Chapter 305: The cherry blossom spirit of the cold gods (9)

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"Luo Dust, I said that for a hundred years..." The Jinfeng paused, and the fist was slightly tightened. Don't look at it: "I just admit the wrong person."
He has arranged everything in Yingling County. She just has to go back and live a stable life for a lifetime. Why should she come back?
"Jinfeng adults are more concerned, and there is nothing between us." She shrugged and smiled easily: "You don't have to, so tangled."
In fact, a hundred years of day and night accompanied. Suddenly one day, the separation will be separated, and whoever changes it will be somewhat unaccustomed.
She can really see the different emotions from the eyes of Jin Feng, although she does not want to tear it down.
"I..." What he wanted to say, his eyes fell on the jade of the little mushroom. In an instant, he said with amazement: "He gave this to you..."
"Yes, Jinfeng adults. This little mushroom demon must have stolen the hail of the white man, Qin Moon is about to bring it back to the innocent land for trial!" Qin Yue sees things back to the jade body , immediately jumped out of the show presence.
"Oh--" from the Jinfeng smile two channels: "And not to say that the white words of the adults are extraordinary, the single treasure hall in the palace will have a strong enchantment. The rare treasure of the hail, If it wasn’t for the white-handed adults, a small mushroom demon could not be stolen after practicing for hundreds of years."
It is extremely unbelievable that the ink-white words brought them up and hang in the air, and he directly let them stay in the hall.
For the past millennium, there is a little demon who can live in the hall of Prajna.
It is estimated that the time for the white-haired adults to appear in the virtual mountain is not enough for two days.
In just two days, why did you resign?
It is so special to her.
Qin Yue’s expression of resentment, but can’t say anything more.
She is just a spoiled pet, and her own masters say that she can't say anything more than a little piano demon.
"That's right." A cool, watery sound came into the eardrum.
A breeze blew through, and the white words slowly came over, the eyes were cold, with a kind of indifference that refused people thousands of miles away.
Qin Yue’s eyes are bright, and my heart seems to be a bit happy.
This is the first time she has looked so close at the distance that the mainland is admired by the heavenly masters, and the clothes are gently blown up.
"White words adults -" away from the Jinfeng bowed, not afraid to neglect.
"Yeah." He nodded lightly, not talking much. Instead, I went straight to the side of Luo Dust, picked up the jade in her hand, and lifted it in the right hand. The white shimmer was gently twitching at the fingertips.
Half-sounding, crystal-clear shimmering light fell on the jade of the hail, showing a word of 'dumping'.
"The technique of imprinting..." A glimpse of the body of Jinfeng, the bottom of his eyes is incredible.
The technique of imprinting is a high-level spell of the wizard, which requires a lot of spiritual power to return the treasure to the Lord.
Although the jade of the hail is precious, it does not use this spell to make it own the owner.
This practice of Mo Bai’s remarks is just another way of silence, so that Qin Yue can’t get off the stage.
Who told some of the little enchantress to steal her, then let this thing belong to her alone.
This is what he thinks.
"Sorry, I didn't think about it." He stood up in front of her and stood in front of her. The eyelids were slightly lifted, with a touch of soft light, but it was inadvertently shining into her heart.