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In the eyes of a lot of condemnation, the situation of fantasy has changed again.

Lin Lang glanced at her, and just saw "self" swaying past, throwing herself into the cold Jianxiu's chest. With her fingers trembling, she reached into his lapel and walked up the chest. With his face raised, his lips softly flattered the neck and throat knots of men, and the cold winter could not resist this hot spring.

The entanglement of Mei Se and Jian Feng is intense and provocative.

The big men's face was hot again.

When it's over, this is another lively drama.

So they looked at Lin Lang's eyes even more blatantly-to see how many people you blamed!

Lin Lang calm as usual.

Anyway, the illusion is a illusion, and has nothing to do with my half-cent.

Suddenly someone screamed.

This time it was more exciting.

The white-clad Jianxiu's palm stroked "Lin Lang" 's shoulder, like a lover's ears, and gradually touched her neck, then ...

"Click."

Broken throat.

More than that, the seven tips of "Lin Lang" broke at the same time, and the blood spewed out, and Jianxiu's Shengxue Baiyi instantly became red.

From an ardent **** scene to a torturous **** murder.

Really worthy of being a cruel and daunting heavenly father.

The woman still put one hand on his chest, she opened her eyes in disbelief, which reflected the immortal appearance of Qing Langxiu's pure image-who thought that the heart of the immortality was cold, and there was no half mercy! The woman swallowed reluctantly, sliding down softly from him, the blood stains winding all the way, especially shocking.

Jian Xiu looked at the scene with cold eyes. He glanced at the person on the snow and confirmed that she was dead. Before reaching out, Slowly adjusted the clothes that slipped to his arm. He has slender phalanx, and his posture when dressing is particularly beautiful. Compared to the blush of all female repairs, Lin Lang remembers the trembling of Heavenly Dad who unraveled the jade belt around her waist, pure and clumsy, she occasionally touched his The palm of my hand was sweaty.

She walked slightly, and suddenly felt cold on her face.

Heavenly Dad in the mirror "looked" at her with a blank expression.

The other side's brows and tails were stained with bright red, like a grain of cinnabar, which put a clear face to a somewhat inexplicable evil.

Everyone's heart was beating wildly, and they always felt that the white head in the mirror knew they were peeping, so they warned them with their eyes.

They were thinking about how to remedy, the mirror was covered with heavy snow and completely darkened.

Then the Lord returned.

The head in white is still a spotless immortal, and his brows are cold and indifferent, even Lin Lin didn't glance at it.

Everyone is watching the nose and the nose, not planning to blend in.

They can also be seen, talking about the Jinghongxian who has the reputation of the first beauty in the cultivation realm, and put it in front of the Emperor Devil. The beauty level is definitely not enough to watch. This is the first strength of the cultivation realm. The Supreme is not yet counted, and it is the culprit of Jianmen, the flower of Kaolin.

They said it's no wonder that although the human gate, the immortal gate and the demonic gate had been in constant friction, they all made a small fuss, and they clicked until now. Feelings circled a big circle, the problem actually fell in love with men and women.

The word love is really harmful.

Everyone was sighing that there was a new situation in the fourth mirror, and they looked around in a hurry.

Together with the Buddhist priests, they also thought in their minds, that the magical realm of the deity could never be related to the emperor again, right?

Everyone knows that the two disciples are fighting for the orthodoxy of the Demons, and it is strange to have a good face.

A masked nun stood in the camp of Xiaoyao Fatian. Seeing this, he couldn't help but step forward. The man next to her stopped her, and whispered, "He will be fine." Both jealous and helpless, the two are real couples, what qualifications does he have to be jealous?

"Well, it will be fine." Xiu scratched her face embarrassedly, "I'm so excited."

This masked nun is Lin Yanran.

Ever since Lin Lang showed his face with a veil, the realm of the self-cultivation has also been covered with a wicked wind, but all beautiful or fair-looking women will always have a thin veil on their hands. Over time, everyone will be surprised. . Some people murmured that the emperor's face was serious, and Yan Yanshi only showed a pair of eyes, but the female veil's veil was getting thinner and thinner, and her face was clear, so why not wear it.

