Chapter 696: 696
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The original pure white and clean soul turned its direction and was dragged into the black fog world,
The system only collapses and goes haywire in an instant.
The mirror was completely destroyed by an invisible force.
The ball was shocked,
It stared at the mirror, turned into ash in an instant, and its fingers trembled slightly,
[this... This... This...]
The mirror is gone. How can it contact madam?!
The ball felt split by a thunder.
"No need to contact. Where is your wife now?"
The fog turned into a hand, pinched its face and turned to the Linghe river.
Above the spirit River,
A dark bubble with thick black fog slowly faded,
The white soul was dragged alive and successfully dragged in.
Despite the strong rejection of the small world, the bubbles have begun to burst.
But it's still holding on, tough and tenacious.
Tuanzi was quick in sight and quick in hand. He immediately flew to find uncle Bai.
Uncle Bai is the person in charge of managing the way of heaven in the small world. He should have a way to deal with these.
Tuanzi couldn't care to contact Fu Sheng and ran to another place quickly.
……
……
[alarm! Alarm!]
[system disorder! System disorder!]
【@!#$%^*(!@#$%^^*】
"Oh -" Fu Sheng fell on the hard ground and almost didn't hurt her.
She opened her eyes and looked around in confusion. Some didn't react.
Here is
Weiyang palace?
Fu Sheng was stunned.
Everything is the way she used to live, the furnishings, clothes, nothing has changed.
Everywhere is spotless and clean.
Fu Sheng seemed to think of something and raised his hand in an instant.
Clean, solid hands,
Obviously, she is a person now, not a soul.
Aside,
In the big bronze mirror,
The black hair falls down on the chest along the shoulder, the line of sight moves down, and the plain white belt outlines the waist, which is not full.
The beauty is pure and beautiful, with picturesque eyebrows and muscles like snow.
The purplish red lips are slightly open, spitting out a faint soft fragrance.
She covered her lips in shock and couldn't speak for a long time,
"Tuanzi, are you there?"
[alarm! Alarm!]
[system disorder - system disorder -]
[please wait...]
"..." the beauty stared at herself in the bronze mirror, confused.
She is... Noumenon.
Not old, not dead, not dead.
"..." the beauty was stunned for a moment, then raised her skirt and stood up.
The white and soft gauze skirt perfectly outlines her slender figure,
Three thousand green silk frets against the white jade like skin, and the black color difference shows an extremely amazing visual impact.
Under the beautiful water eyes, the bright red lips are as delicate and moving as roses, soft and fragrant.
She looked at the mirror for a moment, suddenly turned and ran out.
Her pace was very urgent, and her gauze skirt was flying like a beautiful little butterfly.
Take a familiar turn and leave Weiyang palace.
Soon,
The gate of the Qianqing palace was displayed in front of us.
There are layers of armor guards at the door, holding hands and heavily guarded.
Fu Sheng closed his eyes and meditated in his heart,
The next second,
Her figure disappeared.
……
In the dark bedroom,
The skinny man sat on the ground, holding the portrait and smiling,
His hair was messy, his eye sockets were deep, and his bloodshot eyes were dull and dead.
There was no blood on Lei's white face, and his dry lips were grinning all the time, smiling gently and treacherously.
"You're here... You'll come..."
"When you come... I'll give you everything..."
As he spoke, the man held the portrait tightly, and the wet ink stained his white bedclothes without knowing it.
The doors and windows of the bedroom hall were closed, and there was no wind,
The hall is dark and dreary, which makes people breathless.
Fu Sheng stood behind him and looked at the picture all over the sky. His eyes suddenly turned red.
She covered her mouth and approached slowly.
The snow-white gauze skirt swept the drawing paper on the ground and made a slight sound.
The man's body was stiff, and his muttering voice suddenly stopped.
Soon,
The fragrant soft breath is close, familiar and gentle.
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The original pure white and clean soul turned its direction and was dragged into the black fog world,
The system only collapses and goes haywire in an instant.
The mirror was completely destroyed by an invisible force.
The ball was shocked,
It stared at the mirror, turned into ash in an instant, and its fingers trembled slightly,
[this... This... This...]
The mirror is gone. How can it contact madam?!
The ball felt split by a thunder.
"No need to contact. Where is your wife now?"
The fog turned into a hand, pinched its face and turned to the Linghe river.
Above the spirit River,
A dark bubble with thick black fog slowly faded,
The white soul was dragged alive and successfully dragged in.
Despite the strong rejection of the small world, the bubbles have begun to burst.
But it's still holding on, tough and tenacious.
Tuanzi was quick in sight and quick in hand. He immediately flew to find uncle Bai.
Uncle Bai is the person in charge of managing the way of heaven in the small world. He should have a way to deal with these.
Tuanzi couldn't care to contact Fu Sheng and ran to another place quickly.
……
……
[alarm! Alarm!]
[system disorder! System disorder!]
【@!#$%^*(!@#$%^^*】
"Oh -" Fu Sheng fell on the hard ground and almost didn't hurt her.
She opened her eyes and looked around in confusion. Some didn't react.
Here is
Weiyang palace?
Fu Sheng was stunned.
Everything is the way she used to live, the furnishings, clothes, nothing has changed.
Everywhere is spotless and clean.
Fu Sheng seemed to think of something and raised his hand in an instant.
Clean, solid hands,
Obviously, she is a person now, not a soul.
Aside,
In the big bronze mirror,
The black hair falls down on the chest along the shoulder, the line of sight moves down, and the plain white belt outlines the waist, which is not full.
The beauty is pure and beautiful, with picturesque eyebrows and muscles like snow.
