So What If You’ve Been Reborn?

The river flowing out of the cave is cold, but the Qing dynasty is the most abundant. The grass absorbs this power and grows vigorously.

The water waved, and a big fish rushed over, and Zhangkou was a bite.

Its straight fishtail fell heavily on the stone, the crotch was stretched, and the sharp teeth smashed two. Released a random sleeve, this unfortunate fish returned to the river and stunned.

The flame did not pay attention to these small things that were not self-sufficient. He stepped into the river step by step and used the mind to sense the position of the veins.

The array of Yunchen Xianjun is really extraordinary.

The consciousness of the earth's veins is activated, and they are concentrated at the edge of the valley, so that the water and the spirit of the river are all if nothing.

"In time, there will be beasts to start practicing again."

It doesn't have to be long. One hundred years is enough. The beasts that get the gasping machine will attack the village first.

The speed of cultivation of the demon has always been faster than that of human beings. They do not need the record of the inheritance of language and characters. As long as they have opened their minds, they will spontaneously cultivate.

This kind of little demon, which is not a climate, don’t say that in the fairy world, even in the eyes of human monks, it is nothing.

- A great threat to mortals.

"He wants to ruin the village, the embryonic form of this human origin, and even the entire waterfall valley, so that the stagnation of the Qing Sheng and the turbidity of the yin is slow again."

Open the arm from the flame, let go of the mind and spread infinitely along the river.

He looked indifferent and slowly turned his head. He said to the explanation of the standing on the shore: "If I changed it to Yuan Cheng Tianzun, I would do it."

The fairy world is not bad, and Yuan Chengtian is not dead.

Ordinary people only think that the fairyland air transport, let Yuan Cheng Tianzun care about the peace and prosperity of the fairyland, do not know what the fairy world will become in the future, compared to the strength reduction, Yuan Cheng Tianzun can not tolerate the mortal here.

Dispel the power of the earth, let them re-discharge the aura that eats, nourish the fairy world, let the fairy world continue to exist too peacefully, and extend the life of the fairy world indefinitely. This is what Yuan Cheng Tianzun wants to see.

"He can't break that!"

Li Yan said to himself.

The veins are the foundation of the celestial world. They are the chains that **** the celestial world in the future. They are also the jailers of the immortal world. Breaking the ground, the fairy world will no longer exist, without the fairy world, Yuan Cheng Tian Zun can continue to live?

"A person who has no way to go."

The fingers were gently stirred in the river, and the reflections shook and turned into broken images.

He slowly turned and walked up from the river, his eyes gradually becoming dull, like a mountain wolf staring at the prey, moving silently.

"Release."

The low-pitched voice is completely different from the usual brother.

The release of the light that is full of danger from the flames is not seen, and the step forward will circle people.

"What can be wrong with practicing practice in recent days?" Interpretation only asked, and did not explore the pulse.

He noticed that the change of the younger brother is more obvious day by day. The breath is like a flame flowing under the ground. Maybe one day will burst out completely.

Since leaving Bailushan, the feeling of leaving the flame seems to be changing.

Full of killing, occasionally revealing a heart-rending cold eyes.

"Sister brother..."

"Call the name, I know that you don't like this title." Shih whispered.

A slight glimpse of the flame, the lips solidified into a dark and unclear smile: "I have you as my brother, a safe life, I don't like it."

There is no answer to the explanation.

In the ear, only the wind blew through the peach forest, and the sound of the river.

"You already know, Nan Hongzi is the same..."

From the flame arm, force it hard, hoop the shoulders of the release, and push him to the flower tree by the river.

The water came up, the clothes they wore were not dusty, they were not wet, and half floated in the river, and the delicate patterns on the robes stretched out in the water.

"You know what I want." I whispered from the flames.

The people under him reacted by simply moving the body to another, flatter, place where there were no broken stones.

"I will not only think about it, if I am Yuan Chengtianzun, what will I do, I will still think, if I am Bei Xuan Tianzun, what can I do in this upcoming fairyland catastrophe!"

The sharpness from the depths of the flames became more and more obvious. He tore the two men’s robes, stable and slow, and his tone was like two: "In fact, they are all jokes, I am not a god, I never need to think about those." problem."

The immortal nucleus that the real yuan freezes, the strength of cohesion is better than one day.

After the discovery of the flame, he knew one thing: the time of playing against the brothers on the Bailu Mountain, watching Nanhongzi’s day of being awkward, will come to an end.

- He is about to disappear.

After the fairy nucleus breaks open, the bead inside will come out.

The person who has the release and finally gets everything is the "teacher" who is released from the flames.

To gain more power and stubbornly walk on this road, the last thing I face is my own demise. I don’t hesitate to choose to continue practicing.

The contradiction in his heart is not even clear to himself.

Just like now, the opportunity to hunger for countless times is in front of you, untie the clothes, stick it on the cool skin, and slowly move your palms.

