Pope System of Rebirth

Qin Lang looked at Lich Zhongma with depression. This guy is no different from a human being. Isn't he a lich? No, no, no, I can't continue to discuss this kind of topic with her, otherwise blood will spurt out.

After laughing for a few times, Qin Lang stepped forward and put his hand on Lich Zhongma's shoulder with a familiar look on his face, and said warmly: "It's quite windy and sandy here. Let's go back to the city and have a good chat. Drink and eat meat. Don't we?"

Too drunk!"

Saying that, Qin Lang urged the bronze giant under him to return, but the next movement of Lich Zhongma made Qin Lang's expression extremely exciting. She took out an antique table from somewhere and pressed it tightly.

Then two chairs appeared, and then he naturally let go of Qin Lang's 'ghost hand' and sat on one of the chairs, gesturing for Qin Lang to sit down as well.

Qin Lang felt the touch he had just felt. It seemed that the shoulders of Lich Zhongma were no different from those of Princess Xiangxiang. After three thousand years, this body has been preserved so freshly! Unfortunately, the voice was male, which made people excited.

I can't get up, but I feel completely depressed!

Lich Zhongma Yu waved his arm, and a transparent shield was opened, covering the three people's positions. The fighting from the outside could no longer affect the three of them. Qin Lang turned his head and glanced at the battle between Sisi and Bone Dragon.

Finding that there was no danger for the time being, he relaxed a little and sat on the chair.

The Archmage of the Undead is a bit tragic, being ignored by the Lich.

After seeing Qin Lang sit down, Lich Zhongma smiled and said, "You already know his name, should you tell him yours too?"

Sound of nature!

Qin Lang always thought this was an exaggeration, but now he finally understood. The lich horse in front of him actually made a girlish sound. The sound was like beads falling on a jade plate, or like an oriole leaving the valley and a baby swallow returning to its nest.

More like the singing of orioles and the singing of phoenixes in the forest...

All the words seem pale and feeble at this moment!

Qin Lang could only express his exclamation with the word "Sound of Heaven", and then he raised his eyebrows and said in a hateful voice: "You can actually make a female voice, why do you use a man's voice?" He was inexplicably excited at this moment. This was

Qin Lang lost his temper for the first time.

Lich Zhongma shook his head with a chuckle. The laughter made people's hearts elated, and his soul was intoxicated. He said: "I am not a woman, why should I use a female voice? A man should use a man's voice. Is this right?"

"..." Qin Lang was speechless for a while. He stared blankly at Lich Zhongma for a long time. Finally, he lowered his head unwillingly and took a deep breath.

This guy……

Is it a male? Or a female?

Is it a man?

Is it female?

male?

female?

…

Qin Lang kept thinking in his heart, and then he suddenly woke up, what happened to him, this bullshit lich fell into the trap, it’s none of my business whether he is a man or a woman! I can...

"Haha..." Lich Zhongma couldn't help but cover his mouth and chuckle.

"What are you laughing at? What's so funny?" Qin Lang was furious and shouted loudly.

Lich Zhongma did not answer, but a large wine jar as tall as a man appeared on the table. Following the strange looks in the eyes of Zao Qinlang and the Undead Archmage, Lich Zhongma grabbed the Lich Zhongma with his two crystal-clear little hands.

At the neck of the large wine jar, a white jade wine cup that was only the size of an egg and had a pattern on the outside appeared in front of Qin Lang. Lich Zhongma poured a small half cup into it, and then poured the wine that was as tall as a person.

He raised the altar high, put it to his mouth and started drinking loudly.

At this moment, the lich's arms are glowing with fluorescence, her figure is petite, soft and graceful, with long hair flying all over her head. She raises her neck like a swan's neck, and the wine jar she holds high is bigger than her whole body.

This scene is full of strangeness and stunning beauty, which makes people want to touch and see this world-famous painting in person!…

Qin Lang couldn't help but picture such a scene in his mind.

Night, mountains, forests, clear springs.

Silver shines everywhere, mountains and forests are fragrant, and clear springs are tinkling.

The elf who only existed in dreams came to the moon. She was free and uninhibited and bohemian. She could hold a tall wine jar and drink happily as if there was no one around. She was charming and aloof.

She is like the wind, disappearing without a trace, but making people chase her.

She is like fire, which hurts when touched, but makes moths fly to the flame.

She is like the moon, unattainable, yet infinitely admired.

She is like a cloud, ever-changing and unpredictable, but people expect it to stay.

…

Qin Lang stared blankly for a long time, then turned his head quickly, the throbbing in his heart getting stronger...

Unparalleled elegance!

Is this the style of the legendary figure from three thousand years ago - Love Saint Zhongma? Qin Lang can no longer find any words to describe the charm of Lich Zhongma at this moment.

He looks like a man and a woman, or he has the charm of both sexes!

Qin Lang can imagine that if Lich Zhongma puts on men's clothes, he must be a handsome man with Pan An's appearance. If he wears women's clothes, he will be a world-famous beauty!

For no reason, Qin Lang thought of Queen Ziyue. Ziyue's grace was unforgettable for him, but Ziyue still lacked the enchanting feeling of the Lich's horse!

good!

Suddenly, a name popped up in Qin Lang's mind - Dongfang Invincible!

Yes, this guy is definitely more charming than Dongfang Bubai! Qin Lang roared with certainty in his heart, and looked at the stunned undead archmage with a darkened face. Seeing the old man's appearance, Qin Lang was speechless for a while.

The old man is still very passionate despite his age!

Seeing Qin Lang's strange eyes, the Archmage of the Undead finally came to his senses, his old face turned red and he kept laughing.

"Hey, old man, is this lover's horse a boy or a girl?" Qin Lang asked in a low voice. It seemed that he didn't admit that he cared about the gender of the horse, but at this moment it was revealed that he still cared about it.

!

The Archmage of the Undead had a strange look in his eyes: "Actually, no one knows whether the horse in Love is a boy or a girl. Her gender has always been a mystery!

"According to official historical records: Three thousand years ago, the emperors, princes and princesses of the seven empires at that time, as well as all the sword saints and magic saints in the mainland, as well as the strong men of the elves, dragons, and other races, were among the kings of those kingdoms.

And so on, no matter men, women, old or young... they were all crazy about the 'love horse'. It was an era that no one could imagine!"

After hearing the words of the Undead Archmage, Qin Lang's expression changed and he didn't react for a long time.

The emperors, princes and princesses of the seven empires, as well as all the sword masters and magic saints in the mainland... The sword master is a terrifying existence of the fifth level. There are only three people in the mainland so far, a figure that even the emperor of the empire does not dare to neglect.

Ah, there are also elves, dragons...

These guys are actually crazy about the Lich and the Horse at the same time! What's even more outrageous is that they don't distinguish between men, women, old and young...

Qin Lang's heart was surging and he couldn't remain calm. His eyes were filled with strange colors as he looked at Lich Zhongma who was drinking heavily.

At this time, the Archmage of the Undead sighed again: "What is a legend? A strange character who only appears once in a thousand years and creates a precedent for a hundred generations is a legend!

"There are many geniuses and many monsters, but there are too few legends. Those kind of characters make people look up to but cannot touch..."

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