Predecessors all over the world

When Liansheng saw her again, he felt yesterday. Yin Miaomiao felt like a different life: "Liansheng."

"It's you at last." He smiled slightly, hugged her waist as if she had gone over, and sighed softly, "Why did you make yourself so embarrassed?"

Yin Miaomiao laughed: "I'm about to become a baby, how can I say something embarrassed?"

"You know what I said." His eyes fell, and the lotus in her hand stopped. "You awaken me with blood in your heart. Is there anything wrong?"

The blood in the monk's heart was full of energy, and it was damaged by the loss. Yin Miaomiao was willing to awaken him at all costs, and something extremely serious must have happened.

Now is not the time to reminisce about the past, Yin Miaomiao got to the point: "I have a magic weapon in my hand, called Mirror Flower and Water Moon, which can condense a □□ that is exactly the same as me. But it requires distraction to drive me. I have something else to do, and I am afraid I can't do it.

One mind and two uses.”

Liansheng was so exquisite, and instantly understood what she meant: "You want me to go for you."

"yes."

The natal magic weapon is connected to the master's will. Although the spirit of the weapon drives other magic weapons is not as good as her own, she can also try it out. Besides, her spiritual thoughts will still remain in the magic weapon, but it just doesn't require any effort at all times.

Liansheng responded: "Okay."

Yin Miaomiao took out the Mirror Flower Card he got in the illusion. Xiao Qin might have guessed something, and at the end he told her how to use it. It was precisely because of this unexpected treasure that she made up her mind and took action immediately.

When spiritual power was injected into the card, the jade card turned into a pool of clear water. The flowing water gurgled, and a thin and slender figure emerged from the water. It was not fat at all, nor at all thin, which was exactly the same as her.

Then she had the same facial features, with delicate and realistic hair, clear eyelashes, neat and round nails, and everything was no different from her.

Liansheng smiled and said, "Even I can't tell the truth or false."

Yin Miaomiao was very satisfied and raised her hand and pressed it on the forehead of the water. The next moment, the replica of this cultivation version opened her eyes and smiled at her, even the curve of the corners of her lips was what she usually looked like.

"She" was like a living person, consciously putting on the dress placed beside him. Yin Miaomiao pulled out the hairpin from her head and inserted it into "her"'s hair as it was.

Then he said to Liansheng: "Go."

Liansheng walked forward and disappeared into "her" body. Now, "her"'s temperament changed subtly, and it was still the same face, but there was a bit of charm between her eyebrows.

When Yin Miaomiao pondered for a while, he took out the wine he had hidden in advance and sprinkled some on the side of "her"'s neck. In this way, "her" looked like he was drunk and inadvertently showed a bit of confusing charm.

Liansheng looked in the mirror and frowned and said, "Although the appearance is the same, it is hard to guarantee that anyone will see the clues."

"It's okay. If someone wants to discuss, you will think of a different way. I will have my own concern when I look back." Yin Miaomiao knew Lian Sheng's agility very well and was not worried. "If you really can't do it, just pretend to be drunk."

He raised his eyebrows: "Who are you drunk on?"

Yin Miaomiao blinked: "Youyou Baichuan. He and I have a little unclear rumors, so it doesn't matter if there is one more."

"He doesn't like you." Liansheng said, "Isn't it good to choose your junior brother?"

Yin Miaomiao couldn't help laughing: "Nothing can be hidden from your eyes. But listen to me. If you need help, just look for You Baichuan. Do you recognize him?"

"That taciturn man." Lian Sheng smiled charmingly, "I'll trick him into bed for you, okay?"

"Does he want to cooperate with you?" Yin Miaomiao covered her face mask and became the most common attendant in Wanshui Pavilion. "You go and act carefully."

Liansheng did not ask her what she wanted to do. The spirit of the instrument was in harmony with the master. He understood everything: "Okay, be careful too."

Yin Miaomiao smiled, and his figure and breath disappeared without a trace.

