Fengsha Jiangshan

Chapter 35 The Birth of the Magical Soldier [1]

Zhuge Canglan said expressionlessly: "I don't have a brain."

Didn't she see that Han Weiyang deliberately provoked him and caused him to fight.

but--

So far, Zhuge Canglan has truly seen Han Weiyang's strength.

The two fought farther and farther until they could no longer be seen.

……

Yue Shanshan became nympho again, looking at the empty air, drooling and muttering:

"I... I saw it again, so beautiful... To see such a beautiful man in this life, I would die willingly..."

"Cousin, what did you see?" Yang Mingchuan wanted to slap her hard.

Zhuge Canglan looked around vigilantly, if her intuition was not right.

There should be a magic cultivator here, and his cultivation level is definitely higher than that of Heifeng Demon General.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in the air.

"You really want to?"

This voice, which is indistinguishable from male to female, is really extremely charming.

Yue Shanshan nodded excitedly: "Yes, yes, I am willing..."

"Hehe...then you go to die!"

Zhuge Canglan suddenly felt something was wrong and immediately looked at Yue Shanshan.

I saw that she still had a silly smile on her face, and her body was hissing and burning, but she... didn't seem to feel any pain.

The girl's body burned from the inside out, turning every inch of her body into ashes.

That scene made Zhuge Canglan unforgettable forever.

Yang Mingchuan was always steady, and the scene in front of him made him panic.

"Cousin... sister, cousin?"

Zhuge Canglan jumped five or six steps ahead of Yue Shanshan who was burned to ashes, and shouted coldly: "Who? Come out."

There was heat in her ears, as if someone leaned on her shoulder and blew warm air gently, but she couldn't see anything.

A charming voice whispered in her ear.

"Little girl, if you want to see me right now, you must know that everyone who has seen me is like that woman."

Zhuge Canglan's expression did not change, his body did not move, "Who are you?"

"You little girl is not afraid?"

"Why should I be afraid of you?"

Zhuge Canglan's waist tightened, and he was hugged by a pair of invisible arms, with his feet dangling in the air, standing in a strange posture.

It was as if something was slowly rubbing against her face with a seal on half of it.

"Is this gentleman from the Demon Realm? You hypocritical cultivators hate the Demon Cultivator the most."

Zhuge Canglan snorted: "There are three thousand roads, but they lead to the same goal in the end. No one is more noble than the other."

In the early days of chaos, there was no distinction between immortals and demons in the world.

The so-called immortals and demons are nothing but human hearts.

The air was silent, with a gust of wind, Zhuge Canglan seemed to smell the faint fragrance of irises.

Suddenly, the invisible big hand pulled forward.

It was as if being hugged into a warm embrace, and felt the laughter from the vibration of the chest cavity.

"Wonderful...the matter that has entangled the sentient beings of the six realms for thousands of years, but you have explained it in one word..."

"Little girl, I like your temperament very much. How about going back to the Demon Realm with me? I promise that there will be nothing else to humiliate you."

Zhuge Canglan rolled his eyes, uncle, you are definitely not abducting minors.

She looked at the air in front of her, as if in his eyes, and said word by word: "I don't need to rely on anyone."

"Okay, enough arrogance, I like it... I will give you a meeting gift. When I see you next time, I hope you have enough ability to trample all those who insult you."

Before Zhuge Canglan recovered, something soft and warm was stuck to his forehead, but it disappeared quickly.

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