. Don’t wait for Ling Mo’s pupil to say hello. Hold a big altar of good daughter red quickly and consciously.
But since water still flows, though we cut it with our swords raised his glass to drown his sorrows.
———–please keep it.
Ling Mo said goodbye to Ghost Jun and planned to return to people.
I haven’t seen Yu Zhen for a long time. I wonder what she is doing.
I don’t know where she is, but she won’t stay in Taishifu these days.
It’s strange that I have a feeling of wanting to see her so much that I don’t feel how urgent it is to get my strength back.
Ling Mo’s eyes are fixed on sensing the direction of the feather’s spiritual force, although it is very weak, but after all, it is strange that the feather’s breath is actually mixed with another kind of familiar and unfamiliar breath.
Beast breath?
Ling Mo’s pupil frowned slightly, and his figure has been swept away in the direction of Feather Qi Lingli.
Suddenly came to the magic prince’s seven-night deep house.
Yes, this is it. You can clearly feel the feather breath here.
Ling Mo pupil slightly angry black figure like a Dapeng through the wall.
In the wing, he saw a feather and a beard dressed in a sky-blue dress, and she hung back like a dark cloud. She leaned over the table and chatted with a round cup, and her eyes were full of light melancholy.
It’s still the same. I still like to spin a cup of Lingmo when I’m chatting. I can’t help but feel a faint smile on my mouth. He just wanted to enter the room from the window and meet Feather. Suddenly, a young man appeared in his field of vision.
The young gay man, like himself, is dressed in black representing the night, and there is a ghostly light shining in the golden yellow demon pupil.
That smell? Yes, it’s when the panther smells all dangerous and cold.
How did they get together again?
Ling Mo’s pupil quickly stopped his steps and secretly locked his psychic force to prevent the slightest psychic force from entering the range of others’ perception.
Fang Panther sat in front of the feather for seven nights smiling and gently said, "Are you much better today?"
Feather Zhen nodded. "The wound is almost intact and it doesn’t hurt at all. Thank you for your heart."
Seven nights nodded and said, "Although the arrow is poisonous, it’s fortunate that you have a strong spiritual power that won’t cause you any serious harm. Let me ask you, how can you have such a strong aura as an ordinary human girl?" This kind of spiritual power should not be born to you? "
Feather pastor nodded. "But this spiritual power is not me … It’s just an accident that his spiritual power and energy were transferred to me by Feng Pei. I don’t know what." It’s clear that since then, his fate has been closely linked with the Shura Emperor.
"Oh, so that’s it," the demon king said thoughtfully for seven nights. "It turns out that Feng Pei can absorb spiritual power and it is true."