The warmth of the heart, the filling of the blood, the fragility of the neck, the power under the waist and abdomen...

The slower the movement from the flame, he did not know that this was a prudent cautious when the wish was realized, or waiting for the release to stop himself.

As long as the relief reveals such dissatisfaction and even the meaning of blocking, the flame can not hesitate to start, no need to worry, he wants this person, will never confuse him with the "teacher", can never forget his existence .

However, no...

There is no rapid breathing.

There is no confusing gaze.

The arm is soothing and stunned, and it is better to be indulgent than to express a feeling of attachment.

The long hair of the two men is scattered together.

"I don't want to double repair with you." From the flames of the flames, the lips are not light and heavy.

In addition to undressing, his movements are unfamiliar, but very purposeful.

This is indeed a little different from Chen He's thoughts.

Chen Wo is a little bit shackled. He is still not in the situation. The younger brother is indented into his arms. When he gets up the next day, his eyes are restrained and he does not dare to aim at himself.

Let the people you like under your control are the world's lingering love.

However, the enthusiasm of the Italian people will also lead to mourning.

The move from the flame, but the latter, did not have any dissatisfaction. He even raised his hand and held the palm of the flame, and stayed in those places for a longer time.

I have had an experience from the flames, and the suffocating scent in the fairy nucleus has seen Chen He and the sputum once and for all. It’s been a one-and-a-half thing, and I realized the meaning of the swearing action. .

The two of them are different from the place where they are sensitive to pleasure. The interpretation is not only indulgent, but it is guiding him.

"you…"

From the flames of the flames, the fire is like a fire. Too many thoughts are born and annihilated quickly.

"You will do this to him too?"

The dull voice was a bit funny, and the younger brother who was jealous of himself couldn’t help but kiss the flames. I have never worried about the two personality of the flame and Chen Wo.

- Just at different stages of memory, they can't fight at all.

"Well, no."

Chen Wo basically does not like this.

I was dissatisfied with the flames, and then asked: "You said, you don't care who is in control."

This is the thing that can't be understood or believed by the flame.

"Because I am in love with my brother and I, I also admire you." Shi Yan whispered, this voice stabbed a numbness from the flame ear, and the skin shuddered out a tiny particle, soaked by water, and changed again. Sensitive to the score.

"Is he, or me?"

"What do you say?"

I really don’t know from the flame.

I don’t know at all. From the current situation, from the current situation, it is undoubtedly more like to release yourself.

But acquiescence, even if all this, can prove that he and Chen Wo, what is the choice of himself? The flames of the demon are mourned and desire/fire rushed, but not even the minimum brain.

His expression is awe-inspiring, and even some of them are rushing, so that the relief is unbearable.

The sound of the water is so loud that their movements are not large. They have thought about this day many times before the flames. He thought that he would be impatient, maybe he would be in a hurry, and might even be hurt in an emergency.

But none of these.

Like the petals falling in the river, the water immersed, and immediately showed a distinct vein, smudged a deeper blush, and then floated freely with the current, lingering, tender and veined.

They didn't even breathe much.

On the one hand, it is deep in the true Yuan, enough to stabilize the stirring heart, and on the other hand, it is really immersed in this kind of closeness.

The fine bass, from the throat, the slightly hot breath, sprayed thinly on the neck of each other's ears, picking up the waves that are not willing to calm down.

Long hair, together with the robes, slipped into the river and floated on the water.

***

The night faded, the morning light illuminates, and the sleeves of the bamboo-grained roads are carried in the water.

The palm of the joint is slowly propped up, and one person standing up in the water, the clothes are not uniform, the long black hair is hung on the open chest, and a few petals fall down the water, and the attachment is stopped on the clothes.

In the morning light, the appearance is handsome, and the whole body is as fascinating as the spring melts.

Step on the river bank step by step, ignore the clothes, sit on a piece of bluestone barefoot, take out the paper roll from the storage bag, and smear slowly and smudge.

Steep mountain walls, full of flower trees.

There is a person at the end of the picture, sitting half-lying there, seemingly sleeping, with a clear eyebrow and a red dress, it is the release.

It is not the peach forest in the valley of the waterfall, but the valley of the black sky.

As the picture was filled up, the silver light of the author's fingertips became more and more obvious. He slowly lowered his head and indulged in the people on the painting, and did not know how long he had watched.

The robes draped over the shoulders suddenly fluttered in the wind, and the pressure of the majestic appeared.

"Teacher?"

The release was awakened. He saw the man a few steps raised his head. There was no savage, no indifferent, but cramped. The whole ear was red, and there were still brushes and scrolls in his hand. I don’t know where to go. Plug.

However, the breath that suddenly climbed up was false, the fairy nucleus was broken, and the realm was more orderly.

"Chen Wo?"

"Teacher... Brother, I am back." .