This is not reasonable!
It stands to reason that it is much easier to kill the two-headed dragon with the strength of Yan Yue's fusion period than Guan Yu's warm wine to kill Hua Xiong.
Could it be that the two-headed dragon hides its strength, and the plot will evolve into a two-headed dragon slaying Yanyue with wine
That's not right either.
Bai Lian glanced at Mission 2.
After she rejected Yan Yue, the task of eliminating the two-headed dragon fell on her head.
If the two-headed dragon is really strong enough to kill the immortal cultivator in the fusion stage, the reward for the second task must not be the basic attribute points.
The problem was not in Yan Yue's strength.
Bai Lian hesitated for a while and chose task two.
"Master Yan, thank you for your kindness, but I want to ask the two-headed dragon for advice in person. For me, this is a rare trial."
Yan Yue stared at Bai Lian, her eyes getting hotter as she looked.
She was emotional.
What a wonderful kid this is!
She dared to be 100% sure that if it was her disciples who were standing in front of her at this time, those guys would definitely agree with her proposal happily, and then praise her again.
But Bai Lian is different.
[Rare trial]
Check it out.
What a conscious word.
Bai Lian's achievements today are not only because of her high talent, but also because she has a mentality far beyond ordinary people!
This kind of mentality made her not at all confused on the road of cultivation, even if the demons saw her, they had to detour.
on the front
Isn't that suicide
Ugh.
Yan Yue sighed.
She wanted to hold Bai Lian in her arms and told her affectionately, you don't have to work hard, Sister Yan will take care of you.
But she didn't dare, being rejected harshly was a very embarrassing thing.
Yan Yue said: "Don't force yourself, if you encounter difficulties, you can come to me at any time."
The flower demon can escape from the double-headed dragon, which proves that the strength of the double-headed dragon is not very good, so she is not worried that Bai Lian will be in danger.
Bai Lian was moved by Yan Yue's attitude: "Thank you, Uncle Yan."
She was about to return to Qiongming Peak, but at this moment, she suddenly remembered the painting hanging in the room.
She turned around and asked, "Master Yan, have you painted for my master before?"
"painting?"
When Yan Yue was still struggling, the ancestor of the blood tree sold her decisively: "Not only did she paint, but she also painted a lot."
Yan Yue said angrily, "Shut up for me!"
The ancestor of the blood tree just laughed, let you stab so hard just now, I want to expose your shortcomings!
Yan Yue's demeanor suddenly became coy: "I did, but I wasn't sensible back then, how did you know about it?"
If she was sensible at that time, even if she sealed the pen and interrupted her hand, she would never have painted a picture for An Lan!
Bai Lian said: "Master gave me a painting a few days ago. She didn't say who painted it, but I saw Master Yan's seal on the painting."
Yan Yue hurriedly asked, "What kind of painting is it?"
Bai Lian drew a rhythm of water in front of him, and the painting slowly emerged in the washing waves.
Yan Yue looked at it like this.
Seeing her body trembled.
She remembered what happened many years ago, and An Lan told her that the painting had been lost.
"Don't give me anything in the future. It takes up space. I have to organize it for half a day every time."
Does it take up space
Yan Yue's excited heart first cooled down quickly, and then began to collapse.
Don't paint anymore.
She doesn't want to paint anymore!
After a long time, until today, Bai Lian suddenly told her that the painting was actually kept by An Lan.
What is this all about
Yan Yue didn't return to her senses for a long time.
"Master Yan?" Bai Lian tried to shout.
After a long while, Yan Yue calmed down her turbulent chest: "Yes, this painting was painted by me."
really.
Bai Lian wanted to know more about it, but Yan Yue said anxiously, "I think I have something to do, so I won't accompany you anymore."
"Master Yan, go do your own work."
Yan Yue left in a hurry.
The back was a little embarrassed for a while.
It didn't take long for Bai Lian to hear an annoyed scolding: "You don't practice cultivation in the daytime, and you actually wander around. Look at Bai Lian, and look at yourself, don't you feel ashamed?"
"… "
Bai Lian felt guilty for a while.
You don't want to draw hatred!
At this time, the ancestor of the blood tree suddenly said: "Do you want to know the relationship between your master and Yan Yue?"
this…
There is a book hanging on the branch that the ancestor of the blood tree came out of.
Bai Lian thought, it must be the [Evil Book] that charms people's hearts!
The ancestor of the blood tree showed a devilish smile: "This is the diary that Yan Yue wrote when she was a child. She burned the diary, but I made a copy before burning it, and I also wrote a note on it."
"… "
Bai Lian took the book solemnly.
How can the matter of reconciling the conflicts of the elders be called voyeurism
"I'll take it back and see!"
Bai Lian took Tutu and fled Zhu Yanfeng.
She never expected that she would finally find an opportunity to communicate with Yan Yue in depth.
Looking at Bai Lian's retreating back, the ancestor of the blood tree shook the canopy slightly.
It was raised by Yan Yue. On the other hand, Yan Yue was also raised by it, and she regarded Yan Yue as her younger sister.
Although they quarreled every day and fought every now and then, it never hated Yan Yue.
If possible, it hopes that Yan Yue will never leave regrets in her heart.
"Look slowly."
The ancestor of the blood tree sighed.
Chapter 9 Yan Yue's Diary
On the way back to Qiongming Peak, Tutu put the flower demon on his head, looking like his head had blossomed.
The flower demon wiggled and felt very uneasy, but after Tutu adjusted its position with its ears, it calmed down.
"Sister."
At the gate of the courtyard, Xiao Jinse, who was closing the door, suddenly turned his eyes away when he saw Bai Lian who came suddenly.
so close!
right.
bunny.
She stared at the bunny with light footsteps.