Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 479 Cultivating Immortals: The Soft and Cute Disciple of Master Qing Leng (53)

  夙yi stared at the white dyeing as he followed the distance, as if the whole world was only dyed white.

  Ranbai walked to Su Yi and said a word in a very clear and indifferent voice.

  One sentence,

  Ling Suiyi regained hope.

  Seal: "..."

  Host, hello pit.

  Until Qiu Yi left.

  It seems that the rain has gradually stopped, pattering until it stops.

  Dyeing white, squinted his eyes slightly, and looked up at the clear blue sky.

  ——

  In a blink of an eye,

  Three years have passed.

  Three years,

  In the world of cultivating immortals, it is not worth mentioning.

   But a lot of things happened.

E.g,

  The demons are occupied by a mysterious boy, and they are respected.

  Qing Xianzong, the four elders of Mo Youlian worshiped as teachers, and the battle with Mo Youzi was born.

  The Albizia Sect grew stronger and stronger, and the Saint Ye Ruixiu was unfathomable.

  Many, many things.

   gradually fades over time.

  Mo Youzi's hatred value is full.

   has already plundered the system.

  Feng Luo fell asleep, absorbing energy.

  Mozu,

  In the main hall.

  A man dressed in a purple robe, slender and tall, with a jade crown and tied hair. The superbly crafted facial features are as finely carved from the sky, the narrow and deep Danfeng eyes seem to contain black mist, swallowing people in the blink of an eye.

  Suddenly,

  夙yi.

  "Shangzun, Shangxian Yunbai didn't do anything today, just..."

  The man who came in to report was a bit weird.

  Suiyi's expression is careless, and her jet-black eyes will only fluctuate when she hears about dyeing white.

"Say."

  The man said weirdly,

  "Shangxian Yunbai caught a few monsters today and made them. Well, one, very creative, creative, and dishes. Feed them to the monsters, and then all the monsters spit out on the spot."

  夙yi suddenly chuckled. It seemed that she had done barbecue once in Warcraft Valley at that time.

Although,

   is very peculiar.

  Dyeing white: Ha ha!

   Hearing a small sound overflowing from Su Yi's throat, the informant lowered his head.

  夙yi.

   was parachuted to the demons from a year ago.

  At that time.

   Directly wound all the strong of the Demon Race.

  All the demons still have a deep memory of the scenes that day.

  The man wears a purple robes and squats, he is unparalleled, standing in the void, and the inherently expensive pressure makes people unconsciously ups and downs.

  "From now on, the deity will be your king!"

  It took a year.

  Suiyi cleaned the demons from top to bottom.

  Finally, the entire demons have been sorted out.

   "Go down."

   Hearing Su Yi's casual tone, the subordinate who told him did not dare to say anything, and left his head down.

   Suyi turned and left the hall.

  That flower and tree.

   is all made according to the Jingyuegu format!

  夙yi walked into the study room,

  The red sandalwood retro-patterned desk and the walls are full of portraits.

  All are white girls.

  Dye white.

  夙Yi's eyes deepened, and his slender jade-like fingers rubbed the portrait.

  It seems,

  This way, the temperature of the person can be touched.

he,

  I really miss her.

Want it so so much.

  Suiyi walked to the desk and picked up the pen and ink.

  It outlines a woman in a very natural and smooth stroke.

  Every move is full of nostalgic atmosphere.

  Until the figure of the woman in the portrait comes out.

   lifelike, just like a real person.

  Sui Yi looked at the woman in the portrait startledly.

  Wearing white clothes, it is unparalleled in the world.

  Three thousand green silk, extremely supple.

  Icy eyes, unkind.

  Dyeing white: "..."

  It's really like the main hall.

  Three years.

  Suiyi has been restraining herself.

  Don't think about that person, don't go to see that person.

But,

  Whenever night falls, toss and turn.

   came to mind,

   is all whitening every move.

   Suyi's jet-black eyes are overflowing with tender and lingering nostalgia, which can't conceal the deep love.

  How much affection is it? Born for you.

  "White, white..."

  The name of intimacy lingers from the thin lips of Su Yi,

  With unspeakable affection, nostalgia.

  　 2 more, the next one, at six o'clock in the evening.

  (End of this chapter)