Demon princess is too hard to chase

Seeing that he took back his hand, Yun qianruo was very happy, smiling with curved eyebrows. Her two claws touched his mask, but she didn't find a way after groping for a long time. The mask was still well worn on the face of beimingfeng.

Cloud thousand if some discontented of curl a mouth, "too high! Lower down

Hearing this, Bei Ming Feng takes a look at her, lowers his head, and sends the mask to her. Yun qianruo smiles with satisfaction. He reaches out his hand again impolitely, and finally finds the key to take off the mask on both sides of the temple. He takes it down with some excitement.

"Ah ha ha! The mask is mine! I want to... "

If Yun Qian didn't finish his words, he stopped suddenly. His eyes were round, his mouth was slightly open, and he looked as shocked and dull as thunder. He stared at beimingfeng's face without blinking, as if he had found something extraordinary. He couldn't say that his eyes were frightened? Thriller? Or is it amazing?

The light moonlight poured with the wind, and a thin layer of frost fell on the man dressed in black. In the night, it outlined the misty distance like smoke.

Like ink hair, flying in the wind, across the face that never appeared in the world.

It was an indescribable surprise.

Amazing time, eclipsed the world, even if the mountains and rivers forever, eternal desolation, in the face of the unique voice of the world, it is just a vain, instantly turned into smoke and dust, annihilated in the depth of time.

The eyebrow is like an ink painting, but it is like a distant mountain in the mist and cold smoke. There is a breath of cold. In the middle of the eyebrow, there is a nail sized blood red seal. The shape is like an ancient Sanskrit, predicting some unknown charm.

Purple eyes are deep and mysterious, like an endless sky, hidden in the abyss, and inhabited by Jiuyou demons. If you are not careful, you will only feel the beautiful mist and the evil spirit, as if you can devour people's hearts.

Every stroke of the facial features looks like the most perfect sculpture in heaven. There are no flaws. Even the contour of the side face and the lines of the chin are perfect. If you have to say a trace of regret, it's probably that his skin is too white. It is a kind of all year round hidden in the dark, not the sun's pale, as if the cold moon on the ice on the Huaguang, cold and transparent.

He is like a sculpture that has been watching alone for thousands of years, perfect but cold, charming but lonely, full of daunting coldness, but with fatal bewitching, attracting the world to fly moths to the fire regardless of everything, even if it's ashes.

At the moment, the thin and sexy lips are tightly pursed, almost condensed into a straight line, and the eyes as quiet as the sky and the sea are looking at the woman who is in a daze and can't recall her soul. The dark light at the bottom of the eyes is so deep that people can't see what he thinks.

Time seems to be at a standstill. On the ninth day of the moon, the river of stars is rolling. There is only the sound of the autumn wind blowing through the vegetation. Between the heaven and the earth, it is quiet and distant. You can even clearly hear his heart beating and the breathing of a little girl.

After a long time, he finally took back his sight, some sad don't open face, long eyelashes down, covered his eyes lonely.

A wisp of ink hair with his head down the movement of sliding, vaguely covered his eyebrows that wipe bloodthirsty scarlet seal.

Beiming wind hanging in the side of the hand, the consciousness of the grip a few minutes, the charm, ferocious glare, must be... Scared drunk her?

Even sober people will be scared to see, not to mention, is drunk in a daze of her?