"It's going to be bright, and the girl will go if she wants someone." The **** smiled brightly, and the Yao Guangqin disappeared in front of her in an instant when he waved his sleeve.

Di Fu shook his eyes at the white sky and thanked him. "Thank you for reminding me."

Although he said that the ghost slaves retired during the day, as a qualified killer, the necessary preparations are still needed.

Cold light flashed.

She took out the Rakshasa sword as a precaution.

at this time.

I felt a gust of cold wind rushing towards my face, and then the shrine came to my eyes.

"Ah?" Di Fu shook for a moment.

His wrist was caught immediately.

"Raksha?" God froze for a moment, staring as deep as the ancient pond staring at the Raksha sword in her hand for a long time, then fell on her hot eyes, "Are you the Raksha master?"

Di Fuyao got a pain in his wrist when he grabbed it, and he broke away from the restraint awkwardly.

"Are you really the master of Rakshasa?" Shenzhang took a step forward.

Di Fuyao was forced out of Guting, staring angrily at the beautiful white man in front of him, "What's wrong with me, Master Luocha?"

More than one person was shocked.

One is Bai Xiaosheng, the other is the world of war, and now there is another beautiful boy in white.

Isn't Rakshasa master invisible?

"Raksha has already acknowledged the Lord. Is she really back?" Shenzhuang lowered her eyes.

After a moment, he looked up abruptly, staring fieryly at the blood on her face, slowly reaching out his hand ...

Di Fu shook and found that his hands were shaking slightly.

Seems to be holding back, and seems to be expecting something.

In the process of unveiling, he was mixed up.

"Brother, I can't take this mask off casually." Di Fuyao helplessly reminded.

This mask was sold to her by Bai Ze, and she also acknowledged the Lord. Only by her order will the blood disappear.

When she thought that the oracle could not take off the blood, the accident happened suddenly at this moment.

The dazzling white light suddenly flowed freely from the fingertips of the shrine.

The white light gathered, haunting the blood, seemed to be lifting some kind of restraint.

The dazzling light flashed, and Di Fu shook his subconsciously and closed his eyes.

By the time she opened her eyes again, the blood had been taken down by the oracle.

"Well, how could you possibly take down your blood?" She was shocked.

But even more shocking is yet to come.

Obviously the blood surface was fiery red, but after being wrapped by the power released by the god, the blood surface turned into the silver-colored jade.

"This ????" Emperor Fuyao completely threatened.

How did the good blood surface turn into a white jade mask?

"That's because ..." God looked at her with waves, "I am the master of Jade Face."

Di Fu shook his mouth slightly, "What do you take to prove that you are the master of the mask?"

This is obviously the blood that she spent a million dollars bought from Bai Ze, how did he become his master?

"You don't need to worry. Although I am the master of jade noodles, it is a thing of the past. I gave this jade noodles many years ago." God said, returning jade noodles to her.

Emperor Fu looked at the clear white jade-like color on the mask, and felt like crying without tears.

The fiery red mask, Dora, is now in white jade color. This stuff is all over the street, and it is nothing special.

The oracle seemed to see her unwillingness and raised her hands to release the light. Instantly, the jade face became bloody.

"I'm going. How do you control the color of the mask?"

"It's very simple, jade face psychic. What color do you want, it will change with a command."

Emperor Fuyao learned what the **** said and ordered the jade face to become a cool black color.

Instantly, the blood turned into a black mask.

She ordered again, and the black mask turned purple again.

Looking at the joyful Emperor Fuyao, the shrine's eyes were a little hot.

"Brother, if you continue to look at me like this, I will think that you have a disagreement with me." Di Fuya said without holding his head.

The oracle continued to stare at her for a moment, her eyes firmly on the terrible birthmark on her face, her frown lightly, "Who cast such a vicious curse on you?"

Emperor Fu shook his face, "Cursing?"

She knew that the original owner had no elemental power since he was a child, because he was poisoned by people, so he had no spiritual training.

But never thought that the terrible birthmark on his face turned out to be cursed.

"You come with me." Shenxi took her hand without saying a word.

Emperor Fu shook his head anxiously, but when he wanted to break free, he found that he was very strong, not at all like a weak person.

"Brother, I'm going to find someone. Could you please let me go?"

"Rest assured, your people are safe and sound." God shook her hand and said without looking back.

Di Fu shook his words, and the warning sign came out, "How do you know that the person I am looking for is safe and sound? Did you know who I was looking for early in the morning?"

"Shh, don't talk, it's not good to provoke the Lord of the City." God looked back, her long jade fingers stuck on her lips, cold and cold.

Emperor Fu shook his face, flushed, and quickly lifted his finger away, unhappy: "You have to tell me, where do you want to take me?"

"Take you to the curse." God shouted and chuckled, almost enchanted.

Emperor Fu shook a shaking god, only to feel his feet suddenly vacated.

Immediately after that, there was suddenly a powerful big hand on the waist.

The oracle wrapped her arms around her waist and flew with her.

The sky was just dawning, lined with the first rays of morning light, shining brightly, in white robes and black clothes, the two flew up high and headed to the summit.

"Ahem!" Di Fu shook his throat and cleared his throat. "Flying again will not land."

This mountain is covered by the sun, but the ghost hall is already on the top of the mountain. I did not expect that the beautiful man in white will take her to fly upwards.

There is a feeling of flying to the clouds.

"Are you afraid?" The oracle lowered his head and smiled softly at her.

There is so much in this gentle watery smile.

Di Fuyao didn't know why he laughed at himself so much, but she didn't have the word fear in her dictionary.

The flying technique of the gods reached the peak and reached the extreme, holding her in one hand and flying higher and higher.

She looked down and saw a sea of ​​clouds under her feet. The whole person was as beautiful as walking for nine days.

"Brother, what's your name?"

"God." A jade-like voice.

"God ... hmm?"

Emperor Fu shook his body.

This unparalleled little brother turned out to be the **** she was looking for?

The oracle tightened more tightly around her waist, whispering softly: "Be careful."

"Do you know the Eastern Festival?" She asked tentatively.

The oracle nodded, his voice faint, "Know, what's wrong?"

Emperor Fuyao carefully observed his look. When he mentioned knowing, there was not much change in his look, indicating that he really knew the Oriental Festival, and the two were not vengeful.

Thinking of this, she was relieved and took the Yin-Yang mirror out of the portable space.