Allure Summoner

The moment this thought flashed through her mind, the golden light moved again.

Su Meier, who was defenseless, was the first to be enveloped in, her face that was slightly rosy due to her haste turned pale in an instant.

When she was struggling to move, the ray of light took her figure and disappeared from everyone's sight.

Where there is the first, there will be the second, and no one can escape the light that suddenly appears from the sky and the earth.

Jun Qianxi quickly retracted the silly little soldier, and tightly held the hand of the person beside him.

This light should be able to send them to another place, just hope that the two can not be separated.

But things always backfired, two beams of light enveloped them at the same time.

"Xi'er!"

Duanmu Ming's hands condensed spiritual power, and the thick spiritual power disappeared invisible after colliding with the golden light, and the light curtain covering him didn't even fluctuate.

Jun Qianxi's hand landed on the light curtain, and her plaited teeth made a row of neat teeth marks on her red lips: "Ming, I will find you!"

"You have to obediently wait for me to find you!"

Duanmuming's palm also landed on the light curtain, his beautiful eyes half-closed were full of monstrous anger, but his tone was surprisingly gentle.

The two disappeared into the white snow at the same time along with the light curtain.

After they disappeared, the dance of snowflakes in the sky became more rapid, and those snowflakes fell to the ground, forming a thin quilt to cover the bloodstains.

The stone tablet that towered into the sky also restrained its light and returned to its original place.

Everything returned to the original point, as if this group of intruders had never appeared.

There is no day and night in the Tomb of the Gods, but the weather is very similar to the outside world.

Even though it's winter, the early morning of Lingshan Sect is still divided by the uniform sound of drinking.

All the juniors have been naked to the upper body for a hundred years, with steady horse gait, fisted with both hands fixed in front of them, using their strong chest muscles to welcome the red sun slowly rising from the horizon.

"Mo Lingfeng, you bastard, have you slipped down the mountain again?"

The roar woke up the drowsy little birds on the branches. They seemed to have expected what would happen next, but they just opened their eyes and took a look, and then continued to stand guard on the branches.

"Father, don't you really want to have a grandson? If I don't go down the mountain, I'll be with these big bastards every day. Where can I get you a grandson?"

Mo Lingfeng wore a bright red gown trimmed around his body, and his ink-dyed black hair was tied on top of his head with a golden hairpin.

He was holding a fan that he got from someone who didn't know where, and when he unfolded it, there were several big gilt characters written on it, Young Master Ling Feng.

On his broad sleeves was a picture of a pair of mandarin ducks playing in the water outlined with golden silk threads, but the skirt was inlaid with a few gold leaves.

Mo Jingze was annoyed when he saw his outfit, so he took off his shoes and patted him: "You son of a bitch, you don't look like a person who cultivates your body and mind, you are a mobile vault!"

"Father, this is what my sister-in-law taught me. You have to show off to catch cute little girls. Nowadays, little girls like men who wear gold and silver..."

The words behind him were swallowed up by Mo Jingze's roar, and this time Mo Lingfeng was still beaten.

But that night, he still ran down the mountain persistently. Perhaps because he was too excited, he didn't notice the people behind him at all.