Villain: Writing a diary becomes stronger, but the hostess design collapses

However, before he could think about it, his eyes widened in the next second! !

He only felt his back being pushed by the scorching spiritual power just now.

Then his hands slipped and landed on Ji Wanruo's waist, and he threw himself into her arms completely.

The faint scent of apricot blossoms filled his nose and mouth.

Before he could stand up straight, his cheek was gently caressed by a warm jade hand.

Then, the lips and petals also became hot.

The warm touch instantly occupied all the space in his brain.

Xiao Yan turned against the guest, and the moment he hugged her waist, his hands tightened again.

At this moment, two different waves of warmth are tightly intertwined.

Xiao Yan never liked any flowers before, but now he fell in love with the smell of apricot blossoms.

Very sweet and very warm.

5 minute later.

As the warmth receded, Xiao Yan naturally rested his chin on top of her head, and hugged the villain in his arms contentedly.

However, when he opened his eyes and saw the apricot blossoms in full bloom, he froze in place for an instant.

etc! !He...he just kissed the suzerain of the third generation! ! ! !

And it is the spirit body of the three generations of suzerains left in the secret realm! ! !

Holy shit! !

The villain in his arms seemed to have sensed the changes in Xiao Yan's body, and raised his head lazily, with water flowing in his beautiful eyes.

"Qiro, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that Xiao Yan didn't answer her for a while, Ji Wanruo was also slightly taken aback.

After a while, he raised his hand to touch Xiao Yan's cheek again, his beautiful eyes were full of reluctance and attachment.But in the end she took half a step back slowly.

Her pure white feet made ripples on the water.

"I forgot, we're all dead."

"Are you a descendant of Ye Qi? This is the Nine Travels Secret Realm, you shouldn't have come."

When Ji Wanruo finished speaking, there was no trace of her beauty and reluctance just now, only the indifference like an extinct volcano.

Xiao Yan also reacted at this moment.

It's just seven nights! !

"Disciple Xiao Yan, Qingjian Peak No.20 ninth-generation descendant, has met Sect Master Ji."

Ji Wanruo's beautiful eyes moved slightly: "Isn't your surname Ye?"

"The disciple's surname is Xiao."

Xiao Yan remembered that his cheap father in Chongmingzong was surnamed Ye, but his name was not Ye Qi, and according to the age, this Ye Qi might be the ancestor of his lineage.

However, you are a rightful suzerain, if you see the big devil come up, you will gnaw, is it polite? !

Although it was cheaper for him in the end.

However, Ji Wanruo's next words sent chills down his spine again.

"No, your surname must be Ye."

But immediately, Xiao Yan laughed.

"Okay, that disciple's surname is Ye."

After a while, Ji Wanruo also laughed while Xiao Yan was trembling crazily.

With this smile, the beautiful Xiao Yan was once again confused.

"You are really similar to him, even joking is exactly the same boring."

"However, if you said your surname is Xiao, you should be surnamed Xiao. You are a disciple of Qingjian Peak."

"Then I will teach you a set of sword dance today." After Ji Wanruo said this, she looked at Xiao Yan tenderly, but Xiao Yan also knew that he was looking at another person through his face.

It's just that Xiao Yan didn't care about it, he was just thinking, he has such a handsome face, there are still people in this world who are exactly like him, but this night is really a blessing.

However, Ji Wanruo's words turned cold again.

"Sword Dance, it's called Duan Qi."

Xiao Yan: "..."

Ji Wanruo didn't look at him anymore at this moment, she flew straight and landed on a part of the pool.

At some point, Jiuli was already in her hands.

"Made, good you Jiuli!! Traitor!"

Of course, Xiao Yan dared to curse in his heart.

The first form of the Dance of the Seven Swords, encounter.

Ji Wanruo's figure has already moved, her red clothes are fluttering, she is as graceful as a frightened bird, and as graceful as a swimming dragon.And the apricot blossoms all over the mountain seemed to sense something, gathered from the air, and then landed next to the red dress, following her dance, it was suddenly sharp and sometimes tactful.

Then, after an unknown number of moves, Jiuli stabbed out with a sword, and the sword energy brushed with apricot blossoms and brought up thousands of waves.

The second form of the Dance of the Seven Swords, Consciousness.

Hong Yi's movements suddenly sped up, big and small beads fell onto the jade plate, as if two people were whispering.

The third form is to read.

For the fourth formula, see.

The fifth style, Huan.

The sixth form is thinking.

The seventh type, break.

At the moment when the last sword was stabbed, the sword energy soared to the sky for half a step to the profound realm, and the apricot blossoms scattered all over the sky.

Xiao Yan looked at the red dress quietly, showing a wry smile.

He originally thought that this Duan Qi, Duan Nian Ye Qi, would be a decisiveness that surpasses one style, and that one style is better than another style of cruelty, coldness and killing.

But the red dress told him with his actions that the Dance of the Seven Swords was more affectionate than the other.

In the end, it is unswerving until death.

Ji Wanruo appeared in front of him after the last dance, and threw Jiuli to Xiao Yan.

"What? Look down on my sword dance?"

"Don't dare, if the suzerain is still there, it's not impossible to dance into that profound realm."

"Oh, it should be possible, but it's the first time I've used this seventh move."

Xiao Yan: "!!!!"

"Don't look, if Qilang had kissed me earlier, I might have realized the true meaning of Duan Qi a moment earlier, and I would have entered that profound realm and ascended."

"However, it's a pity that I died a long time ago, and relying on the power of this secret realm, I was able to preserve this remaining idea."

"Go and try again."

Xiao Yan blinked his eyes, flew out to where Ji Wanruo was just now, picked up Jiuli and danced.

In the first move, he remembered the tree-dong Chu Qianqian that day.

In the second move, he thought of Zishanju molesting Huo Xian'er.

In the third pose, he remembered the warm communication with the red dress just now.

However, in the fourth form, he danced halfway, and then he was unsteadily loaded into the bottom of the pool.

When he climbed out again, he saw the red-clothed man smiling at him with his beautiful eyes hanging down.

Xiao Yan made a mistake and said: "Wanwan, if you kiss me again, I might be able to dance into the sky."

"boom--"

"boom--"

"Ah-"

Three loud noises resounded through the entire Tianchi Mountain in an instant.

The first sound, Xiao Yan smashed into the bottom of the 300-meter pool, the second sound, Xiao Yan smashed through the "Dancing" hall, and the third sound, Xiao Yan smashed into the center of the dead crater.

.........

The tunnel of the underground palace of the second generation suzerain.

Hundreds of disgusting deadpools have turned into mummies at this moment.

At this moment, a figure in white was kneeling on the pile of mummy.

The intensity of his aura scared the remaining dead servants in the tunnel, and they dared not move and prostrated themselves on the ground.

After a while, he got up and tidied up his already messy white clothes.

The moment he got up, there was a loud sound of the shackles being broken.

Three realms.

He once saw a yin-yang harmonization technique in Daoxuan Holy Land.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Jiang Tianzhe's mouth.

What kind of trap is just a stepping stone on his road to success.