Immortal Voices

From the day that Rong's family disappeared, Rong Xian's life turned a corner. What she wanted to do before was to end the suppression of the unfree life in the magic devil and set aside the deal with heaven.

No one can hurt her any more, nothing can control her.

No matter whether she is a demon who spreads all over the world when she is the master of the heart, or travels to the four states as a doctor Rong, she is making the world a little bit her own.

Her own scenery is far more dazzling than hers.

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What she wants to do now seems to be the only punishment for the traitors.

Rong Xian's mouth was slightly upturned, her smile was bright and soft, and she was still the kind and pure doctor Dr. Rong. No one saw her paranoia.

She looked up at the bright red cinnabar mole that Shen Jiu's eyebrows thought, thinking silently: Well, she could also retrieve the sword emperor's essence.

He was most concerned about her long-term lingering ambiguity when she heard what she said, but didn't hear her clearly. He asked in wonder: "Xiao Xian, what did you just say?"

Rong Xian caressed the wrinkles that did not exist on his clothes, and Shi Shiran said, "I said, the tea that the old man gave me, I would soak it for a long time after I return."

Shen Jiuliu: "..."

"Kuyuu doesn't want the elderly to be disappointed, right?" Rong Xian blinked, hopefully.

Shen Jiulu silently said, "But that's for you."

Rong Xian showed a bright smile like Xiahua, and he lingered to Shen Jiu, who was slightly lost, "How long is Kusui as unfamiliar with me, mine is not yours."

This smile flashed the long time of God and left a conscious nod.

Seeing his promise, Rong Xian's smile converged immediately, and slowly said, "Since Jiu Liu has promised, then take the tea bag after returning."

Shen Jiu Liu, who had returned to God, froze, and wanted to say something but couldn't say it, turning his face to red.

In the big tree not far away, Fan He looked at the men and women in front of the dilapidated house, his eyes were a little complicated.

Rong Xian is not the most beautiful, she is not high in cultivation, she is soft-hearted and gullible ...

But it is undeniable that even though this man is full of shortcomings, he has one of the biggest advantages over their monks-humanity.

Kind and beautiful, pure and warm.

She can make anyone feel warm and beautiful, and can give all hopeless people a hint of hope and strength. She is like the light but not the light, but gentle and gentle like the moonlight that everyone can't ignore. When needed, come to you and give you the courage to live.

And the monk?

Fan He sighed in the bottom of her heart. Since they started to cultivate the fairy, whether they are to cut off the red dust or not to cause causality, they have stayed away from the crowd.

They separate themselves from ordinary people, and accompany loneliness. In the pursuit of the Tao, they can never find the mentality that once was ordinary people.

Whether intentionally or not, they are completely separated from ordinary people and become two different groups.

Rong Xian is really good. She is like Tiandao who created all the best things in the world together. Just looking at her makes people feel happy and warm.

Although the master of the princes cultivated the immortals, he seemed to be cold and indifferent, but he had a soft heart.

The two were so good that she couldn't pick out any reason to stop them.

Fan He looked at Lily of the Young Sovereign with a gaze and asked softly, "Lily of the Valley, what do you like of the Young Sovereign?"

Suzuran took back her eyes that had stopped on Shen Jiuluo, and thought about it, and said, "I first met when I was a kid. When Master Kuryu told me that he would be great in the future and he would protect me, I would never see it again. Someone else. "

Fan He shook her head with a bitter smile: "Lily of the valley, so many people in Zongmen are willing to protect you, why must they be young masters?"

Suddenly, Suzuran looked at the outstanding young man not far away, and murmured, "How can there be so many people in Zongmen, why not stay for a long time."

Fan He didn't answer. Suzuran was so stubborn that she couldn't help it.

They sat silently on the tree, seeming to be thinking about something.

At the door, the sun was right above his head. Rong Xian looked at the oil-paper umbrella that was illuminated by the sun and said softly, "Long stay, it's late, we should go back."

Shen Jiuliu looked up at the time, busy carrying the medicine box on his body, picking up the oil-paper umbrella on the ground and passing it to Rong Xian, asked softly, "Is Xiao Xian hungry? Let's go for lunch."

Looking at him, he didn't seem to find the function of the umbrella, nor was it strange that Rong Xian was carrying the umbrella. Rong Xian couldn't help raising his eyebrow and smiled softly, "OK, listen to you."

At this moment, Shen Jiu Liu seemed to hear Hua Hua's voice. No one has ever been able to give him such a feeling, let him worry about him, let him be happy with his joy, worry with his grief, a smile all affect his emotions.

Rong Xian is not the most beautiful, but her every move has a classic flavor, and the mystery of ancient meaning intertwined with the present makes him turbulent.

Rong Xian is not the best, but no one can criticize her character. She is like light. She just stands there and illuminates the people close to her.

"Okay, let's go." Shen Jiu-liu heard his cold voice stained with indescribable gentleness.

The two left together, and a small head appeared behind the door. Xiaole's eyes turned and he smiled and said, "Mother, I think Dr. Rong is a good match for Brother Shen."

The woman standing behind him coughed, patted him on the back of his head, and said angrily, "Does young age know the meaning of matching?"

Xiaole ran into the backyard to cook for her sister, and murmured in her mouth, "Although I am young, I know quite a lot, does not mean that they are like husband and wife."

Outside the house, the woman watched the two of them go away, her eyes filled with blessings, hoping that the two kind people could achieve positive results.

On the big tree, Fan He saw Shen Jiuliu and Rong Xian leaving after they said, "Let's go, let's go back to the main city."

Suddenly, Suzanne saw her back in harmony.

She snorted, turned and left, and Fan He quickly followed.

On the street, Shen Jiu-Liu looked at the women around him. Although the two were just walking so blandly, he couldn't help pouring out a satisfaction, and was happier than he practiced a set of swordsmanship.

"Xiao Xian, would you like to go back to see Master with me?" Shen Jiu Liu suddenly blurted out.

The words fell, and he was aggressive, never expecting that he could say such words to Meng Lang.

This and this disagreement saw the rhythm of his parents make a blush appear on his cool and fair face.

He wanted to withdraw this sentence, but he couldn't help but desire it. He wanted to know Xiao Xian's answer. He wanted to know if Xiao Xian was in the same mood as him and whether he had the same affection for him.

Rong Xian blinked, his face calmed and she was alert.

Why did Shen Jiu Liu suddenly take her to see Shen Xi? Could it be that Shen Jiuliu found something, and wanted to borrow Shen Xi to verify or directly shot?