Twin martial souls, full level charm, enchantress please respect yourself

"How can it be!!"

"What a price this boy paid for his unfavorable luck to be able to fight against the evil star!"

"This is impossible!!"

Not to mention that hundreds of thousands of people below were stunned and unable to understand.

Even the suzerains and emperors on the sky looked sideways in surprise.

"Wu Ming has already confirmed that he is the one favored by God. He is uniquely blessed by nature."

"How can the fate of the lone star of Tiansha be so easily resisted?"

The master of the dark temple said to himself in surprise: "Berry's bad luck was contained by this kid's luck, did it not hurt anyone else?"

The White Tiger Emperor squinted his eyes and asked: "Is this son also a favored one by the gods? Old Canglong Dog, you have hidden it deeply enough."

Emperor Canglong was also full of surprises in his heart, half-closed his eyes, and said lazily and dejectedly: "Is it possible, he is simply lucky."

Lin Dingtian's mouth twitched.

Good luck is not so good.

He suddenly remembered the legend recorded in ancient books.

The strongest celestial arrogance in ancient and modern times is nothing more than a god-favored person who awakens mysterious powers with all kinds of strange things.

But other than that, there is also a kind of person who can stand shoulder to shoulder with the favored ones.

That is the Son of Destiny who is born every time the Hunwu Continent is in danger.

Lin Dingtian's heart was shocked. When he looked at Luo Fanchen again, the strange feeling of disgust that the little yellow-haired man came to harm his girl disappeared, and he became more pleasing to the eye.

Well,

Dad, this is too realistic! !

On the stage, Fenmao Yujie herself was also very surprised.

Why does she want to live in the black robe, under the mask, because she thinks she is not worthy of living in the sun.

No matter where she goes, even if the subjective consciousness does not want to hurt people, it will bring bad luck and death to countless people.

grandma died

dad died...

Mom is dead too...

If it hadn't been for Master's advice, your life would have been purchased at the expense of the entire clan.

They are dead, so you have to live well.

As a person favored by God, you have your own mission to do.

Without these reasons, Sister Fenmao herself would not have wanted to live alone in this world.

The thing she fears the most is seeing someone being beaten to death by her.

Died tragically in front of himself.

Nowadays,

It was the first time she took off her mask in public, but no one died.

And all of this was because the somewhat domineering and unreasonable young man on the other side had great luck, and he forcibly offset her bad luck.

The pink-haired royal sister looked at the dark night sky with her gray eyes, regret flashing through her beautiful eyes.

"Unfortunately, it's Heitian."

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen sunshine...

After self-awakening at the age of six?

Most of the time, I can't take off the mask. Sometimes I don't want to, and there are inner demons, so I can't take off the mask after wearing it for a long time.

Luo Fanchen asked bluntly: "Sister, what is the matter with the figure in the black mist behind you?"

Fenmao Yujie retracted her gaze and agreed: "I was the one who made a slip of the tongue earlier."

"You are stronger than I thought."

She glanced back: "Did you say it?"

"Ever since I became sensible, I have been following this phantom behind me."

"Only I can see it before awakening."

"I don't know where it came from, let alone where it's going."

"I only know that it is the source of all my pain and misfortune."

Luo Fanchen secretly thought about strange things.

Fenmao Yujie's words showed no emotional fluctuations, as if she had long been numb.

When passers-by look up at the genius' strength, the genius is also bearing her misfortune.

Luo Fanchen sighed secretly:

Thank you Tongzi!

Thank you to our ancestors for blessing us!

The pink-haired royal sister has pink nails, her smooth and white hands are clasped together, her pink hair is flying, and there seems to be a hint of hope in her beautiful gray eyes.

"I hope you can catch this bow!"

"sough--"

Thunder billowed, the ground trembled, black mist roared, and violent voices were loud.

The slender figure in the black mist became more and more clear, and the bad luck was strong.

Everyone was terrified and terrified.

I was afraid that Chi Yu would be harmed, but it seemed too late to escape now.

"Four prayers to the death calamity, the soul flies away!"

Luo Fanchen's movements were almost in sync with Pink-haired Sister's, exactly the same.

The expression is majestic and solemn, and the eyes are full of golden luck.

Put your hands together and bow forward.

"The cycle of yin and yang is endless!!"

Yang Jinghong howled in the audience: "Holy shit, a husband and wife are worshiping each other?"

The young people in the society looked wonderful: "God stepping on the horse and the couple worshiping each other, absolutely!"

Ye Longhe had a wonderful expression: "What's the name of this skill? When did foster father learn it?"

The princess rolled her eyes, feeling inexplicably jealous: "Don't ask, just ask this stinky man just to pretend."