Liansheng calmed down and closed his eyes to imagine her appearance. When he opened his eyes, the only charm left disappeared, and replaced by the calm and gentleness that Yin Miaomiao used.

He returned to the banquet instead of Yin Miaomiao and calmly answered everyone's concerning inquiries.

No one discovered that he was not Yin Miaomiao.

He knew her very well. He served on the side for many years. He knew that she would slightly turn her cheek when she spoke, and her eyes stopped on the lower half of the other person's face. He also knew that she had always tasted and swallowed slowly when drinking.

All the details are flawless.

It was not until he picked up a fresh orange that a reminder came from his ear: "Senior sister won't eat this."

Liansheng's hand paused slightly, and looked at Ye Zhou from afar - calling his senior sister, but observing so carefully, who else would be besides him?

"You are not your senior sister." He continued to send a message, "Who are you? Where have you been?"

Liansheng couldn't transmit messages, so he just smiled and pretended to be drunk.

Ye Zhou seemed to understand.

Xiao Lihua became more and more frustrated as she sat at the banquet, and her head hurt so much, and the blue veins in her temples jumped. When she saw Yin Miaomiao leave, she followed without thinking.

But there were formations in the garden, which was originally intended to add some fun to the garden, but at this time it hindered her pace. Xiao Lihua not only lost her and she was lost.

"I dare to bully me even a broken garden." She sneered, pulled out a long whip, smashed all the eyes of the array in the garden, and there were many red flowers falling.

In the rockery in the distance, Qiao Ping noticed the movement and poked his head out and looked at it: "It's her again."

Ting Lan frowned and said, "What is she doing?"

"You are not happy, just let go." Qiao Ping held her hand and hid it in the heart of the rockery. "Let her go, it's better to smash the garden than kill people."

Ting Lan did not break free from him, but only sighed: "You Guiyuan Sect have such a person, which is also considered..." She shook her head and did not continue to say anything. There were many monks in Nanzhou who relied on their family background to do evil, but they were just a matter of being so arrogant.

A Nascent Soul.

The disciples of the Nascent Soul say that there are not many more or less, and at least they have some concerns. They are not like Xiao Lihua, but there are only a few who have transformed into gods in the world. Some have disappeared for many years, and there are no immediate relatives.

Unscrupulous, you will cause trouble.

Qiao Ping also understood this principle, but he didn't want to say something disappointing at this time. He held her tenderness and said, "Let's go there for a walk later."

The illusion was exhausted, and Ting Lan was too lazy to worry anymore. She nodded slightly and let him lead him into it.

A quarter of an hour later, the whole garden was covered in disarray.

Xiao Lihua was angry, and the anger that was depressed in her heart finally dissipated. She didn't want to go back to the banquet to find trouble, so she simply turned around and went back.

The living courtyard arranged by Wanshui Pavilion for her is the best scenic spot on Guanjing Island, and you can see the sea and flowers. Especially when the sun rises in the morning, the sun jumps out of the horizon, the scenery is infinite.

But Xiao Lihua had no leisure to enjoy the scenery today, just wanted to take a shower and take a rest, and then find a way to kill the woman who made her feel depressed.

The hot water quickly filled the wooden barrel.

Xiao Lihua untied her clothes and stepped into the bathtub. However, the magic weapon for saving lives given by her great-grandfather was not taken off and she still wore it on her neck.

The warm water sank across the shoulders, and the stiff muscles slowly relaxed.

She suppressed her murderous intent and thought about when to start - today's banquet would definitely not work. The woman captured a lot of people's hearts. If she took action together to stop her, she would probably give her a chance to escape. And You Yan looked at it and said,

But she instinctively felt that this man was not simple, so it would be better to avoid him.

Otherwise, on the way back, it would be very convenient to do anything in the vast sea. She would not believe that Wanshui Pavilion would dare to grow up brightly and help Chongxiao Sect.

As for You Baichuan? Humph, it's not enough to worry about it. You Yan probably wished something happened to him. But it was a bit troublesome, so ask Mo Yao to entangle him.

