I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

Xu Xiaolan’s face reminiscence, slowly said: “That was sixty-three years ago...”

Anlin’s heart-breaking earthquake, Shuhong and Cheng’s brother have known each other for so long?

Xu Xiaolan began to tell the story.

At that time, the Terran had not yet appeared in the mainland.

The Forty-nine Xianzong is not as prosperous as it is today, and it can only be regarded as a relatively good sect.

In the main city of Lingjian, Mengxian City, there is a top dance hall called Hongyefang.

Xuan Chengcheng was in the process of carrying out the task, through the Hongyefang, in an occasional opportunity, saw the first dance of the sword-swords of the Red Dragonfly.

A simple dance, conquered almost everyone on the field.

Xuanyuan was also shocked, and couldn't help but get up and applaud.

Shuhong also noticed Xuan Yuancheng, so it would be difficult for a good-looking man to not notice.

She smiled at him and slammed her sleeves, such as stunned, and thousands of people on the rest of the field were still reminiscing about the exhilarating smiles.

This is the first time Xuan Yuancheng and Shu Hongjun met.

Simple and hasty, but amazing enough.

Xuanyuan is very reminiscent of that dance, so during the period of the execution of the spirit sword state, I often go to Hongyefang to enjoy the dance of the red dragonfly.

Shuhong is the first dancer in Lingjian, and it is up to her to decide whether to dance or not. Some people have been in Hongyefang for ten days, and may not see her dancing once.

But I don't know if it is a coincidence.

Every day, Xuanyuan Cheng came to Hongyefang, and almost all of them appeared.

However, there is almost no communication between the two.

A bunch of red dragonfly dances, Xuanyuan is drinking and dancing, nothing more.

But it is not quite right.

Hongyefang has a spectator reward.

Xuanyuancheng is undoubtedly the first big-time winner in the spectators. A dance, the red leaf square often sends a notification from the female voice:

Thanks to Xuan Zhencheng for sending a red dragonfly dance to a sensational skin Dan...

Thanks to Xuan Zhencheng for sending a red horse dance to a horse.

Thanks to Xuan Yucheng for sending a red dragon dance to an ice spring flower...

Thanks to Xuan Zhencheng for sending a neutron warhead of Hung Hom Dance...

Yes, recognize and appreciate each other's efforts, the best way to express is to reward!

Xuanyuan sincerely likes to watch the dance of Hung Hom and dance, and the news of spending a lot of money in Lingjian, but it is a sensation, at least in the large area of ​​Lingjian State has become a relish.

A beautiful view of the Atrium.

Slightly applying powder, the woman who is extremely touching is stroking a silver bullet. The mouth whispers to himself: "What is the neutron warhead? Ah, there are instructions for use here..."

The red woman smiled and checked the instructions, and then the smile gradually solidified.

"This... is this a bomb?"

"My God! The scope of the damage can reach a hundred miles? And it does not harm the building. It only has fatal damage to the creatures. After the improvement of the array and super particles, the explosion center, the return to the power of the space. Can power also have fatal damage?"

"This gift..." The woman's face was blushing, and she screamed at the chest that was ups and downs because of excitement: "It's so expensive, it's too expensive!"

"Sister Sister, you have never been so excited after being given a gift. If you are interested in Xuanyuan, please talk to him." The girl in purple dress, holding a red woman with a smile Said the hand.

The face was blushing, and the woman in the hand stroking the neutron warhead was shy and shy, and it was the first dance singer of Jianzhou.

When she heard the girl in the purple dress, her face was redder. The white face was like a ripe apple. The soft and delicate little hand clasped the warhead. The heart seemed to be embarrassed and uneasy.

"He is not only the owner of the Forty-nine Xianzong Lingge, but also the lord of the Wanling Emperor, how honorable he is... He just came here to watch me dance, and it is only my dance, how can I I can make a lot of love and invite him to talk to me..."

"Sister! How can you look down on yourself like this?"

The girl in purple dress hates the iron and does not make a steel woman.

The red eyes were drooping and whispered: "Forget it, I... I will only dance, let me keep my best side in front of him, I can't deserve him."

"Is it because of the Sun Yat-Sen?" The purple girl suddenly asked coldly.

The red scorpion hand trembled gently, clutching the small mouth, not acknowledging or denying.

"Hey, is there a lot of sorrowful things done by Shen Rizong? There is no good person in Zongmen. I want to say, you can ask Xuanyuan to bring people to the sun and the sun!" .

The bunch of red 岚 岚 摇 摇 当 : : : : : “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ He will kill my parents immediately. Not only that, but it may also harm Xuanyuan son..."

The imaginary power may be afraid of the celestial beings and the dynasty, but he can kill people, and then tear the space to hide somewhere in the early mainland, and then continue to make waves.

"Don't you let him be at this mercy? With the threat of your parents' life, continue to be the cash machine of Ouyang Shu, give him money? Even if you want to marry him soon? Are you willing?!" The girl in purple dress looked angry.

"I have any other way, I really don't want to be tired of others..." Shuhong blushes, biting his lower lip and looking at the purple girl next to him. "If it is a little careless, that madman will even have you. Also killed together, do you know?"

The purple girl smelled a word.

"But I won't wait and see, I'm not too reconciled..." Shu Hongjun clasped the silver-white neutron warhead, and his eyes gradually emerged with a decisive color.

The days are still passing day by day.

Xuanyuan is still coming.

Both of them have a tacit understanding of a dance, an appreciation.

Xuan Yucheng’s mission has been completed.

He intends to finish the last dance and return to the Forty-nine Immortals.

On this day, Mengxian City is full of red maples, bright and burning.

A bunch of red dragonfly hits the red neon, even more dazzling than the red maple.

She is also the last dance today.

Hongyefang, tens of thousands of people look forward to.

The rose rain falls from the sky~www.readwn.com~The red dragonfly appears from the huge red flower bud.

The air suddenly became quiet.

Everyone was astonished by the woman’s face, and she forgot her words.

She has conquered all the audience even if she did not start dancing.

Today, she was dressed up and sensationalized the entire Red Leaf Square.

"God, the clothes of Hung Hom are too beautiful!"

"Beauty with red makeup, wonderful, wonderful!!"

“Do you think her dress is like a wedding dress?”

"Haha... the illusion, the style is a bit like it!"

Xuanyuan sincerely looked at the woman on the stage, but also slightly lost.

I don’t know if it’s intentional or unintentional. I swept through the place where Xuanyuan was sitting and looked at it.

But in a second, I saw the red sleeves thrown into the air, the lotus steps moved lightly, and the red dragonfly danced gracefully in the beautiful melody.

This is a solo dance and her last dance.

Long sleeves dance, the manners are thousands.

The body of the ice muscle jade skin contains the tension of resistance. Every movement is soft and soft, like flowers that are devastated by wind and rain, and grass that is still tenacious after numerous disasters. Gives a pitiful but tenacious sense of contradiction.

The ink hair flutters in the wind, and the eyes of the autumn waves linger on the soul. The crescent-shaped imprint of the eyebrows between the eyebrows embodies the whole face and shows a little noble and proud.

She wins the fairy in the rain, and she is so intoxicated and indulged.

A dance, the color of the Kyushu!

The applause on the field lasted for a long time.

The voice of the voiced woman appeared again on the stage.

“Thanks to Xuan Chengcheng for sending an anti-matter yin and yang warhead from Hung Hom Dance...”

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