Zhang Xing looked at his hands in despair, gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Song of Light!"
A washbasin-sized ball of light appeared between Zhang Xing's hands. This was a life-saving stunt that he concentrated 80% of the magic power in his body. If the three people couldn't dodge this blow, he would survive!
This move is so powerful that it can blast a big hole within a range of 30 meters. Without any precautions, people can't stop the power of such an explosion!
His calculation was good, but unfortunately, he still used the wrong target for this move.
The god of death floated over like a ghost, grabbed the light ball and pinched it, and the whole light ball shattered into pieces.
This powerful move was stillborn!
Zhang Xing's face turned pale: "The God of Light will not let you go!"
Lu Yiqian shook his finger: "Unfortunately, your God of Light, he is blind..."
Lu Yiqian raised his knife and decisively ended Zhang Xing's life!
A warm current entered Lu Yiqian's body.
Zhang Xingzhi's death would definitely attract the attention of the Guangming Temple. After all, although Qin Guojun had a faint desire to attack the Guangming Holy See, he did not take action. Lu Yiqian's killing of the Guangming Bishop was undoubtedly a hornet's nest, and troubles would continue thereafter.
The Liangzi with the Temple of Light is settled!
Lu Yiqian has no regrets, if she does it again, she will still do it!
She was originally such a person, her behavior was unruly, her personality was unruly, and she would not look back when she was determined to do something, even if it hit the south wall!
Soon to Anping Town, Yin chattered all the way, here, it got a home.
Hongjin is also excited. Here it meets its owner and is with the owner. This is also its home.
The crystal scorpion snorted coldly, but there was yearning and excitement that couldn't be concealed in his expression.
Wangcai turned into a palm-sized puppy, standing in Lu Yiqian's palm, with extreme longing in his big eyes. It used to have a home with his father, and after his father's death, that home became a huge prison.
The god of death was puzzled: "What is home?"
"Home is a warm haven, a place where you can relax and rest." Lu Yiqian replied.
The Grim Reaper stared at Lu Yiqian, thinking seriously: "What is warmth?"
This poor child, what he does every day in the Death God Realm is to collect dead souls and fight. He has never had the concept of home, and in that world without the sun, he doesn't know what warmth is.
Lu Yiqian took the hand of God of Death, and covered her slender, soft, fair little hand, and asked, "How do you feel?"
How do you feel? It's a very strange feeling. He can accurately judge the temperature of the master's hand, but the temperature seems to be higher than the temperature he knows. Wherever it goes, it's like being electrocuted. The master's hand is really soft, quite soft, being held by such a hand, it feels like floating among the clouds...
The god of death stared at Lu Yiqian's hands seriously, thinking about a great proposition: Why is the master's hands so warm and soft
He suddenly became more interested in the master, why is the master's hair so black, why are the master's lips so red, ah, what would it feel like to touch the master's face
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Lu Yiqian didn't know that God of Death's thoughts had already flown elsewhere, and she was still waiting for God of Death to answer her question.
"Miss, are you back?" Uncle Fu came to the town to check the profitability of the Chinese restaurant, when he suddenly saw the figure of the lady, his old face trembled with joy, and ran towards Lu Yiqian regardless of his age.
Lu Yiqian took away the hand that covered the god of death, and supported the overly excited old housekeeper, feeling a little moved in his heart: "Well, I'm back!"
She used to think that no one would worry about whether she would go home or not in this life, but she never thought that in another world, she would get such a feeling of caring.
As soon as Lu Yiqian's hand was taken away, Death felt empty in his hand, and when the warmth left, his hand felt cold, if this is warmth...then: "Master, the place where you are is my home! "
"Ah?!" Lu Yiqian was stunned by Death's endless words. Before she could think carefully about the meaning of these words, the Lu family happily took a group of people into the Lu family's house!
Their eldest lady is back!
Wei Mo followed behind Lu Yiqian feeling inexplicable, he, he once had a family, if the family that regarded him as a monster was considered a family, if the family that abandoned him was considered a family... He looked at Lu Yiqian's slender and The beautiful back, followed her, he secretly thought, even if he followed her back all his life, he would be willing, as long as he could be by her side.
Where there is her is his home!
Uncle Fu looked at Wei Mo and Death with a smile, and thought to himself, our eldest lady is unusual, she brought back a stunning young man as soon as she left the house, although the other young man was covered, but she only wanted to see her. That bearing must be extraordinary!
The more you look at it, the more you are satisfied, and the more you look at it, the happier you are. Uncle Fu smiled and said, "I'll get someone to clean up the room for these two gentlemen!" Just around the room of the eldest lady, there are vacant rooms. Uncle Fu twisted his beard in satisfaction, While thinking cheerfully.
After eating and washing, Lu Yiqian sat on the bed, his consciousness gradually sank.
Xingchen stood on a choppy sea with his back to her, and the sky above the sea was full of wind and clouds!
The sea, the sky and the sky, this scene is unusually open and moving, and the pride will be born from the scene, which cannot be restrained!
Xingchen turned around and looked at Lu Yiqian with satisfaction. This woman is intelligent and talented. She has only seen her in her life. Her personality and temperament are very suitable for the shocking world. In just a few months, she will be the first in the world. The style is developed from the wind and the water.
This, he did not expect. (to be continued)