Lin Yanran didn't pay attention to the eyes of others, she was completely attached to the male god.

From a private point of view, she was reluctant to let Yin Yiyi take the risk alone, but begged for several times that the other party was not relieved, forced, she could only look for the man who had a one-night stand with her, with a red face. Still helping her in the hall, Lin Yanran obviously trusts the mature and beautiful Taishang elder more than others.

Lin Yanran stabilized her emotions. Her male **** can return to the pinnacle of repairing the real world from nothing. The power is obvious to all. She wants to have confidence in him. How can a small fantasy realm trap the famous deity Lord Mazun? She had just finished breathing Yin Shiyi, and then she was watching the plot in the mirror. When she saw another one appear, Lin Yanran couldn't help but raised her eyebrows.

She listened to the elders of Xiaoyao Fatian. This dream fantasy made up the dream that the other party wanted most. The presentation of each scene was the most desired echo in the heart of the other party.

I saw that in the illusion, the young master of the You Clan got mad at the wedding night and had a relationship with the maid of the same Clan. Afterwards, he abandoned the bride waiting in Xifang and set foot on the tracing journey alone. In the process, the two separated and joined together, and the relationship between them was deeply sadistic. Finally, they finally cultivated positive results and became an enviable newlyweds.

Lin Yanran looked incredibly sweet, thinking that the male **** was indeed sullen, the surface was cold, but she was spoiled by her infinitely.

Soon, the ghost emperor in the illusion became married and feasted on guests from all directions to witness the marriage of the prosperous age together.

Lin Yanran blinked reluctantly, and her wedding to the male **** was too hasty, and it was good to have had an eye addiction in the illusion.

The wedding is grand and grand. The only unusual thing is when a couple marries, and a woman in white comes by the time.

Everyone looked numb.

Yes, this woman in white is an acquaintance.

Yes, by coincidence, the parties are still standing beside them, with a casual look on their faces.

Buddhism Patriarch wanted to puff Lin Lang's blood.

This emperor might be the reincarnation of the nine-tailed fox.

In three consecutive supreme illusions, Lin Lang has starred in the three heroines of "Prince Auntie", "Old Master of Love", and "Grabbing Relatives". Everyone is so entertained in watching the movie, but everyone feels terrified. Courage is really big.

Since the woman in white appeared, Yin Shiyi's gaze did not come down from her, and it was cold.

"What are you doing here?" He said coldly. "You are not welcome here."

Lin Yanran slowly put his heart back to the ground.

Today is different.

She thought to herself that the male **** has now seen through the vicious face of the female emperor.

"Lin Lang" opened a folding fan, a little cheek, "I knew I was not welcome here, but it was my former fiance anyway. On your happy day, I would never be able to turn a blind eye to it and listen to it? I'm not as cruel as you. After that, I forgot my fiancee. "

She raised her eyebrows and slanted her eyes at the end of the spring. The young girl, who seemed like a grudge, hated her infatuation and mishandled, "It's such a good brothel."

"heartless?"

He sneered, "I don't have the skill of an emperor. With my eyes open, I not only talk nonsense, but also tell jokes."

"Who told the joke?" She swayed her waist and approached her. In the shocked eyes of the guests, the fan tip gently fiddled with the bridegroom's embroidered placket. Are you interested in studying together? "

"Not interested." He lowered his eyelids.

"That's it." She withdrew her fan and rubbed it in her palms, as if there was still some temperature left above her.

Everyone watched her charming demeanor and opened her eyes uncomfortably.

"Lin Lang" smiled at the groom official and said in his mouth, "It is really a pity, since you are not interested, then find someone else in this seat."

She took a photo of the party baron with her finger tipped and swallowed it.

"I wish the Demon Lord flying together ..."

Drinking water into her throat, she was irritated by the spicy taste and her eyes were low. She coughed a little, and a few strands of transparent liquor overflowed her lips.

Yin Shiyi wrapped her arm around the bride's shoulder and said toughly, "The deity and Yan Ran are going to entertain the guests, you are free." He turned and left, and didn't want to look at her again.

Just stepping forward, a warm feeling came from the fingertips.

He paused and didn't look back.

