Playful Immortal Doctor: Evil Emperor Poisonous Love Concubine

"Mu Yue, the woman in front of you is the most beloved young daughter of the main god in the past. She is the only existence other than the main god who can control the tree of life. If you save her this time, the old man will definitely be able to convince her , one day open the ultimate method of the Tree of Life, and help you see the light of day again!"

The desolate master followed the temptation carefully, and analyzed the pros and cons with the strange demon earnestly.

"The lord god's most beloved little daughter, that pervert who loves girls?" Mu Yue's cold voice was full of contempt, and said, "Isn't she dead? Why are you still alive?"

As soon as the voice fell, Ling Luo felt that silver hair growing continuously, and it was looking towards her wrist.

Ling Luo told herself, calm down.

She didn't act rashly, letting Mu Yue's silver hair wrap around her slender wrist.

In an instant, Ling Luo felt that she was clear and transparent, like a blank sheet of paper in front of this strange monster, with nothing to hide, no secrets to speak of.

"That's right, the attribute of spiritual power is indeed exactly the same as that of Mansha." After Mu Yue confirmed, she let go of Ling Luo's wrist, and Yinsi automatically retreated, saying, "Forget it, I'll just help you once today. "

Ling Luo secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Even though her heart was turbulent, the emotion on her face did not change at all.

"I'll part out a white hair and help you break the emptiness of that Qingyang kid!"

Mu Yue's voice was cold and arrogant, and the astonishing Qingyang patriarch turned into an ignorant "child" in his mouth.

Qianlong was skeptical, his red-black pupils were sealed into crescent moons, he squinted suspiciously at the silver hair inlaid on the mirror of the emperor, and muttered: "You can really brag."

Ling Luo stretched out a hand, poked Qianlong lightly, and signaled him to shut up.

Jianlong has followed Ling Luo for many years, so he naturally understands the meaning of her every little action. As an obedient animal pet, Jianlong shut his mouth very wisely and didn't complain anymore.

In the next moment, Ling Luo saw a silver hair pulling out from the center of the cross scar on the emperor's mirror, winding infinitely and extending endlessly.

How long is it?

Ling Luo couldn't help but recall that Huangzhu had said before that Muyue had a title called "White hair is three thousand feet", probably that's what it meant.

The long silver hair spread three thousand feet, and finally completely pulled out from the center of the cross crack on the mirror surface. In the mid-air, it exuded a silver light like a bright moon, and then, like a bizarre magic, it began to weave in a superb way.

In just a few breaths, a three-thousand-foot white hair actually wove into the image of a handsome and ruthless man.

The man has a glamorous appearance, and his skin is in the shape of a woven grid. Although his appearance is not very clear, it does not affect his strong and cold aura in the slightest.

Ling Luo took a deep breath, and stared at Mu Yue's silver-haired incarnation without blinking, feeling that he was comparable to the bright moon of the nine heavens, and the world could not compete with it.

"God! This monster!"

Jianlong also raised his head, and exclaimed in the direction of Mu Yue's silver-haired avatar, "This fiery breath is much stronger than that of Qingyang Patriarch."

If it weren't for the support of Mansha's heart in his body, Ling Luo would almost be unable to suppress the trembling from the depths of his soul.

This feeling is very familiar, and it was the same when He Yu faced the Lord God last time.