Shangxian is poisonous

Chapter 100 The Curse of the Beginning
Feeling a burst of banished celestial light, the child looked up, and was facing the elegant misty starlight, with lips as graceful as cherry blossoms, and skin as delicate as porcelain. He looked at him peacefully, with a smooth and fair face, transparent He has a cool and sharp-edged handsome face; deep black eyes with a charming color; the bushy eyebrows, high nose, and beautiful lip shape all exude an air of otherworldliness.

Black and bright vertical hair, slanted and sharp eyebrows, slender black eyes with sharp eyes, thin and pursed lips, angular contours, slender and tall but not rough body, like an eagle in the night, cold and arrogant Clear but arrogant, the loneliness exudes a power that disdains the world.

At first glance, his calm and elegant posture seems to imply all the emotions he can't express in an ancient posture.The sound of rain dripping on the eaves tiles seemed to be transformed into the hustle and bustle of the crowd outside the house that night.However, everything seems to be no longer important, no longer noisy, he is the only one in the world......

The tall nose, thin lips, and sword-like eyebrows slanted into the few strands of black hair under the corners of the temples.A handsome profile face with impeccable facial contours.

Shangxian also looked at the child. The boy was about 22 or three years old, with short hair, the collar of the white shirt was slightly open, and the cuffs of the shirt were rolled up to the middle of the arms, revealing wheat-colored skin, deep eyes, and a high nose bridge. Pretty, sexy lips, especially after they are paired together, it is like a work of God's hand.He stood quietly under the blooming cherry tree, his hair was as shiny as black jade, and the skin on his neck was as delicate as porcelain.

His skin was as beautiful as cherry blossoms, his eyes were like jet-black agate, his black hair had a luster like silk, and although his shirt was a bit worn out, it couldn't conceal his elegance.

"Absolutely extraordinary bones, half-immortal body, this child is quite immortal." Shangxian murmured, his eyes were as cold as ice.

He didn't notice that the child's blush stained his cheeks strangely under his gaze.

Thick eyebrows raised slightly rebelliously, under the long and slightly curly eyelashes, there are a pair of clear eyes like morning dew, a straight nose bridge, pink lips like rose petals, and fair skin...

After that, the child was accepted by Shangxian as an apprentice, which caused a great disaster.

That's right, they are Wuchenzi and Gongsun Xiaobai.

After the two walked away, two passers-by, Beng Da, came out and walked around.

Passerby A sighed quietly: "I'm afraid that Xianyue won't know that she is also Gongsun Xiaobai's soul."

Passer-by B: "There are many things she doesn't know. The Tianshu son of the demon clan is the reincarnation of her master Wuchenzi."

Passerby A wondered: "Since Xianyue still hasn't figured out so many things, why is this book over?"

Passer-by B secretly said: "Actually, the author couldn't continue writing and hastily finished it. The author is also helpless. If it's not a desperate situation, why would he be willing to put the eunuch's novel on the shelves?"

Passerby A nodded: "That's right, I heard that she is going to open a new book, and this time I won't publish it unless I make an outline. The author has confidence in the next book."

Passer-by B pondered: "Facts have proved that this is also a piece of advice for all authors. Before writing, you must make a clear outline before posting, otherwise it will collapse when you write 10,000+ words."

Passerby A asked curiously: "Then what book is the author going to write next? It must be Xianxia, ​​the author is a fanatic of Xianxia."

Passerby B shook his head and nodded again: "It's an online game related to Xianxia."

Passerby A laughed and said, "Oh, let's just wait and see!"

Follow up. . . .

The author dare not finish it unfinished (^_^;) The plot of the third volume was added by me, the editor will never find out that I have lost the word count of several chapters, right (>_<) Bless you, don’t find out
There is still Friday to be put on the shelf, save the manuscript and save the manuscript

(End of this chapter)