Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3415 What if the disciple always wants to deceive the teacher (6)

The moment   Ran Bai approached him, she smiled at Yu Chen unclearly, the arc of Yanran's thin lips provoked like a smile but not a smile, which was indescribably bad.

  At that moment, she stretched out her hand to pull on the snow-white belt of the young fairy without warning!

  Yu Chen's movements paused for a moment, and then coldly grabbed the person's wrist and pulled him over.

  Ranbai used her strength to accidentally push the person against the trunk of the peach tree next to her, and directly tore off the gentleman's waistband. His white clothes were loosened, like clouds and snow, as if pouring moonlight and frost.

  And the girl's beautiful and beautiful lips, in a moment of stagnation, pressed against the thin, cold-colored lips of Xianjun.

  Time seems to be still at that moment, with the air freezing, the atmosphere is silent, but it seems to be slowly raising the murderous intent.

  Xianjun Yu Chen has never encountered such a thing in his life. For the first time in his life, he actually made his movement of turning Xueji slightly stiff and stopped.

  The young girl is dressed in red, her face is exquisite and gorgeous, the peach eyes under her long eyelashes seem to be drunk and affectionate, and the scent of cedar wine is lingering, everything is close at hand.

  Ranbai stretched out the tip of her tongue and licked the corners of Xianjun’s lips, and a chuckle overflowed from between her lips and teeth: “It’s a bit soft.”

  A sentence crushed in the sound of the wind fell into Yu Chen's ear clearly and audibly, and every word seemed to turn a thousand times inward.

  After finishing speaking, dyeing white did not stop at all, turned around and ran!

  She snatched Xianjun's belt and held it in her hand. She flew directly into the air with a light effort, tapping on her toes, stepping on the peach blossom trees, moving fast like shadows, and her clothes were full of wind!

  The red dress blinked in the peach blossom forest.

"Absurd!" After Xianjun reacted, he stood on the spot, his back, shoulder line and even the arc of the lower jaw stretched out cold and stiff, he was holding the sword firmly, his fingers with cold joints were white because of the force. A meal was spit out from the thin lips, as if it was cold and sharp like a blade, and the murderous intent contained in it was like an abyss.

Yu Chen rubbed his thin lips with one hand. The original pale lip color was a little abnormally red. He drew a low voice, his speech was cold, and he remained flat, but he poured cold for no reason: "Xue Ji. "

   With a sound of "Zheng——!", the cold sword came out of its sheath and rushed into the air. There was a tendency to soar up to ninety thousand miles!

  After dyeing the white kiss, she ran away. There is nothing that Qinggong can catch up with her, otherwise, wouldn't it be the anger of watching a certain fairy waking up.

but……

  I don’t want to chase her to stab her.

  The girl tilted her head and looked lazily at the ancient divine sword that was chasing after her. The coldness contained in it made people fall into an ice cave, frozen in ice.

  She was evasive a few times, and seeing that Xue Ji did not stop at all, she didn't want to fight, so she didn't care about it, and flew directly out of the peach blossom forest.

  The sharp blade swept across the air, and directly cut off a blood jade that was falling on the white waist. At one end of the red rope, the blood jade fell directly from mid-air!

  That blood jade...

   Ran Bai stared at him,

No matter   ,

  It’s okay to be a meeting ceremony.

  After leaving the ten-mile peach forest, Ranbai stood unscathed outside the formation, watching the grand peach blossom festival, but Xue Ji was nowhere to be seen.

  At that time,

  The depths of the peach forest.

Behind the young fairy Jun is the cold spring and fairy mist, thousands of peach blossoms and crimson clouds, ten miles of spring breeze, and the picturesque scenery, but half of his color is not as good as his color. It is a pity that the sense of oppression is cold and sharp, and contains the laws of heaven, which is very impressive. Don't dare to be offended at all.

  The sound of the sword sounded, and the snow fell back into the sheath.

  A blood jade fell into Yu Chen's hands.

  Xianjun lowered his eyes slightly, his pupils were as deep as eternal night, in which the ancient well was waveless, the still water was deep, and the end of his eyes outlined the cycle of the sun and the moon.

  The white coat, in the misty peach forest, is getting more and more dusty.

After Ranbai left Taolin and returned to the wooden house, she suddenly remembered that she seemed to have forgotten something.

  But it was relieved in a moment.

  Everything is alive.

   Fend for itself.

  Seal: "..."

  What is the devil's truth?

  Fortunately, a certain treasure hunter was very upbeat, and it came back alive!

  After seeing the white-dyed figure, she ran over with excitement, jumping in front of her with excitement, dancing with her hands, her golden eyes burst out with the ultimate light.

Dye Bai was silent for a while.

"……Epileptic?"

  Treasure Hunter: "..."

  In fact,

  Dyeing white has a not-so-good feeling.

   And this feeling got formal when I saw the extra things in the wooden house.

  The monster horn, lying quietly on the ground.

  From the horns, you can see the high level of the beasts. Don’t underestimate the horns. It can be used as medicine and refining tools. It contains rich spiritual power belonging to high-level beasts, an extraordinary product.

  Ranbai would never believe that this was obtained by the treasure hunter's own power to pick the monsters alone.

  At that time, when he was fighting with Xianjun, the treasure hunter was indeed not there.

   Ran Bai stared at the animal horn that was still sealed with surging and rich spiritual power, and suddenly felt a little bit finished.

  Meeting for the first time,

  She not only trespassed into the peach blossom forest, but also destroyed the formations under the fairy monarch's cloth, and then directly ran into the scene of the fairy monarch bathing in the cold spring, and she was very likely to become a person who spied and bathed in the other's heart.

  And this is not the end.

  She also whistled at Xianjun, took a sword to fight with others, pulled off Xianjun's belt and snatched it away, and kissed him before leaving.

finally,

  This little mouse also took advantage of her fight with Xianjun, and a quiet Mimi snatched away Xianjun's animal horns that might be used as medicine or refining tools.

  Count down this pile one by one,

  How do you think there is no room for relaxation.

  If she is the other person, she might greet her with a sword next time she meets.

  Ranbai thought about the young fairy in white clothes, like snow, with a solemn ascetic appearance, and a high sense of oppression.

  "……"

  Destroy it.

annoyed.

  Feng Luo couldn't help but scornfully said: "Host, you probably just flirted with it for a while, afterwards the crematorium."

  Then she sealed it in exchange for a ruthless word dyed with white: "Go away."

  The treasure hunter is still unknown. So, standing happily in circles, holding the horns contentedly, it looks like he has earned the first pot of gold in his life.

   is actually the same.

  Two days later,

As the sun sets, half of the sky is covered by the light and shadow of the evening. The pale ink green hills and peach forests all over seem to be fainted with shallow gold. The petals of the peach blossoms falling in the air seem to be painted with a layer of gold, like a **** copper. He traced his eyebrows carefully in front of the mirror, with a hint of shyness hidden in his eyes.

   Outside the plain and concise wooden house, there are forests of peach trees.

  The hem of the red dress falls down one after another, elegant and flamboyant.

The demon girl lazily leaned against the tree trunk, her boots stepped on a branch of the peach tree in the air, half leaning against the peach tree, half of her face hidden in the shadow of clusters of peach blossoms, half of her face basking in the sun. In the afterglow.

  A drop of sparkling wine slid down the arc of the girl’s delicate white jaw.

  Ranbai finished drinking the last jar of peach blossom wine. She leaned against the tree trunk, with her long legs bent, lazy and presumptuous, looking down and wiping the saber.

  (End of this chapter)