After My Death, The Villain Blackened Again

Out of the square of Shanmen, on the back road of Houshan, when she saw her stumbling, Guiyuan Shangxian offered his cauldron and said, "Come up."

The cauldron was more than three meters above the ground. Yan Ge looked up at the cauldron and whispered, "I, I can't make the sword yet."

Naturally, you cannot jump into the cauldron.

She didn't even have anyone around. How dare she pretend, Guiyuan Shangxian frowned slightly, but didn't speak. He jumped out of the cauldron, grabbed her waist, and hugged her together.

Yange didn't get out of his arms, she nestled in his chest with her hands, her arms around his waist, Jiaojiao said: "It's too high, I'm afraid."

This demon girl! Her tree house is taller than this. Sometimes two people are rolling around on the rooftop, and they almost fall down. I have never seen her shouting.

Despite this thought in his heart, Guigui Shangxian slowed down and asked her seriously, "What's going on with your body? Why is Jianzong here?"

"I don't know." Yange said, "I lost my advanced level and opened my eyes to the existence of such a little cultivation now. Fortunately, I am a rare ice spirit root, so I came to Jianzong to learn . "

Guiyuan's brows frowned slightly: "Why didn't you wait for me in the wooden house?"

Yange: "Who knows if you're still alive, I can't wait there all the time, and I want to advance, I have to go to a safe place."

What this said is really heartless and heartless, although Gui Yuan Shangxian listened to anger, but could not refute it.

Instead, Yangehuan said on his neck, "Fu Jun, why are you back to the mountain gate now? Is it difficult to practice reincarnation? Or is your talent too bad?"

In the whole world of cultivation, no one is better than him.

He said with a stern face, "Reincarnation said, so far I have achieved success in cultivation, only me."

Yan Ge stared up at him: "From the moment I entered Jianzong, everyone praised my talent and said that I was better than Jianzong's talent."

Guiyuan Shangxian saw her look of pride and stubbornness, her heart softened and said, "Well, your talent is particularly good, better than mine."

Yange snorted happily and proudly.

The song of the refining period has just been taught by Guiyuan Shangxian.

In less than a century, Yange is already the most powerful young generation in the Xiuxian world.

Turning from the screaming and witching sorceress turned into an enchanting world, everyone is jealous and jealous to look up. This turn is actually very rigid.

But he could not bear the big brains of his host, and he became a golden finger for his words, and he also experienced the in-depth details of the love between master and apprentice.

The two masters and apprentices are nesting in Xianling. They seem to be seriously practicing, but in fact they have been doing something that makes their hearts beat.

To the surprise of Song Yan, she lived a long time this time, and lived till the day of ascension.

However, naturally, she failed to soar.

Although the thunderclouds were rolling on the day when she soared, the thunderstorms showed no sign of falling.

Instead, Gui Yuan Shangxian hugged her and sat on the rooftop of the tree house, stretched out his hand, and placed it on his chest.

An air-conditioned heart, which seemed to be made of ice cubes, appeared in his hand. In the surprised eyes of Yange, he slapped the ice heart into Yange's chest.

Heaven and earth began to collapse and shatter instantly.

He smiled at her, smiling warm and nostalgic, opened his mouth, but did not speak.

His face was getting old before her, and gradually, shattered into pieces.