Chapter 417: Cultivation? Practice magic?

However, Shen Shisan was not afraid. His consciousness had swept outside. Standing outside was a woman without any aura.
This woman is very beautiful.
His throat rolled, and the door opened as soon as his mind moved.
The woman in a black suit appeared in his eyes without any obstructions.
"Slaves are called three maidens. They live in the yard behind this inn and come to disturb in the middle of the night. Do you want to take the liberty to ask Xianggong?
Wen Wenwan's voice was like the bird's tender cries, three yangs, three yangs, and people's bones were crisp just by listening.
Shen Shizhao's words beckoned: "Come here!"
Respect the strongest in the world of immortality, knowing that his force is hard enough, even if the woman is in front of him, she is not afraid of Shen Shishi. Although his voice is indifferent, a pair of eyes are stuck on the face of Yange, and the eyes are fast. Protruding.
Yan Song looked up slightly, and smiled cowardly at Shen Shishi.
A smile swayed, the room was full of light,
Yange slowly dragged his shoes and walked towards the man barefoot. Shen Shisan's eyes fell on Yange's feet.
It was a pair of beautiful, well-crafted little feet. The ten toes were round and slick, and the feet were slick and uplifted. He really wanted to hold these little feet in his hands.
Without waiting for the words to approach, he could not wait to rush forward.
However, his body was not close to Yange, and his eyes suddenly stared at him as if he was lost.
Yan Ge reached out his hand, his weak and boneless hand was placed on the man's face, and Shen Shisan's face shrank slowly as if it had been drained of water.
About pain, Shen Shisan gave a low roar in his throat, his hands and feet struggled to escape the restraint of the words.
Yan Ge turned a blind eye to his struggles.
With the shrinkage of Shen Shisan, Yan Ge closed his eyes as if settled.
A little bit of time passed, and the black magic gas wrapped around Shen Shisan's angry strands was detached from him and wrapped around Yange's body.
For a long while, Yan Ge opened her eyes, and she reached out her hand and waved, and Shen Shisan in front of her eyes turned into powder.
As a man said, Shen Shisan is a ten evil and unpardonable man. The practice of Yange ’s practice is rather special, and he uses the evil thoughts of the big wicked as a nutrient to strengthen his magic.
This method of repairing magic is also a shortcut, but shortcuts also have sequelae. It is the most easy way to lose yourself in this way.
So ordinary people, after practicing, they will absolutely lose their ego because of these evil thoughts, and together with those evil thoughts, they will become cruel and suffocating killing monsters.
But Yange is not an ordinary person. Although this sequelae is a bit scary, she is confident that she can overcome it.
As soon as I left the inn, I saw the man holding the red paper umbrella not far away.
Even though the man is beautiful, he can appear on the street with few people in the middle of the night, and the red umbrella on his head is so bright that it seems impossible to treat it improperly.
This time he did not reach out to his words as usual.
Instead, he slightly raised his umbrella and stared quietly at Yange.
Yange also stood still at the door of the inn.
The four eyes are opposite to each other, seemingly without any emotion, so even if the eyes intersect and entangle, even if he and she look so fixedly, they still can't find any clues on the other side.
For a long time, it was still the man reached out to her as usual: "Mother, come here!"