Mystical Supreme Martial Soul

Yan Qinghan's tone was a little hard to hide.

Here, full of her memories.

At the beginning, the deacon in the palace, as her servant, was far more powerful than the current Luoshui Holy Land.

But now, only a continuous palace remains.

"No need to think too much, the glory of Daotian Pavilion will always be reproduced."

Chu Feng laughed.

"Um"

In Yan Qing's beautiful eyes, there was murderous intent.

Under the guidance of Yan Qinghan, Long Xuan quickly found an exquisite small garden.

Inside, there are pavilions and pavilions, small bridges and flowing water.

It's a beautiful place with beautiful scenery.

On the plaque in front of the attic, there are four big characters Qinghan Xiaozhu engraved.

"The clue is here, let's go in and see"

In Yan Qinghan's beautiful eyes 01, a flash of reminiscence flashed.

Obviously, there are some good memories for her here.

"You wait here, don't mess around"

Chu Feng and Yan Qinghan jumped down from Long Xuan, Chu Feng knocked on the dragon's head and warned him, for fear that he would destroy the place

"Hoo Hoo Hoo"

Long Xuan made a low sound, nodded quickly, and responded with a well-behaved look.

Chu Feng nodded slightly and stepped into Qinghan Xiaozhu with Yan Qinghan.

The spiritual energy in the small building is extremely amazing, not weaker than the immortal spirit gathering array

Yan Qinghan walked very slowly this time. Every time he went to a place, he would stop for a while.

"What's the story here?"

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little serious, Chu Feng asked with a smile, trying to ease the atmosphere.

"I lived here until I was twelve years old"

Yan Qinghan's beautiful eyes flashed slightly, and her tone was full of reminiscence. .

Chapter [-] of the main text is to cherish each other with joy, and the beautiful woman is in her arms (the fifth update is completed, please customize it)

Yan Qinghan seemed to be caught up in memories, and there was a flash of reminiscence on his cold and beautiful face.

Chu Feng was silent.

No wonder Yan Qinghan is so familiar with the secret realm of Luoshui. It turns out that it is not only because it was the other palace of Daotian Pavilion back then, but also her childhood residence.

Chu Feng and Yan Qinghan walked side by side and stopped in many places.

Then the two entered a small building. Outside the building, there were green bamboos standing upright, swaying with the wind, and the bamboo leaves fluttered and squeaked.

It has a more elegant fragrance, which makes people stop.

When he arrived here, Yan Qinghan's footsteps were obvious, and the beautiful and suffocating face flashed a bright red like a sunset.

"This is my childhood boudoir."

Yan Qinghan said, although this place was where she lived when she was a child, but now she came here with a man who was as arrogant as her, but also a bit shy.

"As monks, we should be informal."

Chu Feng suddenly smiled.

After all, he came from a modern society, so he couldn't be called an old driver, but he wouldn't have any strange thoughts because of the girl's boudoir.

Therefore, there is no impurity in his eyes. 10

Yan Qinghan is an extremely sensitive person. Seeing Chu Feng like this, his evaluation is even higher.

"It makes sense"

Yan Qinghan's face was moved, and between the slight nods, the jade hand pushed slightly, the door opened, and the fragrance became more intense, as the breeze blew past.

The two entered the room one after the other.

The layout inside is extremely mysterious, the dome is a vast galaxy map, there is a rhythm flowing, it is extraordinary, and you can feel the rhythm of the galaxy anytime, anywhere.

And on the surrounding walls, there are ancient paintings hanging, Dao Yun Tiancheng, obviously from the handwriting of famous masters

A long bed, lightly covered by tulle, is hazy and unreal.

A round table, the tea set is still neatly placed, surrounded by jade chairs, shining brightly

In the position by the window, there is a set of qin platform, standing by the window, the guqin has a magical flow, the strings are brilliant, and the brilliance is restrained.

Outside the window, there is a sea of ​​bamboo, and the greenness spreads like an ocean in the breeze, making your chest open up all of a sudden.