Female supporting style is wrong

Ji Ge stood outside the cave and waited.

She lowered her head and thought slightly.

Taoist Qingxu and Ji Ge have been together for many years, and he could tell at a glance that Ji Ge was absent-minded. He smiled slightly and said, "What are we, Xiaojiu, thinking about?"

"Master," Ji Ge raised her eyes, the girl's black hair was tied with a jasper hairpin, the jade was delicate and white, with a shimmer of light, and the small silver bell in her hair was ringing, she spoke slowly, " I want to ask Master a question."

"What?" Taoist Qingxu and Jige looked at each other, slightly curious.

He, a disciple, has never suffered any setbacks due to his talent, and his path has been smooth and smooth. However, he, the master, is of little use. This is the first time he has seen her look so confused.

"There is one thing, if it is contrary to the opinions and interests of most people, Master, will you continue to do it?"

"That's it." Taoist Qingxu subconsciously stroked his raised beard, a little amused, "Is this matter very important to us, Xiaojiu?"

Ji Ge nodded, her lacquered pupils were black and deep.

She actually already had the answer in her heart, but she still wanted to ask an old friend.

"If Xiaojiu thinks this is right, then go ahead and do it."

Taoist Qingxu flicked his sleeves chicly, showing the inscrutability of a master of the world.

"When we, Xiaojiu, grow up, we can distinguish right from wrong."

"Since you are determined, then go ahead and persist."

Ji Ge arched her beautiful eyebrows and said, "Okay."

"I see."

**
Ji Ge and Taoist Qingxu arrived just in time, and the seventh senior sister and eighth senior brother had already returned.

The woman shook the oil paper bag in her hand and greeted her kindly, "Xiaojiu, come here, senior sister bought you delicious food in the city."

"Thank you, senior sister." Jige opened the oil paper bag, which contained several pieces of pastry. She picked up a piece. It had a taste that she had tasted many times. It was soft and sweet, and it was wrapped in sweet osmanthus honey.

Ji Ge was the youngest in the sect. Her senior brothers and sisters basically watched her grow up. No matter who they were, they pampered her and took good care of her.

The birthday party was over in a lively manner, and night fell.The fourth senior sister took out the fireworks she had ordered in advance, calculated the time to set them off, and asked everyone to come over and watch them.

The sky is drooping with a golden glow, the branches of flowing silver flowers are growing vines, and the fireworks are noisily and vigorously rising into the sky. The colors are very beautiful, and they outline the magnificent and bright fireworks in the sky.Nothing is different from memory.

Ji Ge sighed slightly.

The Jingqiu Sword was silently held by the girl, and the long sword pierced the heart of the second senior sister who was closest to her. She looked at the other person's pupils that were dilated due to shock and distortion, and the sword blade was an inch deeper.

Blood dripped along the edge of the sword. The girl's hand was steady. Her calm gaze passed over the second senior sister and then fell on the fireworks above.

"The fireworks are beautiful."

She murmured softly.

"But I'm sorry, I'm still in a hurry to find someone, so I won't play with you."

From Second Senior Sister to Taoist Qingxu, they were all assassinated by Ji Ge's sword before they could react.

The blood is dripping and beautiful.

The vivid illusion in front of them suddenly froze, and the three-dimensional picture gradually became flat. Everyone's eyes were in disbelief, and their stiff bodies were torn apart like a broken mirror.

The feeling of weightlessness hits immediately.

The vivid colors in the field of vision were replaced by rich black. Ji Ge felt herself falling. Sen Leng's wings spread out behind her. Her figure stabilized in mid-air, looking around for the target.

nobody.

It seemed that the magic circle separated them.

The memory of the fantasy aroused some irritability and melancholy. The girl's current mood was not happy, so she simply transformed into the prototype and violently broke through the level.

The black dragon silhouette covering the sky and the sun appeared.

The magic wave was strong in an instant, and the threads formed by the magic power were hooked and entangled, with the intention of trapping the black dragon. However, the huge dragon clan lowered its eyes, and the dragon's eyes were dark and bottomless, and they could only vaguely glimpse the reflection of the abyss.

The threads that wrapped around her were all stretched and torn apart.

Ives fell from fantasy to reality. Before she could react, a shadow was cast above her head, and the boy subconsciously raised his head. (End of chapter)