Female supporting style is wrong

Chapter 593 Misunderstanding Buddha (87)

Sometimes Jige feels a little funny.

She tried her best to avoid it, but she couldn't escape it, and she tried everything she could to keep it, but she had no choice but to let it go.

The woman frowned, with a hint of sarcasm in her eyes.

She sat upright and her posture was always proud.

Ten days later, thunderclouds gathered in Yingdu.

The bright purple thunder dragon rolled and surged, wandering in the black lead cloud, with a huge momentum and extremely impressive.

Fearing that this thunder catastrophe would affect the people of Yingdu and the people of the Demon Palace, Ji Ge chose a barren hill outside of Yingdu as the place to cross the catastrophe, which had been cleared beforehand.

Liuman, Fuxue and the others watched from afar, holding their breath and not daring to go forward.

If you enter the range of Lei Jie, you will be easily implicated by Lei Jie, and this level of Lei Jie is looking for death even if their cultivation is even a little bit.

Although Liuman loves to commit suicide, when it comes to the point where human power cannot do anything, she still chooses Congxin.

Can hold on who is willing to die.

Tianlang'an was crying hard, the girl's face was stained with tears, and she choked up looking at the slender figure under the thundercloud, biting her lip, and tasted a little salty smell.

Liuman and Fuxue didn't stop her, at first Fuxue couldn't bear to see the little princess being spoiled and pampered, and originally wanted to knock her unconscious, but was stopped by Liuman.

The girl hesitated and said in a deep voice, "Let her watch for the last time."

Fu Xue breathed a sigh of relief.

Ji Ge had already arranged the escape route, after she failed to cross the tribulation, Fuxue and Liuman immediately took Tianlang'an away together.

The Tianhu family has only two heirs in this generation, and one must be left behind.

She planned well, but never left a way out for herself.

There was a bit of depression in Liuman's eyes.

This thunder calamity would have come a few years ago, but Ji Ge suppressed his cultivation so much that the thunder calamity became even more ferocious.

The longer the Thunder Tribulation accumulates, the more terrifying its intensity will be.

Three days later, Lei Jie's savings were completed.

The first thunder tribulation descended.

The thunder was dazzling, and the brilliance fell, like a punishment from heaven.

Without blinking, a familiar figure suddenly flashed in front of Fuxue's eyes, she was stunned, and turned her head to look at Liuman in disbelief.

The girl shook her head at her, with an unpredictable expression: "It's good that he stays with Your Majesty."

Lei Guang dissipated, and the protective magic weapon opened the barrier for Ji Ge. She stood there with calm eyes.

There are many magic weapons in the magic palace. Even though they knew that this was a dead end with no return, Fuxue and Liuman still had a faint hope and couldn't help but search for many magic weapons for Ji Ge.

Blocking all the thunder tribulations is undoubtedly a fool's dream, but it can help Ji Ge bear the first few thunders.

From the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure that could not appear here, Ji Ge paused, his fingertips moved slightly, and the protective cover opened a small opening to let him pass.

"Why are you here?" Ji Ge frowned, and said anxiously: "Go back quickly, you shouldn't be involved in this thunder calamity."

"Shouldn't I come?" The young man said in a young voice, his slender eyelashes drooping, showing a bit of obscurity: "I should stay in the cultivation world without knowing anything, and wait until I hear the news of your death in the future, and become the heart of my life." Knot."

The ten-year-old black hair slid over the ankles, and was simply tied with a headband. The beautiful and beautiful young man looked at her with a gentle expression, and slowly bent his eyes. The corners of his eyes were as quiet as ever. Shu cold.

His skin was like snow, and his lips were like cherry blossoms. He stood there, his snow-colored cassock half-exposing his delicate collarbone, like an old dream that came suddenly, ethereal and illusory to the extreme.

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(End of this chapter)