The purplish red lips are slightly open, spitting out a faint soft fragrance.
She covered her lips in shock and couldn't speak for a long time,
"Tuanzi, are you there?"
[alarm! Alarm!]
[system disorder - system disorder -]
[please wait...]
"..." the beauty stared at herself in the bronze mirror, confused.
She is... Noumenon.
Not old, not dead, not dead.
"..." the beauty was stunned for a moment, then raised her skirt and stood up.
The white and soft gauze skirt perfectly outlines her slender figure,
Three thousand green silk frets against the white jade like skin, and the black color difference shows an extremely amazing visual impact.
Under the beautiful water eyes, the bright red lips are as delicate and moving as roses, soft and fragrant.
She looked at the mirror for a moment, suddenly turned and ran out.
Her pace was very urgent, and her gauze skirt was flying like a beautiful little butterfly.
Take a familiar turn and leave Weiyang palace.
Soon,
The gate of the Qianqing palace was displayed in front of us.
There are layers of armor guards at the door, holding hands and heavily guarded.
Fu Sheng closed his eyes and meditated in his heart,
The next second,
Her figure disappeared.
……
In the dark bedroom,
The skinny man sat on the ground, holding the portrait and smiling,
His hair was messy, his eye sockets were deep, and his bloodshot eyes were dull and dead.
There was no blood on Lei's white face, and his dry lips were grinning all the time, smiling gently and treacherously.
"You're here... You'll come..."
"When you come... I'll give you everything..."
As he spoke, the man held the portrait tightly, and the wet ink stained his white bedclothes without knowing it.
The doors and windows of the bedroom hall were closed, and there was no wind,
The hall is dark and dreary, which makes people breathless.
Fu Sheng stood behind him and looked at the picture all over the sky. His eyes suddenly turned red.
She covered her mouth and approached slowly.
The snow-white gauze skirt swept the drawing paper on the ground and made a slight sound.
The man's body was stiff, and his muttering voice suddenly stopped.
Soon,
The fragrant soft breath is close, familiar and gentle.
The original pure white and clean soul turned its direction and was dragged into the black fog world,The system only collapses and goes haywire in an instant.The mirror was completely destroyed by an invisible force.The ball was shocked,It stared at the mirror, turned into ash in an instant, and its fingers trembled slightly,this... This... This...The mirror is gone. How can it contact madam?!The ball felt split by a thunder."No need to contact. Where is your wife now?"The fog turned into a hand, pinched its face and turned to the Linghe river.Above the spirit River,A dark bubble with thick black fog slowly faded,The white soul was dragged alive and successfully dragged in.Despite the strong rejection of the small world, the bubbles have begun to burst.But it's still holding on, tough and tenacious.Tuanzi was quick in sight and quick in hand. He immediately flew to find uncle Bai.Uncle Bai is the person in charge of managing the way of heaven in the small world. He should have a way to deal with these.Tuanzi couldn't care to contact Fu Sheng and ran to another place quickly.alarm! Alarm!system disorder! System disorder!@!#$%^*!@#$%^^*"Oh -" Fu Sheng fell on the hard ground and almost didn't hurt her.She opened her eyes and looked around in confusion. Some didn't react.Here isWeiyang palace?Fu Sheng was stunned.Everything is the way she used to live, the furnishings, clothes, nothing has changed.Everywhere is spotless and clean.Fu Sheng seemed to think of something and raised his hand in an instant.Clean, solid hands,Obviously, she is a person now, not a soul.Aside,In the big bronze mirror,The black hair falls down on the chest along the shoulder, the line of sight moves down, and the plain white belt outlines the waist, which is not full.The beauty is pure and beautiful, with picturesque eyebrows and muscles like snow.The purplish red lips are slightly open, spitting out a faint soft fragrance.She covered her lips in shock and couldn't speak for a long time,"Tuanzi, are you there?"alarm! Alarm!system disorder - system disorder -please wait..."..." the beauty stared at herself in the bronze mirror, confused.She is... Noumenon.Not old, not dead, not dead."..." the beauty was stunned for a moment, then raised her skirt and stood up.The white and soft gauze skirt perfectly outlines her slender figure,Three thousand green silk frets against the white jade like skin, and the black color difference shows an extremely amazing visual impact.Under the beautiful water eyes, the bright red lips are as delicate and moving as roses, soft and fragrant.She looked at the mirror for a moment, suddenly turned and ran out.Her pace was very urgent, and her gauze skirt was flying like a beautiful little butterfly.Take a familiar turn and leave Weiyang palace.Soon,The gate of the Qianqing palace was displayed in front of us.There are layers of armor guards at the door, holding hands and heavily guarded.Fu Sheng closed his eyes and meditated in his heart,The next second,Her figure disappeared.In the dark bedroom,The skinny man sat on the ground, holding the portrait and smiling,His hair was messy, his eye sockets were deep, and his bloodshot eyes were dull and dead.There was no blood on Lei's white face, and his dry lips were grinning all the time, smiling gently and treacherously."You're here... You'll come...""When you come... I'll give you everything..."As he spoke, the man held the portrait tightly, and the wet ink stained his white bedclothes without knowing it.The doors and windows of the bedroom hall were closed, and there was no wind,The hall is dark and dreary, which makes people breathless.Fu Sheng stood behind him and looked at the picture all over the sky. His eyes suddenly turned red.She covered her mouth and approached slowly.The snow-white gauze skirt swept the drawing paper on the ground and made a slight sound.The man's body was stiff, and his muttering voice suddenly stopped.Soon,The fragrant soft breath is close, familiar and gentle.
