Interstellar Love Story: Young Girl Spirit Hunter

A small chenghuan palace can no longer be seen by great Xia in the Jianghu.

It's time for them to open up a new in Wulin.

The deep night is like a cold monster. The wind blows constantly, adding a little cold.

"Hand over the door master's order!"

From heiyuan forest to Linfu, we passed through several mountains designated as the sect.

This is not, even in the night of rainstorm and wind, Hua Canling, who is trying to get on his way, blames his ears for being too good and rushed to the revenge.

Like a ghost, she fell lightly on the stone tablet at the mountain gate and integrated with everything around her. She didn't move, so that no one could notice the several groups of people arguing at the bottom.

Not far above their heads, an alien intruded inadvertently.

The black soft silk skirt on her body came on her way.

After all, this soft silk is comfortable to wear.

The previous coarse linen was grinding her skin and was about to get sick.

Why embarrass yourself when you can enjoy it?

Before, that was to avoid hunting. Now, looking at the world, there are few people who can catch up with her, let alone want to kill her.

"No, do your big head dream! If you want the door Lord's order, unless you kill us all!"

At the bottom, about thirty young people with green shirts and white linings and square scarves formed a small circle with their backs to their backs. Each hand attached to a sword. The sword was permeated with cold light in the wind, rain and thunder.

If their hands did not tremble slightly and fall into the eyes of Hua Canling's too good eyesight, she was afraid that she would be so excited that she thought she saw the Quanzhen School of Quanzhen seven sons from the ancient earth TV series.

All are handsome, all hold swords, and all are hard bones who are not afraid of death.

Unfortunately, this autumn wind and rainstorm eliminated their beauty like a drowning dog.

Cough.

Why did she suddenly have so many ideas... Really, watch the play well.

On the other side, I saw a large group of people, with knives, axes and halberds, fat, round and thin. People of all kinds of weapons and shapes had about three or four hundred people. They showed greedy fierce light and coveted those "Quanzhen thirty or more" like little lambs.

At this time, under the wind and rain, a large group of people came out of a figure who seemed to be the leader, with a small mustache and a tiger back. The whole appearance looked funny, but they were full of righteous words:

"Little brothers of Qingyi sect, why did you betray Qi's villa? Why did you have to join hands with Mu mountain sect to run errands for them? Look, a small sect with hundreds of people left the last dozens of you because of your stubborn rebellion."

"Look, did the great lady MuQing like Guanyin Bodhisattva in your mouth bring the great powers of Mushan sect to save you?"

"No? I'm polite here. As long as you hand in the order to go out, you will still follow Qi's villa like us in the future, there will be nothing!"

"Why take a road to black?"

"Bah!" a man of Qingyi gate, who looked about 30 years old and had a white face, denounced: "if Qi's mountain villa in the past was not just our Qingyi gate, I'm afraid all the sects in the world would be happy to return. But now Qi's mountain villa is a group of ruthless people!"