Fairy, Please Take Care of Yourself

The last chapter went in, it will come out, Mo Ji.

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Having said all this, Qin Yi calmed down instead.

Wuxian was right, it now seems that he didn't know what he wanted.

Since she didn't want her to be paired with other beautiful teenagers, then she was tangled with this tangled one again, what was the last thing to do? Make people alone?

Are people saying no?

From a practical political point of view, Wuxian is indeed impossible to be alone forever. For so many years, the courtiers have been fighting for this matter, and everyone is really not for personal gain, it is really for the sake of the country.

You can't blame everyone for not believing in the life of the immortal ... This time the illness has proved that even if you practice successfully, there is still the possibility of being killed. And the more the cultivator, the more weird and strange situations you may encounter. Everyone has no confidence at all, and is as guilty as a rootless duckweed.

Wuxian is 20 years old, really dragging on like this? Someone said just hit the board? Like it?

Time flies. For the cultivator, ten years and twenty years have passed. If this time I still shrink my head to be an ostrich and leave directly. I do n’t know if I will see you again in a few years. At that time, Wuxian is thirty or forty, can it be dragged on?

Either I really want to find a king husband, or ...

Qin Yi squeezed the palm of his hand tightly, feeling the sweat in his palm.

Li Wuxian didn't urge him, so he looked at him quietly, not in the admiration and tenderness that Qin Yi used to see. For the first time, he showed serious solitude in front of Master. Jiao Qiao is an emperor saying, I'm waiting for an answer.

Seems to have looked at each other for a long time, but it was just a few breaths. Qin Yi took a deep breath, suddenly bowed her head, and kissed her on the lips.

Li Wuxian blinked twice with her eyes open, and the solitary color slowly turned into water, and then closed slowly. The slightly stiff body leaning against the tree also slowly softened, no more strength.

No words are needed, Master's meaning is clear.

At least it's stamped.

If the emperor adds the seal, it will be difficult to chase the horse, and it will not be recovered if the world is boiling.

A spiritual compass can be broken forever.

This kiss is also different from the dream.

There are hot and humid temperatures, his breath, and a soft touch. I also have a reflection on myself, as if I have lost all my strength. His arms are more powerful, generous and warm, and strong, just like the feeling of spreading wings and sheltering from rain and wind for so many years, and it has become a material manifestation here.

He held the kiss high, like an overwhelming conquest.

In fact, Li Wuxian also had a feeling of anger and resentment in her heart, just like she wanted to push away Master ’s subconsciousness in a previous dream, but she was pushed back by her.

Probably it was right before because it was unwilling to be so conquered by any man, even if it just looked like that. It's okay to say it's a scared man.

Only Master can. Only Master has this qualification.

This is Master, what's so angry ... Really, didn't you do it by yourself? After finally accepting it, what kind of feeling is it?

Li Wuxian suppressed the strange emotions and devoted himself completely to the kiss with Master. This silent night of the palace became tender, and even the voice of the **** and the maid in the distance no longer disturbed, but became A better catalyst for the atmosphere between the two.

So extravagant.

As the two got better, a blast of earth-shattering explosions suddenly heard in the distance from the outskirts of the city.

Shocked by the drunken night.

The two separated at the same time and looked at the distant guns.

"Qing Jun!"

"Aunt!"

Both eyes flashed ashamed, but they had no time to say much. Qin Yi immediately said, "Go back to the palace first, and look for the little ghost and An An. Don't leave them half a step. I will support your aunt.

Immediately after the remarks, Li Wuxian had discovered that he had been moved to the gate of the palace. She was also a little horrified in her mind. Master ’s practice was so high. How did this seem to move in time and space?

Such a master, like a mortal, stepped on his back step by step, walking slowly in the palace at night, the feeling ...

She turned her head and saw the little ghost looking up at the sky. The ceiling seemed to be unable to hinder its recognition.

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About the same time that Li Wuxian's dreamland was broken, Li Qingjun and Yu Chang sought after each night and searched every place the **** had visited, and finally locked the biggest doubt.

The altars built by the Wuzong ancestors were originally used to share the National Games, so that the process of summoning them would not be a problem. As a result, the altar was destroyed by Xiyue and Li Duanxuan, leading to a backlash of luck.

This altar was later renovated by Li Wuxian, and its connection with the Wuzong sect was cut off, and it became an ancestor altar, which can be regarded as a scene of Jingshi.

Various investigations by the Ministry of Internal Affairs showed that the **** had been here alone.

A palace **** cleaned up, what's the matter to come to the royal ancestor altar?

"Here is the breath of praying for gods." Yu Chang, who often prays to ancestors and phoenixes in the clan, is very sensitive to this breath. "Prior husbands have also experienced God ’s thoughts and said that there are fluctuations in the arts , But everyone didn't care, after all, it is an altar for ancestor worship, and it is normal to have this kind of breath. "

The ancestor's prayer-like magical techniques belong to the same line of witchcraft. It's just that some of these things have become traditions and some have been integrated into Taoism. Everyone is commonplace, but they forget that this is essentially witchcraft. At this moment, it is easy to get some associations.

Li Qingjun said: "We do ancestor sacrifice here, and there are Qianlong Taoist priests to cast spells. This is true. But this is the ceremony of the big ritual held in the early spring every year. Now it has passed for several months ... The residual law fluctuations should have disappeared long ago, wouldn't they be perceived by Qin Yi?

The two looked at each other and thought of the reason.

Someone must have borrowed here to have a similar cover, and hid in it.

Otherwise it is difficult to explain that there is no sign of a long-term practice of witchcraft. The signs are hidden in the fluctuations that everyone is accustomed to, and they do not care.

"Someone will hide at the bottom of the altar!" Li Qingjun stabbed with a silver gun in his hand.

With a bang, the entire altar was overturned.

This is Li Qingjun. If he changed his personal life, he would not dare to overthrow the altar of the great ancestor sacrifice. Li Qingjun didn't bother to care so much. The ancestors were still making turtles in the Penglai Sword Pavilion.

The dust dispersed, and a pothole appeared at the bottom of the overturned altar. It was deep and unpredictable. It seemed to have been operating here for some time.

Li Qingjun was about to go down, and Yu Chang held her: "Don't worry, I can push people up."

Li Qingjun turned her head and glanced at her. Her impression of the feather man was really good, like a taciturn guardian, with good execution. That tall body and temperament resembled her.

I saw Yushang's wings flutter, and the air was rolling around, Li Qingjun felt very clearly that the ground began to have strange coercion, as if the internal air was sucked away, and there was any invisible force from the outside that caused it to close. You can feel the pressure of being crushed into powder when you look at it, and you can't survive at all.

"Oh!" A **** color rushed up from the bottom of the pit ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Sure enough, someone was forced out!

Li Qingjun's silver gun, like electricity, went straight to the blood.

With a muffled sound, Li Qingjun took a few steps back, his hands were slightly trembling, and the other party was strong!

She was carrying a small piece given by Qin Yi. Is it not slow practice in these years, and now she is a complete martial arts returning to Guiyang, but she has suffered from a collision of strength?

The other party is Qianyuan.

The blood shone, and the other figure appeared in the smoke.

A big Tibetan man with a dwarf face, a lean upper body, a wooden stick in his hand, and a bone chain hanging around his neck.

Typical ancient wizard image.

It is also the mainstream image of many people in Wushenzong. The seal that was killed at the beginning is this image.

The person in front of him was also an acquaintance, and Li Qingjun was even more familiar with him than Feng Feng.

Xihuang ancestor, His Holiness Laoshan.