The luck value is overwhelming and the horror game is panicking!

A branch of dew condenses incense, and the clouds and rain Wushan break the intestines in vain.

Taken from the great poet Li Bai's "Qingping Tune: Part II".

Borrowing the mythical story of King Wushan of Chu pampering the goddess to set off the favor received by Yang Guifei has gone beyond mythological stories.

also reflects from the side that Yang Guifei is indeed a very beautiful woman with a shocking appearance.

And now, it is even more appropriate to describe the woman in front of you.

When the holy woman in the sedan chair lifted the curtain and walked out, the surrounding onlookers instantly opened their mouths wide.

The arms as white as the moon lifted the curtain.

What caught everyone's eyes was a pair of dragon horns, and yes, the saint was a dragon girl.

On his smooth forehead, there was a pair of dragon horns as white as pearls, which looked much more orthodox than Long Fu's.

The dragon girl wore a blue gradient silk skirt with a lot of water on it, which subtly set off her charming figure, like a fairy in the sky.

The long blue hair hangs down to the waist, and is combed into a delicate bun by beaded hairpins, gently rippling in the wind, exuding a charming fragrance.

The ribbon adorned with bows gently stroked her high shoulders and danced gracefully.

The dragon girl stepped down from the sedan chair and moved in the gentle direction, walking as naturally as clouds and water, and every small movement seemed to have infinite temptation, which made people think about it.

The most charming thing is the peerless face, which makes people indulge in it at a glance.

But Wen Liang didn't care much, as if he saw an old friend, and greeted her.

Or rather, old friends.

"Han Meng, are you turning on the beauty effect? This doesn't fit your personality. "

That's right, the saintess is Han Meng.

Unlike before, she was resolute and ruthless, and her gestures were full of elegance and charm.

It's hard to imagine that in two months, Han Meng was transformed like this.

"How's that, am I beautiful?" Han

Meng turned around very confidently, raised his chin and said in a seductive tone.

"So-so.

"It's really average.

Long Fu and Li Zhuangshi hid in the distance, hooking their shoulders and whispering.

"Damn, that woman dared to seduce the good god, I really want to give her two punches!" Li

Zhuangshi said with some resentment waving his fist.

"No, you know the Holy Maiden of the Sea Clan?" asked Long Fu, tilting his head.

Li Zhuangshi didn't hide it, and nodded: "That's right, I know, my comrade-in-arms who used to be hugging the same thigh."

Long Fu was silent for a moment and spoke slowly.

"I remember some time ago, a friend of yours was brought to his house by the fourth level of power and recognized as a godson.

"Now this former comrade-in-arms is the saintess of the third-layer sea clan.

"Brother Zhuangshi, your future is limitless!" Li

Zhuangshi: "......"

He seems to be praising me, and he seems to be scolding me!

Why can Tong Ze and Han Meng do nothing, one is recognized as a godson, and the other is recognized as a saint.

The heavens are unfair!

But it's okay, the good god is here.

The sky is dead, and the good god should stand! I will swear to follow in the footsteps of the good god!

But Li Zhuangshi still didn't dare to step forward, he was afraid that Han Meng would join him, and with his current strength, he would not be able to defeat Han Meng.

It's better to hide here obediently and wait for the two of them to finish before going out.

"It's pretty and beautiful, but did you press this dragon

horn?" Wen Liang didn't care much about her beauty, just looked at the dragon horn on her head curiously, and stretched out his hand to pull it over.

In the blink of an eye.

Aunt Hai tapped the ground with her crutches, and a water-blue ripple swept over the two of them, forming a perfect protective cover.

Cut off the sight of all onlookers present.

"The saint talks to her old friend, it is not convenient to walk in the streets today, you go to find a portrait of the saint, put it on the sedan chair and continue to parade the streets.

Aunt Hai said calmly.

"Yes, Aunt Hai!"

the sea demons replied, and began to parade through the streets.

The other bystanders saw that they could no longer see the saint, so they followed the group and left the place.

inside the protective cover.

A crisp sound came.

The pair of dragon horns were successfully taken off by Wen Liang.

Han Meng's beautiful temperament just now disappeared all at once.

[Name: Aimei's fairy mother dragon horn]

[Introduction: After wearing, the race becomes a dragon and increases the user's temperament, which is only used by female and maternal characters.

[Note: The old lady is the most beautiful in the world!]

"Sure enough, you still have a beautiful face. Wen

Liang returned the dragon horn to Han Meng.

The latter pouted and took it: "My foundation is not bad, okay, as long as I practice my temperament, I am also a big beauty without this role."

"By the way, good god, I see that your profession is 'emissary', so are you from another intermediate world?"

Han Meng brought the dragon horn up again, restoring his beautiful face just now.

Wen Liang nodded: "That's right, why are you asking this?" Han

Meng immediately cried with a sad face: "Their Sea Clan has to let me give them a reborn holy daughter, if they don't want to, they can only stay in the third layer area." "

Good God, take me away!"