Interstellar Love Story: Young Girl Spirit Hunter

It was dark at night.

Occasionally, the sound of monster hunting came from the inner circle, which added a little panic to the calm night.

The fire crackled. There were two teams and more than ten tents. Each tent was set with a prohibition barrier. If any creature, whether human or animal, or other objects, approached, it could touch the prohibition and wake up the people resting in the tent.

Everything was as quiet as before the storm.

Nobody is on duty.

Because you don't need to be on duty.

Everyone is an immortal. It's better to take a seat in the tent to practice than to rest in the tent.

Because no one is asleep, there is no need for someone to be on duty.

At this time, a strange smell filled the air.

Well, even if someone poisons, it doesn't matter, because banning enchantment can remove the ingredients of poison gas.

But the smell is not poison.

Soon, on the boundary of Xianyun sect, there was a fluctuation of water pattern, but it disappeared again between breathing, as if the fluctuation was like an illusion.

Immediately after, the tent where Hua Canling was located shook slightly.

The next second, out of the tent, two women in the clothes of the glass palace maid came out, carrying a white cloth bag, which was still struggling.

But after struggling for three seconds, he stopped moving.

The two women carried the white cloth bag and disappeared into the border.

However, with a breath of Kung Fu, Hua Canling curled up in front of the tent where fan Jingtian was located, which was a little more charming and enchanting than during the day. There were all kinds of romantic feelings in the circulation of eye waves.

When any man sees this beautiful picture, he will feel his throat dry, his body tight and unbearable, hidden in the shape of flower mania.

The ground is covered with gauze, and the flowers and trees are ashamed.

Fan Jingtian felt people coming. As soon as the stars opened, the tent moved. The next second, he stood outside the tent in front of the flower remnant spirit.

"Brother fan, but can't sleep?"

Hua can't hide her graceful and delicate figure. Coupled with the charming state of her little daughter, she still has a somewhat pure appearance in her flattery, which is completely different from the day.

Between every move, there was a faint fragrance floating.

Fan Jingtian's eyes didn't move, and there was no other inappropriate expression on his face. He turned and entered the tent.

Seeing this, Hua Canling was secretly happy and followed in.

However, the next second, her slender neck like a white swan was stuck by one hand.

"Say, who are you?"

The cold words were like a bucket of ice water splashed on the head under the great sun in June, with the meaning of Sen Han's death.

Brahma Jingtian's hand, as long as you add a little strength, the person in front of you will immediately be in a different place.

"Brother fan, brother fan, what's the matter with you? I'm ling'er, I'm ling'er... Are you magic barrier?" Hua Canling shouted and patted the thick hand pinching her throat. The whole charming and pure face was full of pain.

It was not a real hand, but a hand transformed by psychic power. At the same time, her whole body was imprisoned by psychic power, just like a fish on the chopping board.

"Oh, you're a good disguise, but unfortunately, you're not her."

Fan Jingtian is sitting in a high position, looking at her struggle with disdain. His face is invariable, his tone is invariable, and there is a bit of impatience and vague anger.