Female supporting style is wrong

Chapter 539 Misunderstanding Buddha (33)

Yue Jiyun calmly walked into the yard.

Ji Ge was sitting upright, and had already set up a square table and round stool in the open area of ​​the yard, waiting for Yue Jiyun's arrival.

"Master." Seeing him coming in, Ji Ge got up quickly and bowed to Yue Jiyun.

Yue Jiyun sat in front of Ji Ge calmly, and said coldly, "How is your injury?"

"It's almost done." Ji Ge replied respectfully.

The questioning between the two was rigid, dry, and full of distance.

After asking Ji Ge a few words, the man's eyes unconsciously fell on the peach hairpin on Ji Ge's head.

The hairpin is carved from pink jade, the jade is clear and delicate, the five-petal peach blossom is simple and elegant, and in the middle are small golden beads, which are crowded together like stamens, blooming gracefully.

The girl's appearance is soft and gorgeous, her black hair is like a waterfall, winding and pouring, the hair is plated with a golden halo, fluffy and stretched, she has delicate hair, long light eyebrows, and black pupils full of spring water, broken The ice had just melted, and the temperature was slightly cool, which matched the hairpin, making her even more beautiful and beautiful.

"Master?" Noticing Yue Jiyun's eyes fixed, Ji Ge took the initiative to say: "This is the hairpin that my little brother gave me."

She smiled with eyebrows and eyes crooked, "Does it look good?"

Yue Jiyun's fingers tightened subconsciously.

The man looked at the girl with the same indifferent gaze as before, and it seemed that the girl's words did not cause the slightest disturbance.

There is a line of whiteness on the center of Yue Jiyun's lips, because the color is too light, and the bright and vibrant color fades like a pear blossom. He is too lofty, the world worships him, admires him, and gives him the reputation of No. 1 in the cultivation world , he is also worthy of such a high honor title.

In the late stage of practicing Xu, he is only one step away from Mahayana. With this kind of cultivation, in the entire Three Realms, there is no one invincible except Mozun.

The Way of Forgetfulness has been cultivated to the extreme, it stands to reason that Yue Jiyun's heart should be calm.

But the tyrannical emotion in his heart gradually rose.

The man's eyes faded, he didn't answer her, and brought up another topic: "Is the century-old Dabi confident?"

Ji Ge smiled, her long hair swayed slightly, and the hairpin also swayed.

"Have."

"That's good."

Yue Jiyun got up and said nothing else.

into the night.

Yue Jiyun knew very well that this was a dream.

Cultivators have no dreams. The so-called dreams are more of omens or obsessions in their hearts.

He calmly looked at the scenery in front of him.

It is the demon palace.

Ruined walls and ruins, with dust blowing on his face, was the Demon Palace that he had been to before and had just experienced a great battle.

The slender girl came step by step from not far away. Behind her was the deep night, the stars and the moon were dark, and thick clouds piled up and stained, spreading out a large beautiful and desolate background.

And the girl's black hair is deeper than the night, her jet-black eyes, the end of her eyes are glowing red like a peach blossom, her red lips and snowy skin are the only bright colors in the boundless night.

"Master." She yelled faintly, and gradually approached.

Yue Jiyun watched coldly, motionless.

She bent her eyes, filled with hatred: "Why did you kill my father?!"

Questioning like weeping blood.

But Yue Jiyun was just silent.

After a while, he replied in a calm voice: "The general trend does."

The corner of the girl's lips twitched, as if she was smiling.

The screen turns.

In spring, peaches are in full bloom and the scenery is beautiful.

And the girl standing under the peach tree turned around and called out with a smile.

"Master."

It's Shen Ge's shouting method, the clear and sweet female voice is like a warbler singing happily.

Yue Jiyun watched her approach lightly, holding a branch of peach blossom in her hand.

Then the girl stood on tiptoe, raised her eyebrows, and kissed him on the chin.

　four shifts

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