Chapter 236: Qing Leng Xian Zun is also crazy (1)

Back to the pure white space.
System 677 senses the low air pressure, and then immediately draws a conclusion: the host is in a bad mood, or is very bad.
Then it should not mess with her.
Life is important (^ω^)
It's not good if you get angry.
As a result, the system 677 found that it was completely self-thinking, and the big guys didn't take it seriously.
The woman's delicate brows were composed.
She raised her snow-white palm, and a long sword shining with cold light appeared out of thin air in her hand.
The sword is slender and white all over.
Just looking at it in this way, I already feel cold.
When Fu Yue was pinched in his hand, this sword made a faint buzzing sound, which made people dizzy. The powerful and terrifying coercion filled almost every corner of the Six Realms.
Feiye Sword.
The companion sword of the fallen Fuyue.
System 677 shrank and shivered.
It's over.
The host is crazy, is she going to kill?
The powerful and beautiful woman, holding a sword in one hand, opened the sky in the pure white space with a blank expression.
A strange ripple suddenly appeared on the huge sky, water-like lines, and blood-red traces grew and spread quickly like vines.
Then, gradually cracked.
Fu Yue tore the space abruptly, and then the figure instantly disappeared in place.
System 677 was dumbfounded: "..."
It's over, the host father doesn't want this little spicy chicken!
ε(┬┬﹏┬┬)3
The luminous white group flashed, and then turned into a beautiful little doll in a white shirt, squatting over there and crying.
He was crying and wiping tears, sobbing and crying.
the other side.
Nine Heavens Que.
As if feeling something, the beauty in Xueyi and black hair opened her peaceful eyes, lifted it slightly, and looked into the distance.
There seemed to be the cycle of sun and moon in his eyes.
The black hair was draped casually behind him, and the corners of the snow-colored clothes were white and soft like clouds.
"Are you still here?"
A word of self-talk.
The cold sound is like a fairy, and the low magnetic of the clear Lingling sounds nice.
The voice just fell.
A person broke into the hall, almost in the blink of an eye, that person had already arrived in front of him.
Sanchi Qingfeng lifted.
Aimed at the delicate neck of the beauty.
Fu Yue's face was covered with ice-like cold, suppressing the extremely angry voice, "Jun Heng, are you looking for death?"
Jun Heng calmly raised his eyes.
Looking at the sword in front of him, he sighed slightly, and Jumei's face was a little confused, "What did I do?"
"When you met, you faced me with a sword, and it really made me sad..."
Faint words.
A bit depressed.
Seeing Jun Heng like this, Fu Yue felt his brain hurt.
Here comes again.
What she hates most is Jun Heng's hypocritical appearance, which seems gentle, but indifferent and ruthless.
Received the sword.
Fu Yue still stared at Jun Heng with a calm face, almost gritted his teeth every word.
"Are you him?"
She still had a little hope in her heart, maybe she made a mistake, Jun Heng was actually not that person.
The beauty looked at Fu Yue with heavenly eyes, her cold brows faded a little indifferently, and she actually smiled slightly.
"What do you mean?"
A specious sentence.
There is no denial.
Fu Yue almost felt dark in front of him, and he couldn't stand firmly under his feet, and his dark eyes seemed to condense a storm, extremely cold.
Jun Heng is him, the one who has accompanied him for so many lives.
He curled the corners of his lips sarcastically, trying to bend a smile, Fu Yue raised her eyes suddenly and looked straight at Jun Heng.
With a sneer, he opened his lips and said:
"you like me?"