"Lin Lang" pitifully grabbed one of his fingers, very weak. "Why am I worse than her? Why wouldn't you look at me?"

Does she still know how to write the word "reflection"?

Yin Shiyi turned his head impatiently, "You are still finished--"

Clap.

Tears splashed on the back of his hand.

The crowds outside the mirror looked at Lin Lang strangely.

From the majestic robbing emperor to the soft and innocent little white flower, there is no trace.

It always feels like a hundred times of drills.

"Lin Lang" lowered his head, grievances, pursed his lips, doing the wrong thing. She shook the man's finger and chuckled and said, "Just, because my chest is not as big as her, so don't you like me?"

Yin Shiyi's white jade-like face rose hotly, and everyone even saw the flashing dark black scales.

"I do not have!!!"

The man lost his senses and was so angry that he even forgot to emphasize the alienation of the "respect".

"Lin Lang" hit the snake with the stick, and immediately attached it to his body, squeezing the bride away, and the other party was very angry.

Lin Yanran outside was even more angry.

I saw that the goblin was so shameless, and he was entangled with the man's waist in public, like a glamorous branch born on his flesh, and said softly, "Why don't you like me? Why should you follow her? I'm sad of."

Yin Shiyi's eyes darkened again.

He didn't even care about his wife who left aside, raised his hand to catch the chin of the uninvited guest, and his tone brought a bit of **** edge, "Sad? Will you? Who is the one who betrayed first, don't you know?"

"Lin Lang" was even more aggrieved, her tears drowned, accusing him, "It was you who first fled the marriage!"

He was stiff.

In this dream controlled by himself, this is indeed the case.

"you……"

The person in front of him was tear-stained. He unknowingly swallowed the expelled words and said dumbly, "What do you cry, make people laugh?"

"Then you have made me a joke under the world, can't you still make me cry? Really a bully bully, sooner or later you should be utterly cutthroat." Small prey, want to use the most innocent and pitiful gesture in the world to win the few pity of hunters.

The man with thousands of knives pulled out the veil and handed it to her. Although his face was still indifferent, his attitude was a lot softer. "Wipe."

She choked, but didn't take it.

Why, still disgusting him?

The coldness in Yin Shiyi's eyes deepened again.

"You, you help me wipe ..." She asked Ai Ai.

"what?"

"Lin Lang" grabbed one of his fingers and dragged the man's entire palm up and put it on her cheek.

Under the palm is Wenxiang nephrite, Yin Shiyi couldn't help rubbing up.

The slightly hot dampness, the reddish cheeks, the man's throat rolled, and he lowered his eyes concealingly.

She didn't seem to know his body was hot and burning, and she continued to obsess about people. "Then you ... come back with me. We are practicing every day, and you are all with you.

"……To shut up."

She can't look at the occasion a little bit?

"Lin Lang" immediately made a sad and angry look, and mad at him, "You really think I am small, and I don't say superficial--"

Yin Shiyi simply put people on his shoulders and strode out of the joy hall.

……it is as expected.

The big guys outside tried their best to stabilize their glances.

The two parties were nearby, but neither of them had the courage to prove the truth.

But what matters now is that they can't watch the two Supreme Masters sinking into the illusion so that they can't wake up in a dream? After all, if this is the case, their combat power will be weakened, and it will be even more bottomless to deal with the ancient country. Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, and finally you unanimously turn your attention to the Buddha ancestors, which means that it is also clear-you are always responsible for the things you always do!

Buddhism ancestors practiced self-cultivation on weekdays, and their mood almost reached the point where Gujing was impenetrable. Unexpectedly, after entering the ancient country for a short period of time, the old man was already stimulated to no avail. Very depressed mood to vomit blood.

If I knew it, I wouldn't take out the present mirror. What's the matter?

Master Buddhism silently held the 108th confession in his heart, and said daringly, "My Buddhism disciples have practiced 84,000 methods since childhood, and one of them is called Famed. Visualize everything in any space ... "

When they heard it, they scolded the old bald donkey.

The cryptic meaning of the Buddhist ancestors is that he can give a disciple a method of visualization and send their presence to the illusion of Ji Wu and Yin Shiyi.

