Chapter 1816 Smell (20180506065111221, plus one more)

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Outside the   dong, Changting had already withdrawn his hand in the evening, and appeared high above the platform with everyone.

  Because at the last moment, they could no longer withstand the pressure of the soul released by Zhou Xuanqing.

   is too strong and terrible.

  "It's been thousands of years. It's the first time I saw him release his soul."

   "Save a Fang Yourong, such a big battle?"

  "Is it because of the robbery?"

   "By the way, it was the little cabbage that crossed the robbery?"

   said it was Xiaobaicai, but the expressions of everyone present were strange.

  Because they all saw the Thunder Tribulation with their own eyes—Hundred Dao!

  What does this mean, a group of old gingers can't be ignorant, so, pakchoi is pakchoi, but it is also a peerless treasure.

  "We are truly a treasured land of geomantic omen without faults. Whether it is a thousand years or a hundred years, we have never failed to accept it."

  The dignified woman couldn't help but smile, her eyes drifted past the long pavilion night, and then swept through the cave.

   "One here, two inside, I heard there is another one outside."

   "Four, enough."

   "Guarantee will be passed on for three thousand years in the future."

  These big bosses and old gods are talking, and in their words, they don’t seem to resent the Wushu Sect who has held them for countless years, but they have a terrible sense of identity.

  Well, this is the strong "maternal love and father love" of a group of old perverts to a group of small perverts.

  Changting night watched with cold eyes, only raised his eyebrows slightly, and turned his face away.

  In the past, I only felt that the outside must be boring, but now I also feel it. . . Not necessarily.

"Almost over."

  The taciturn middle-aged man in red robe suddenly spoke.

  Everyone was silent, because there was movement inside.

   breath, there is a soul breath.

  It’s not from that little cabbage.

   "Fang Yourong?"

  Changting night is secretive, the most sensitive, she realized that if the soul breath is Fang Yourong, I am afraid it will no longer be the Fang Yourong it used to be.

  At least the texture of the soul is different.

   "Mutated?" Chang Ting turned the Buddhist beads on his wrist late, thoughtfully.

  But she also failed to capture this soul breath for analysis, because the wind moved.

  Heaven and earth descended Huaguang, Huaguang was very high, and the light covered mountains and forests, it came, and the vastness reached into the cave.

  A beam of light, surging and vast, and omnipresent.

   Crossing the catastrophe was completed.

   Regardless of cultivation base or soul.

   Fenghua has become.

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  When Fang Yourong woke up, the light had not yet dissipated, and it was originally white with a golden light.

  This is the radiance of heaven and earth, and it is the brightest and flawless brilliance in the world.

  She opened her eyes and saw it. . . . A fat face.

a cat.

  The plump cat, leaning on the edge of the coffin, looked at her with nice eyeballs, she could even see herself through the pupils.

  Pale, weak, but already in the world.

  She remained silent for a while, as if she had no surprise or joy of resurrection, nor was she at a loss or bewildered, only calm.

   "Where is Qingqiu?"

   "Ah, Qiu Qiu is still in the stove."

   "The stove?"

Jiaojiao scratched her head with the cat’s tail, crawled over the edge, and fell into the coffin. When she was about to fall on Fang Yourong’s lap, she was holding her neck with one hand. She hesitated, thinking about this fatness. Fang Yourong still carried him in his arms for the way a certain owner of the cat petted him on weekdays, dry, not gentle, and unintentionally rubbing him to tease him.

  But Jiaojiao is not angry at all, why?

  Ah, my elder sister came back from the resurrection, and she is still as superb and beautiful as ever, no, not as always.

   is pale and weak, obviously Senior Sister Fang’s posture is much more arrogant than her own Yuyubichi.

  Like a famous sword of autumn water, it is sharp and clear even if the front is hidden, and there is also a kind of calmness and calmness to walk alone in the rain.

  Sit up after waking up, lie down against the coffin wall, a soft green silk wrapped around the shoulders and waist, and quietly thinking is enough to make people fascinated.

  However, Jiaojiao also noticed a slight change in Fang Yourong. It was a change in her soul, and this change would only affect everything about her over time.

   Fang has a tolerant temperament, and he doesn't like to talk more. He raised his eyes quietly to see that there is a big pill furnace in front of him.

  She was silent for a moment, as if she had figured out something, she faintly stretched out a breath, got up, came out of the ice coffin, and looked at Zhou Xuanqing who was sitting in a chair drinking tea on the other side.

  Just one look, she put down Jiaojiao, and raised her hand to make a gesture.

  "The junior Fang Yourong, thank you senior for your life-saving grace."

   Zhou Xuanqing sat in the light, again wearing white clothes and black hair, just like before.

  Lenggui Leng, Xianjia style MAX.

   "I have been distracted for a long time, it has nothing to do with me."

   "If you want to, thank you for the little cabbage in it."

  Pakchoi?

  It’s strange. Although he didn’t think Qingqiu was a cabbage in his heart, Fang Yourong still knew who the other party was.

  She looked at the Great Pill Furnace and felt the terrifying flame inside.

  Nanming Lihuo?

  She frowned, and looked down at her hand subconsciously. It seemed like the difference between the world and the earth for more than a few hours. Not to mention so many days, but there was an ice coffin. . . The means to bring her soul back to her place is especially superb.

  The most important thing is~~

   "Is it the life she gave me?"

  She didn't ask Zhou Xuanqing, she asked Fat Jiaojiao.

  Jiaojiao already knew that Qin Yu had passed this level, and the master sister was also rescued, she was in a good mood, he, he liked to eat when he was in a good mood, so she held a piece of dried beef and ate it deliciously.

   "Oh? Yeah, that must be my Qiuqiu, who would treat you like her?"

   "Well, there must be some, after all, you look so good-looking."

  Fang Yourong think that the fattening cat is the virtue of that family.

  The way of complimenting people is always the same.

   Straight back and forth, quite not euphemistic, just as straightforward as a bandit who came down from the mountain to fight the house and saw a young woman who would flirt with the young woman.

  She raised her eyebrows indifferently, and looked at Jiaojiao faintly.

Jiaojiao is very nervous, and has long listed Fang Yourong as a big sister. There is no pressure at all, so she chewed on the jerky while muttering, "But there are very few who can act like her."

  He originally intended to protect her shortcomings, and she didn't want her family to pay for her to be unknown, because she died for her own family, and Yuyu knew.

  The reverse is also reasonable.

  But he bothered Baal to say it, and there was no overreaction.

  As light as autumn water.

   is not cute at all.

   Jiaojiao pouted, she wanted to stun the other person, but when she saw that face, he bowed his head.

  Woo, bear it, bear it.

  ——You are not much different from your Qiuqiu.

  ——All look at the face.

Huh? Is this irony? That must be true.

  Jiaojiao was a little angry, and replied: "Then you stun her? You stunned."

  Golden Wall stopped talking.

   Fuck you a hammer.

  The only person I can chat with is you two!

  Fang Yourong's eyes trembled when a cat and a wall were beeping, and there was movement in the Great Pill Furnace.

smell.

  There is a smell.

   came out faintly.

  This smell seems to be. . .

  　 Yesterday and today are combined to give a reward plus one more.

  　　

  　

  (End of this chapter)