This young follower is Zhao Yuanshan's apprentice. If he dies at You Baichuan's hands... it's so interesting. Xiao Lihua thought, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

She soaked for a quarter of an hour and felt that her physical strength and mental recovery were restored. The bath sachet prepared by Wanshui Pavilion for guests contained a large amount of herbs with abundant spiritual energy. Soaking in hot water would have a therapeutic effect.

Xiao Lihua got up, changed into bed clothes, and prepared to take a nap.

However, as soon as she leaned on the pillow, she fell asleep.

Meiji's figure appeared indoors, like smoke: "Little girl, don't worry about my cruelty and not helping you. It's really easier for her to kill you than you. But, you don't have to be sad, wait for you to die,

Your God-Transformed Grandpa will definitely avenge you, and it won’t be considered in vain.”

She was giggling, and a faint purple smoke drifted between her fingers.

After a while, a little flush appeared on Xiao Lihua's face, and her legs were sometimes intertwined and sometimes kicked, which was very unbearable. Anyone with discerning eyes could tell at a glance that she was hit by the drug that was urging love.

Unlike the general spring medicine, this does not act on the body, but directly affects the spiritual consciousness. It has the same effect as the Jile Pavilion’s signature "Qi Mengxiang".

Meiji is helpless to choose this drug. Xiao Lihua has eaten heavenly treasures, but although it is not as effective as the fingertip lotus, it can also be immune to most toxins. Ordinary drugs do not afford it at all.

effect.

But the aphrodisiac fragrance of spiritual consciousness is fine. It does not directly affect the body, but only triggers desires in people's hearts.

Xiao Lihua was thinking about which man she was thinking about. Meiji knew clearly. She shook Jin Ling on her wrist and casually used the magic technique: "You little girl, you are still too tender. What is a man? Sleeping

If there are less than this, there are still thousands of people, so stupid.”

If she had Xiao Lihua's background, how could she hang herself on someone? No matter how good Mu Tianguang is, she is still an ordinary man. How different is it to give a woman the happiness, and how different is it from other men?

In a dream.

Xiao Lihua returned to Girls' Generation in a trance.

That winter, she followed her grandfather back to Guiyuan Sect and met Mu Tianguang for the first time. He was less than 20 years old and was already on the tenth level of Qi Refining. The head of the sect said to Changyang Daojun: "This son is

My hope for Guiyuan Sect.”

Xiao Lihua was not convinced when she didn't see the real person. Her qualifications were considered top-notch in the Fourteen Continents, and her great-grandfather in Transformation was carefully taught. Could it be that she could not compare to him?

She wanted to compete with him and ask the leader to see who is the future of Guiyuan Sect.

The Daojun Changyang saw her thoughts and said with a smile: "Lihua has been with me since she was a child and rarely has the opportunity to fight with others. Since you praise me so much, let me see his strength."

The head agreed.

Mu Tianguang walked in like this, Rong Ruoliang's eyes were like ice and snow. When she looked at her faintly, her breathing was suffocated. She heard her thumping heartbeat, and didn't know what happened in the subsequent competition, she only knew

After coming to his senses, he had lost.

She hates losing very much. Every time she loses to someone else, she will ask her great-grandfather to kill the man.

There is only one exception.

She had neither anger nor shame nor annoyance, and thought to herself, if there was someone in the world who could beat her, then it would be him.

From that moment on, she regarded her as her own property. If the Daojun Changyang said that he needed to practice with the leader, she would have wanted him to be by his side.

But even though she was separated from each other, she never thought that he belonged to someone else.

Yes, many women in Beizhou like him, so what? Who can compare to her? She Xiao Lihua is the direct bloodline of Daojun Changyang. With this point, no one in the Fourteen continents can compare to

.

He was also very cognitive and did not slander for those women. She was satisfied with her and became very compassionate, too lazy to care about the buzzing and annoying bees.

After all, the more people like him, the more precious the things she gets. 166 Reading Network