Ye Longhe and others: "Ah..."

"boom!!!"

The Golden Dragon Scaled Claws of Good Luck burst into golden light, carrying auspicious luck, and collided with the slim figure in the black mist from the void, and they exploded silently, changing the face of the situation.

"A court of justice?"

"This……"

The evenly divided situation shocked everyone, and they didn't have time to recover.

Mutation mutation.

A dragon roar came out of Luo Fanchen's body again, and the Luck Golden Dragon instantly suppressed the Black Mist Dharma.

"Ok?"

This time, Ye Longhe's blood was beating wildly, and Emperor Canglong seemed to feel something in his heart, and a bright light burst out from his eyes, staring at Luo Fanchen.

The black mist of bad luck that filled the sky was actually compressed back into the pink-haired sister's body in front of the shocked eyes of the audience, and was tightly sealed inside, making it difficult to come out to cause trouble.

Fenmao Yujie stared blankly at all this with cold and gray eyes.

The warm golden light touched her skin and penetrated.

The tall and straight young man walking slowly from the golden light was reflected in the gray eyes.

The young man walked up to her and stood close to her. He did not shy away from the outside and was not shy. He was very casual and looked at her carefully.

"Pity."

Wuming asked hoarsely: "What's such a pity."

Luo Fanchen shook his head regretfully: "Isn't it a pity that such a beautiful face is hidden under a mask and the pearl is covered in dust?"

Wuming sneered: "You are so brave. You can suppress me for a while, but not for the rest of your life."

When Luo Fanchen heard the sound, his brain suddenly twitched, and he reached out his big hand out of nowhere.

He pinched the cheek of the impotent and invisible lady hard.

Fenmao Yujie's delicate body trembled, her gray eyes fixed on Luo Fanchen.

not anger,

nor shame,

Not even like it,

But a very strange and complicated feeling.

Since Ke killed everyone, no one dared to get close to her.

Touch her?

Don't want to live anymore?

It's going to explode at a glance, why not hold hands and go to the west with a white crane?

"Fuck?"

"Fuck??"

The hundreds of thousands of spectators in the audience all opened their mouths wide, watching Luo Fanchen's astonishing move, with thunder in their minds.

The social youth said blankly: "I am shocked, what kind of performance is this?"

Yang Jinghong's lips trembled: "Brother-in-law is so brave that he is the best in the three armies!"

Bai Yingyue gritted her silver teeth tightly, and the princess's black silk was torn...

Yang Tingjun's heart trembled, he couldn't let this "yellow hair" harm my precious daughter.

Lin Dingtian felt that his whole body was not well.

King Tianwu hardened his fist.

The Lord of the Dark Temple stood up suddenly: "Let go of your hands, kid!!"

Luo Fanchen moved gracefully and calmly without any guilt. He put the mask back on the pink-haired goddess and said to himself: "You can kill others, but you can't kill me."

"If you want, you don't need to hide from me in the future."

"The sunshine and the world belong not only to others, but also to you."

After saying this, the audience outside the venue was still confused.

Nameless in the arena,

His expression was invisible, and the fingers hanging down under his clothes seemed to be trembling slightly.

"Referee, I surrender to the Dark Temple."

The referee was stunned.

what's going on.

You haven't cast a soul skill yet, so you cast it now?

The Lord of the Dark Temple stood straight on the sky, looking not at peace.

This kid is playing dirty? ? ?

When the referee declared Luo Fanchen the winner, the whole audience was in an uproar.

The Dark Temple's undefeated record was just broken?

A record that has never been broken by a young man who does not come from any family?

Luo Fanchen was also a little surprised. How many geniuses would surrender willingly?

"It's okay to vote."

"I really don't like hitting women, especially soft girls."

"Wu Ming, then we'll meet again by fate."

Luo Fanchen waved his sleeves, not taking away a single cloud, and said goodbye gracefully, without any nostalgia.

Looking at the man's back, Wuming took a few quiet breaths before speaking.

The hoarse and dry voice disappeared, replaced by the murmur of clear springs and the melodious voice of orioles singing, which made people feel refreshed.

"My name is not Wuming."

Luo Fanchen stopped, but didn't look back.

The pink-haired goddess wearing a mask ignored the hundreds of thousands of strange eyes around her, and continued to say to herself:

"My name is--"

"Berry."

"Remember, it's not unlucky luck!!"

"Because my mother told me that no matter how hard things come, one day, life will be like a ripe blueberry. After all the hardships, the sweetness comes, and it is sweet!"

At the end of her speech, her voice was still poignant and cold, but invisibly, it gained a bit more emphasis.

I don’t know if it’s to cheer myself up or something else…