The Supreme People are so good at dreaming. If you rush to wake them up, how can they not be killed?

Besides, in case they do n’t have this ability, and they brought the young emperor and the deity out of the illusion, would n’t they become a sinner forever? ! Think about the dynasty behind Emperor Young and Emperor Yantian, and think about the 100,000 demon army behind Mozun, and they have a lump on their backs.

Everyone was uneasy, and no one said anything.

Master Buddhism also knew their thoughts, but looked helplessly at Lin Lang, his old face was reddish, Zhiwu said, "Female donor, you see, you have to be the bell person to solve the bell ..."

Lin Lang, who was watching the drama, was caught off guard.

She froze for a moment, then said, "Yes."

This time it was Lin Lang ’s turn to report her private enmity. She frowned as though she was distressed.

Everyone stared at the master of the sword gate who stood tall, and his cultivation practice was the first person deserved in the holy places.

Yu Wuxue said coldly, "Well," "Get ready."

If the Buddhist ancestors were forgiven, they nodded quickly and asked the disciples behind him to make a pass.

The two young monks walked out and raised their fingers in a false way. Now the mirror zooms in, and a shallow vortex appears in the middle. The handsome monk performed a Buddhist ritual at Lin Lang, opened the monk's clothing and stepped in.

After the pit is over, Dao ’s Lin Lang is very happy to follow.

With her figure hidden in the mirror, Yu Wuxue also looked sideways into another environment.

Lin Lang went to Huang Liang's dream of the young emperor.

She followed behind the white monk without any hassle. Her eyes were glazed tiles and lacquered lacquer doors. After the dense phoenix bamboo, she ushered in an unusually spacious and gorgeous hall, all of which showed the dignity of the emperor With extravagance. Lin Lang entered the dormitory, where sandalwood was used as beams, and pearls were used as lamps. There were still jasper plates and golden foot bottles in the small incense case.

And clothes that are intertwined by men and women.

Lin Lang glanced quietly at the little monk, and saw that his earlobe had a hint of redness, which was particularly beautiful.

"The young emperor is in the pearl curtain."

The little monk stood outside the curtain, his feet were rooted, and he could not walk.

He would rather die than go in.

Who knows what happened inside.

Lin Lang looked funny and couldn't help but sneer. The little monk raised his eyes in surprise, wondering what he thought, and quickly lowered his head, honestly, no longer looking at her.

She stretched out half of her wrist and gently fiddled with the round and clear pearl curtain, and smoke went in like a charm.

On the dragon bed, there is a thin scorpion tent, woven with a piece of pearly silver thread begonia flowers, and the wind outside the window swept the mountain's begonia flowers blooming deeply and shallowly, like a soft Wushan cloud dream.

Lin Lang vaguely saw a begonia just "open" on the woman's snow-white back, especially lively and fragrant.

She moved her fingertips and slowly opened the dagger.

The man is embracing the woman fast asleep.

Lin Lang took a corner of his mouth and reached out to pinch his nose.

The other party was sober.

"Who?!"

He was frightened and strangled her wrist.

When he saw the people in front of him, his expression was slightly stunned.

"Is it fun?" She asked him.

Ji Wu lowered his head stiffly, looked at the sleeping man in his arms, and then looked at Lin Lang's eyebrows that were true to undeniable arguing, his hands tightened tightly, almost a questioning tone, "How did you come in?"

It turned out that he knew it was just a dream that shattered with a touch.

Lin Lang still remembered the noise that this guy made to her, and the tone was more indifferent than him. "You think you are like this, are you willing to waste time in this false illusion?"

"false?"

He seemed to hear something bizarre, but he laughed, and he laughed once.

The man's unsteady chest awakened "Lin Lang" in the illusion. She opened her eyes, and who knew to see Lin Lang, froze on the spot.

The illusion of the ancient country is true and false. Lin Lang had to "sick the killer" in the illusion of Jun Wan, only to find that the dead was a ray of fragrant soul. She guessed that this "Lin Lang" should also be the lonely soul in the ancient country, because she absorbed the spirit of the Yuan Emperor's Yuanshen and transformed into a human form, and based on Ji Wu's memory, consciously imitated Lin Lang's behavior.

