The sound of flute and lute is organically combined, wandering in the whole array.

Shen Jiuli was the first time to see her in such a costume, and her heart moved slightly, but this time was the time to suppress Zisha with all her strength, and she couldn't be distracted. No matter how many doubts in his heart, she could only temporarily suppress it.

Ning Xuemo walked into the large array, facing Shen Jiuli through the black hole that was still spitting Zisha.

She didn't look at him, but focused on playing the lute, as if this was the last song in her life, every syllable and every gesture was so perfect.

Shen Jiuli closed his eyes slightly and did not look at her, only blowing the flute more urgently and melodiously. At the place where the divine power was poured in, a golden charm swirled out of his flute and hovered in the air.

Ning Xuemo's lips were slightly hooked, her hands were filled with magic, and a red spell was sent out of her lute, which also rose into the air.

Golden charms and red charms converged in the air, and after a turn, they combined together and plunged into the black hole.

In this way, the couple played together for half an hour, and the vibration of the ground became smaller and smaller. It seemed that Zisha was really suppressed by the ensemble of the two.

Shen Jiuli's expression was uneasy. He raised his eyes and looked at Ning Xuemo, where there was a light wave flickering in his eyes.

Ning Xuemo also finally raised his head, his eyes fell on his face, and his eyes were quiet and ruthless.

God Jiuli has seen all kinds of her, coquettish, crying, naughty, affectionate, deceiving, smiling ...

Each of them was so flexible and lively, like a fire that broke into his life without wave. Let his gaze spin around her unconsciously, and when he himself noticed, he had already fallen into mud and couldn't pull it out.

He had seen her so many faces, but he had never seen anything like her now.

Obviously, the five senses are still the same, but the temperament is very different from what she used to be. Her body seems to have a layer of light, a layer of golden red light.

Pure magic is usually covered with black or red light.

And the fairy **** shrouded in white or golden light.

Like God Jiuli, once he opened his aura, he would be surrounded by white light.

As for the golden light, it is generally the light that the Buddha has.

And Ning Xuemo, she was actually surrounded by two-color light, like a demon and a Buddha, with red light inside, but inlaid with gold ...

In this way, she stood opposite him, and could not see any emotion in her eyes.

In this way, she made God Jiuli panic for no reason, as if this person was about to go ...

"Xue Mo, this time the seal is over, let's talk about it!" Because the Zisha under the ground had already shown signs of weakening, Shen Jiuli was finally able to say a word or two.

What he and she may lack is a communication, and she feels a little strange to him.

Ning Xuemo lowered her eyes slightly, covering the turbulent mood at the bottom of her eyes, and her little mouth tickled slightly: "I think ... I should say everything I should say, and there is nothing to talk about between us."

This sentence is actually very sultry and very sharp, especially her light tone is more maddening.

God Jiuli did not frantic, he looked at her quietly, his eyes deeply: "You have something to hide from me!"

Ning Xuemo sighed softly: "God, why are you tangled up? I ... after all, it wasn't Xiao Xuemo at the time. My personality is very different from her. I am the soul after fifty thousand years, and you, maybe It will still be you after ten thousand years.