Chapter 462: Cultivation? Practice magic?

Ignoring the scattered ink hair, Yan Song lowered his head again, and took off the puppet with the same gold crown hanging on his neck, and placed it next to the gold crown.
For a moment, she actually wanted to look up at Guiyuan Tianzun.
This guy, if anyone else, it ’s ruthless. She believes that when encountering such a thing, most men will only treat it as a shame, and will only think about killing her secretly and killing the shame instead of continuing to She hangs in her heart.
The Mighty One is unstable in heart and fragile.
She was really afraid that he would explode in the dark.
But his lips moved, and he couldn't say anything, and didn't have the courage to look up at Guiyuan Tianzun.
The more she talked about this scene, the more uncomfortable it seemed to him.
After a slight meal, Yan Ge turned and bent down, picked up Hong Chen, and sent the two of them to the endlessly, nodding his head slowly, step by step down the steps.
So many people in the square.
No one made a sound.
Not even the sound of breathing.
Everywhere she passed by, everyone spontaneously gave way, and they bowed their heads silently, without even the courage to look at her.
At this moment, not only the body is shaking, but also the heart is shaking.
The coercion of the above one was too heavy and too heavy, which made them feel fear and fear from their hearts, and even felt as if they were empathic, a kind of sadness and sorrow flowing in their hearts.
These people, without knowing why, thought of first love.
Those who have no first love, think of those relatives who have been dead for many years ...
I really want to cry, but my tears seem to be savvy, and I won't let them shrink!
Yan Song did not look back.
Even if she didn't look back, she could feel the guild's gaze always on her.
He was watching her leave.
The man's actions made her completely puzzled.
Because I was puzzled, my heart became even more uncomfortable.
Looking down, looking at the dying red dust, Yan Ge smiled silently at the red dust.
Hongchen is still alive and still in this world.
She can do it, but the concern in her heart is gone.
Hongchen had a pair of black paint, as if her eyes were wrapped in magical qi, staring straight at her.
He asked softly, "Are you sad?"
Are you sad?
It is sad, too.
Although she is a tree, she is now integrated with the host in the host's body.
Not only flesh and blood, but also affection and heart.
From the beginning, she approached His Holiness Guiyuan in order to be able to help the host with revenge.
From the beginning, she had an impure purpose.
Perhaps it should be said that at the beginning, her mutual purpose with Guiyuan Sovereign was impure.
She is to borrow his power, and he is to use her to help him channel the sorrow brought by the exercises.
She has always been sober.
But he has been stuck.
She remembered that a few days before the Shuangxiu Ceremony, he was like a pre-marital palpitator who walked up and down the Cabernet Sauvignon throughout the day. He changed the style of Cabernet Sabre every day, and asked like a treasure She doesn't look good.
She remembered that he lingered around her day after day and promised her that she would never abandon her.
He did, even if she was like this, he never abandoned her.
But she abandoned him.
Still in the presence of people in the world, gave him such a big embarrassment.
Can he live through this knot?
Hongchen's hand took Yange's sleeve and said, "Cry out when you are sad."
Yan Ge blinked, her lips clenched, and she did not speak.
She knew that even if her voice was low, Guiyuan could hear it.