The lore female agent: drag the back wild world

Chapter 292 After three years, leave the forest of death [12]

When the dark green figure walked in to see her face clearly, it was a woman, a beautiful woman,
Fifteen or ten years old, with a plump body, a beautiful face, an unparalleled beauty, but the so-called "overwhelming country and city" cannot describe such beauty,

With the most perfect facial features, curved willow-leaf eyebrows, long eyelashes trembling slightly, a pair of clear and bright eyes exuding absolute air-conditioning,
The thin lips are as delicate as rose petals, and the delicate red lips outline the subtle width, and the fair and flawless skin reveals
light pink,
Wearing a dark green shirt, covered with a thin layer of gauze, giving people an elegant feeling, it looks elegant, but it looks luxurious, and the strands of hair slightly show their dancing posture in the breeze,

The top-quality jade pendant still hangs on her slender waist, like a fairy coming out of the forest of death,
Yes, only fairies can be safe and sound in the forest of death, if people see this appearance, people may worship Murong Feixue as a fairy,
It's just that the face of the country and the city is extremely cold-eyed, just one glance can make people shudder,

Her whole body exudes an aura that strangers should not get close to, and that innate aura of a king makes her exude a kind of arrogance and self-confidence.

It is even several times better than the lore momentum of the FBI in the previous life, not a fairy, it should be a hell Shura,

Ever since Guai Ka Daoxian and Mu Yanshuan left, Murong Feixue has become even more indifferent, a bit more indifferent than she was before,
The sunlight and warmth in the Death Forest had already been hidden by Murong Feixue when he approached the edge of the Death Forest.

That naive girl is dead, and she is deeply buried in her heart.
At this time, the thousand-faced snow fox on the back of Xiao Fuqiu had already woken up, and the thousand-faced snow fox jumped onto Murong Feixue's shoulder very naturally,
Today's death forest is even scarier than before, without any vitality,

The ghost paper that was originally floating has turned into a pile of mud, and turned into spring mud to protect the flowers,
Originally, there were some descendants of people who died in the rivers and lakes at the edge of the death forest to worship, but now they are sealed by the court.
The weeds are overgrown, and even the tombstones are crumbling,
Looking at this scene, Murong Feixue didn't feel the slightest, and flew to the edge of the death forest.

As for the thousand-faced snow fox on Murong Feixue's shoulders, he still had the foresight to follow Murong Feixue's movements to the edge of the death forest.

The little fur ball is not so lucky, it can't fly,

Seeing Murong Feixue and Qianmian Xuehu leave, they could only watch helplessly,

Looking at Murong Feixue pitifully, hoping that it would come back and hug it to leave, it didn't want to live in the grass full of thorns,
Its pure white appearance is ruined, and the little furball usually loves beauty to the point of being stinky.
If its fur is covered with mud and thorns, I'm afraid it will cry to death,
Who told her to be a younger sister? Whether it is a woman or a mother, everyone loves beauty. This is human nature.
Murong Feixue fell down, turned around and looked at the little furball coldly, the little furball's pitiful begging appearance didn't impress Murong Feixue,
Who told Xiao Fuqiu not to practice kung fu well on weekdays, but after three years, he learned a fart kung fu, saying that he is also a pet under the banner of the gods,

How can there be no ability at all, no wonder Chang'e will give it to the strange coffee Daoxian.

(End of this chapter)