Allure in one dance: Immortal concubine dominates the world

Chapter 317
"Let's go." Qingcheng's voice was hoarse
"En." Qian Moran leaned her head on her arms and fell into the city, wishing that this moment would last forever.

How much I wish, that's it. I don't care about anything, I'm with you selfishly. I don't go anywhere, I just look at you every day like this.
Qingcheng lay reclining with a flick of spiritual power at her fingertips, and the fine clothes immediately wrapped their bodies.

The two got up, Qingcheng looked at the walls on all sides, then looked back at Qian Moran and said, "Stay back."

Qian Moran quietly took two steps back and stood behind Qingcheng.

The foot of Qingcheng rolled up his robe; his left hand began to summon lava
The Lava of the Ghost Gate was shot out instantly. Although it has been useless for a long time, the explosive power has become stronger. I don’t know if it is because there is more mana from the god-killing Shang En in it.
"Boom." The fire was huge, and there was a loud bang.
The wall was burnt black in an instant, but...the wall didn't shake a bit.
"Wu Qingcheng." Qian Moran roared angrily as she couldn't take it anymore.

Qingcheng looked back, the corners of his mouth twitched. From the beginning to the end, he had never seen such a distressed Qian Moran
The scorched silver hair turned into a silver exaggerated bird's nest afro. His face was charred black, even more exaggerated than Heizhou people.

There is only one part of the face under the nose that is still fair
Two black and white eyeballs stared straight at the 'culprit' Wu Qingcheng, and her clothes were also dirty.
The corners of Qian Moran's mouth twitched slightly, revealing snow-white teeth that didn't match the black face.
Dressed in crescent moon white, half of it was burned. Fortunately, the body was protected by the spiritual power of the city, and the person was not burned into coke by the fire.
"I, I didn't do it on purpose." Qingcheng gritted her teeth, her face was a little embarrassed; she was very innocent. She really didn't do it on purpose. It's a sin, a sin too~
Qingcheng looked at Qian Moran, and wanted to cry and laugh at the same time.

"..." Qian Moran pulled the fisted hand, loosened it, clenched it again, and finally relaxed helplessly:
"You can't spell, help me clean it."

Qian Moran finally calmed down and rubbed his eyebrows.
"Scorched by the lava from the ghost gate. People or objects cannot be cleaned." Qingcheng tugged at the corner of his clothes, pretending to be innocent.
Moran, it's not that it can't be used, it's just that you who are so helpless to me. I want to take another look.

"You, forget it; you continue." Qian Moran was furious at the first half of the sentence, but suppressed the second half.

In the end, I couldn't bear to blame Qingcheng.

Qingcheng suppressed a smile and nodded.

(End of this chapter)