The next second, a special aroma slowly spread in the air. She just took a breath and felt her head feel heavy.
Open your eyes again, the mirror of all magic.
Dressed in red silk brocade, she walked step by step toward the most noble man in the Mirror of All Magic. He had silver hair and a face that seemed to be a masterpiece carefully carved from the best jade selected by God. He had a pair of rare blue eyes, shining with light. Dazzling light.
Ye Xuanji stretched out his hand toward her, and gently held her waist with his other hand.
There were cheers all around, and everyone toasted to celebrate that she married him.
In the silence of the night, they rolled around, hugging and kissing each other.
Everything seemed so wonderful, and the next year, they had a child, a blessing from heaven.
He has divine power since he was born, and there are two kinds of divine power, one comes from God and the other comes from demon.
"Qingqing, it's a boy."
"Well, let me see."
"She's so beautiful, so much like you!"
"There's no such thing as beautiful to describe a boy!"
"Then what do you want his name to be?"
"Name?" She was stunned for a moment and answered almost without hesitation: "How about Nian'an?"
For just a moment, she was stunned, her heart was beating wildly and uncontrollably, and her originally heavy brain gradually became clear.
Open your eyes again, the sixth floor of the Soul-Eating Tower.
The scholar standing in front of her looked at her in disbelief and exclaimed: "How is it possible? How could you leave the illusion I set up so quickly."
"Haha -" The next second, she sneered, and a sharp light flashed in her eyes as she looked at him and said: "People who cultivate immortality are troublesome. They don't dare to face him. They only like to create this kind of illusion."
If the word 'Nian'an' hadn't held an extremely important position in her heart, she might not have been able to get out so quickly.
It's even possible... that you can't get out...
"It's interesting, let's have a fight!" In the flash of lightning, the scholar picked up the folding fan in his hand and attacked her without hesitation. Luo Qingchen frowned slightly and passed her by with an easy back jump. s attack.
The next second, when she held the Feng Wu Sword again, she found that her breathing had become particularly rapid and her head felt heavy again. of
There must be something wrong with this floral scent!
"Despicable—" Luo Qingchen gritted his teeth and almost fought with him in a desperate manner.
The scholar didn't seem to expect that Luo Qingchen would be so fast, but by the time he reacted, Fengwu Sword was already at his throat.
"Pfft—" Luo Qingchen covered her chest, her mouth sweet, and a large mouthful of blood protruded.
She knew very well that the longer the fight was delayed, the more disadvantageous it would be for her, so she could only use this method of killing one thousand enemies and damaging eight hundred to herself to quickly deal with the opponent.
"Awesome, really awesome!" The scholar's eyes became cold, and black energy kept coming out of his body. He looked at her and said: "But you still have to lose, because you didn't kill me with one move."
In a duel between masters, if you don't kill the opponent quickly while having the advantage, it is very likely that the situation will reverse and you will be killed by the opponent.
Therefore, a soft-hearted person is not qualified to become a king.
"It's not that I won't kill you, but Xingtong wants me to convey something to you." Luo Qingchen's eyes were indifferent, and she looked at him as cold as frost and said, "She said she was here."
In just this moment, the black energy on the scholar's body disappeared instantly, and he fell into shock.
He grabbed her sword with trembling hands and said, "She... where is she?" (To be continued)