When they arrive in front of the Lord, the counterfeit goods will always be a little guilty, especially Lin Yuan's Yuan Shen Xiu can directly crush her to fly ashes. "Lin Lang" seemed to be frightened, his head shrunk toward the young emperor's chest, struggling to die, "Wu, who is she? Why does she look like me?"

Ji Wu finished laughing, watching Lin Lang with cold eyes, and big palm gently touching his wife's shoulder. "It's just a ghost, you can rest assured that she will disappear soon."

It seems that this guy made up his mind not to leave.

Lin Lang said indifferently, "I'm afraid that you have ghosts in your heart before you think the fake is true. Do you really not go back with me? Don't forget, you are not alone, you still have your people, your dynasty , And your father. If you really fell here, have you ever thought about how they can get along? "

Ji Wu seemed to see something in her eyes, and smiled for a while.

"Here, I also have my people, my dynasty, my father ..." He embraced the woman's waist provocatively, "There is also a wife who is dead to me."

The woman was very gentle on his chest, and her cheeks were peachy.

"Wu, you don't want to go." The woman was sentimental. "I like you more and love you more than she. I will never betray you."

She was really reluctant to make this wishful prince. Although the Emperor Taiping hated all the monks in the world and let them kill them after being seduced by the illusion, she was too lonely for so long, such a young and passionate young man with a sword-eyed star and a passion for her, how could she let go ? And this person is infatuated, compared to Xue Ji who died in Jian Xiu's hands, she was really lucky to meet such a man.

"Have you heard?" Ji Wuchong raised her chin, "I am not you--"

A kiss fell.

The pair of old lovers who turned their heads into hatred ten years ago kissed with a woman in the middle.

Even if this is just an indirect kiss, there is still a heart palpitation across a veil.

"I heard." She said.

Cunningly, she did not get up immediately after the kiss, but continued to bend over and speak with his lips against him. He felt the warmth of the veil overflowing through the lip slits, the hair hanging around his neck, and the seemingly scent of her body.

"Is her lips softer than me? Is her kiss sweeter than me? Does she know where you like me the most?"

In her soft, honey-like tone, there seemed to be countless small hooks torn apart his determination.

"If not, would it make sense to stay here?"

The woman's complexion changed, and she pushed away rudely.

Lin Lang wasn't irritated either. He slowly stood up straight and pulled his hair away.

"Wu, you are awake, she is enticing you!" The woman hurriedly poured Linlang dirty water.

Ji Wu was confused by this kiss, but still stabilized, "I know, don't worry about it ..."

What else did the woman want to persuade, Lin Lang suddenly said, "Do you want to see butterflies?"

Ji Wu saw her eyes filled with magnificent light and shadow, swaying.

He was afraid that he would be led by his nose again, and immediately raised his face, pretending to be indifferent, "What's so beautiful about butterflies."

There was a sultry laugh in his ears.

"Don't you know, I also have a pair of butterflies on my back."

Lin Lang sacrificed the ultimate lore.

"Don't you want to see it, do they flutter under your palm?"

She smiled meaningfully.

... the lying trough.

Everyone outside the mirror was dumbfounded.

Can butterflies still play like this? ? ?

Although the gangsters roared like dogs in their hearts, they still maintained the spirit of a holy land guru who was as immobile as a rock in all directions.

After all, they are just bystanders in the end.

After all, it is the Empress's "group of old love" that has the most say.

Yes, at this time the two "old love" parties are standing in front of the mirror.

Yes, they looked calmly and watched the whole process of the empress empress.

It was mainly because the sword repair was too sturdy. After Yu Wuxue entered the illusion, he said nothing, directly strangled "Lang Lang" as usual, and Yin Shiyi reportedly killed the wife's revenge. To the reality, until I saw the familiar people, a little sober, and apologized to Yu Wuxue.

So the two "old loves" just caught up with Lin Lang to kiss another "old love" plot across the veil.

as well as……

Without a word, after listening to Lin Lang deliberately seduce the "Palm Butterfly Dance".

Who else would she want to flutter under?