Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 480 Cultivating Immortals: The Soft and Cute Disciple of Master Qing Leng (54)

  夙Yi's well-knotted fingers rest on the woman in the portrait.

  I don’t know, have you ever thought about me?

but it does not matter.

  As long as I miss you.

  Sui Yi endured for three years, only listening to the reports of his subordinates every day to describe his every move.

  Now,

  Can he meet her now?

remember,

  The day three years ago,

  What she said to him,

   is still so clear.

he,

  Remember clearly.

  Don’t dare to forget, don’t forget.

  夙yi lifted her eyes, her eyes dark as ink were dim and dim.

in a blink,

   disappeared in the study.

  Qing Xianzong, Jingyue Valley.

   Immortal air is lingering, misty.

  It's hard to see the truth.

  Hundreds of flowers grow together, butterflies dance flying, just like a paradise on earth.

  The white girl, standing sideways,

   Peerless elegance and unparalleled charm.

  A moon-white wide-sleeved group, embroidered with lilac lilac on the sleeves. The collar is smudged with a faint purple, revealing a slender and graceful neck and a delicate clavicle like jade. The silver-white belt is tied around the body and outlines the slender waist.

   缥缥出尘, just like a divine residence, beautiful and majestic.

  Three thousand green silks are draped smoothly on the shoulders, the milky white skin is as silky as milk, and a few strands of ink fall on the side of the face. The white and black are extremely distinct, making the skin white as jade.

  The exquisite and beautiful face, and the delicately crafted features like a mansion, seem to be a perfect work of art. The cold eyebrows are as exquisite and expensive as ink paintings, and a pair of ink and wash eyes condenses thousands of graces, a straight nose, pale pink half-moon lips like cherry blossoms, and a delicate and delicate lower jaw.

   Thousands of pens and inks are difficult to paint its grace.

  Thousands of stars are difficult and dazzling.

  A glimpse of surprise, unforgettable in this life.

  Beside the woman, there is a kind of cat lying on the lawn, squinting the cat's eyes meekly, seeming to be enjoying the baptism of the sun.

  The whole body is white hair, soft and smooth. The hairy tail seemed to hang down slightly, the ears were slightly raised, and a pair of pure cat eyes like sapphires squinted comfortably.

   looks extremely harmless and drowsy.

  One person and one cat,

   looks extra warm.

  It's like being in an ink painting.

  Dyeing white slightly lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on the blooming lilacs.

  If you use four words to describe how dyed white is now, it would be——

  Extremely boring.

  Really, in three years.

  Yanbai can find nothing interesting except for research and experimentation.

  The only consolation is.

  Mozu, immortal way.

   seems to be at ease.

   is also more convenient for dyeing white things to do today.

  Suiyi hid behind an ancient tree spirit, and his eyes fell on the white body.

   Very close to greedy eyes,

  Affectionate, nostalgic, lingering, delicate.

  Master, I’m back.

How are you?

whether,

still remember me?

I miss you.

  I want to...

   "Host, your little disciple is back."

  The closure of the system space made a faint sound.

  Dyeing white slightly picks the distance, the dust is out of the mist.

   "I know. Why, stop sleeping?"

   Hearing the faint rhetorical question from Yan Bai, Feng Luo smiled confidantly.

   began to get more lethargic.

  Feng Luo didn't know what was going on.

  Always want to sleep.

   "Ahem, awake."

  Dyeing white seemed casual, her pale pink lips pursed with a smile.

   "The time has come."

  Fengluo:? ? ?

"What time?"

  Ranbai answered the question, and the words seemed to be smiling.

   "Isn't Su Yi here coming."

  Feng Luo: Itchy heart.

   Scratching his heart, he seems to know what his host is planning.

  What did you say to Su Yi at the time?

  Don’t even know it.

   "Host, if you think I am so cute, just tell me? Okay?"

  Feng Luo said eagerly.

  Ranbai glanced at Feng Luo, smiling but not smiling.

  "How many times have you asked this question?"

  *

  I will tell you quietly~

  The next plane has been decided~

  Name:

  Ghost teacher, please sign for bad girl

  Fairies don’t expect it?

  (End of this chapter)