After My Death, The Villain Blackened Again

There is no delusion in this whole, as long as Guiyuan Tianzun thinks, there is nothing he does not know.

So even though Yan Ge was a little depressed, he didn't speak out.

She walked steadily, step by step, and slowly walked out of Wuzong.

The wok ran out the first time and turned into a big wobble before her eyes.

Yan Ge lingered for a long time before trying to understand that this pan was for her and Hongchen to sit on the bottom of the pan.

Hemp eggs, obviously a mouth pot, what big tail spaceship is also installed.

Yan Ge despised the little **** in her heart, but she was too lazy to summon the instruments that Gui Yuantianzun gave her, and jumped directly into the bottom of the pot.

The pot flew to the sky.

Really great.

This is going to modern times, there must be many people yelling "look, the pot flies in the sky".

Yan Ge's thoughts are chaotic in his heart, but he can still stay calm.

She calmed Hongchen and said, "I'll help you recover when you find a quiet place where nobody is."

She lay him on her lap with one hand, and held a red umbrella in the other.

The umbrella is a little different from his usual one.

However, she thought that since he always holds the umbrella, he must be afraid of light, so no matter what umbrella, it should be useful to him.

Hongchen pulled her hand holding the umbrella, and he said, "Stow away."

His bright red umbrella was for her to see him at first glance when she looked back no matter how far she went.

Yange asked him, "Aren't you afraid of light?"

Hongchen laughed, his smile was shallow, but now he looked very shy when he looked at this face. His hoarse voice said softly, "That umbrella has the effect of solidifying the soul."

"Oh." Yange understood.

Hongchen's body is a tadpole created by Guiyuan Tianzun, and Hongchen should be a ray of soul from which world came to this body, so it has the soul-fixing umbrella.

She should have thought.

Hongchen's hand went down her wrist and pinched one of her fingers. He asked, "Remorse?"

Without waiting for the song to say, he said, "If you regret it, you have time."

Yan Song shook his head.

Nothing to regret.

In life, many things will not be fulfilled.

If even this regret cannot be accepted, then the living is too fragile.

Hongchen laughed lowly, his voice was hoarse and cracked, and when he laughed, his voice was naturally not so nice. His words used to look like the light wind and the moon in his prime day. Seeing him now, his heart was a little bit sour .

Falling into the hands of those who know no bounds, he must have suffered a lot.

In particular, those of the Endless School and the secret methods of searching people's memories, even if the damage to the sea is minimal, it is not impossible.

"What a stupid girl," Hongchen said, "I am like this, like him with cloud mud. You are too stupid."

Yange grabbed his hand instead: "Without you, there would be no me, and I'm as mud as you."

He sighed, but didn't speak again, about tired.

Yan Song's aura tried to nourish his body, but as soon as he touched his body, the aura was rebounded.

Treating him as if he could only use the double cultivation method.

Yange is not an amorous woman.

The host is naturally not.

Otherwise, you will not live now.

So I found a clean place and felt that it was far enough.

Yange found a reiki from the storage space, which would become a magical instrument in the courtyard. I was afraid that God ’s consciousness could be traced back, so Yange made the cauldron bigger. , And then buckled on the yard.