Devouring The Heavens

"Shi Tian, ​​do you have any other poems? If so, can you read them to me." Ye Wushuang was so close to a man for the first time, this feeling came to Ye Wushuang It’s wonderful to talk about it, she doesn’t reject it, and sticking to Xuanyuan’s body gives her a very comfortable feeling, as if it’s like the rising dullness in the morning light, the kind of indescribable warm.

Ye Wushuang's words are very gentle, and the sound is fragrant. Every syllable has a holy rhythm, which makes people intoxicated. This makes Xuanyuan's heart unprecedentedly quiet and warm. Recalling carefully the poems he learned in his previous life, he muttered:

"That day, I closed my eyes in the scented mist of the Scripture Hall, and I suddenly heard that you recite the mantra in the Scriptures. In that month, I shook all the scriptures, not for excess, just to touch your fingertips. The long head creeps on the mountain road, not to see, but to stick to your warmth..."

Xuanyuan whispered, it seemed that there really was a Jingdian, the fragrance mist filled, there were truths, and even Peng Fei was stunned.

"I didn't expect your kid to have such a talent, have you ever stayed at the'Kek Lok Buddhist Temple'?"

"No, this is when I happened to be in a Buddhist temple, and I felt something..." Xuanyuan, with a sense of emotion, carried plagiarism to the end. Anyway, in this world, no one can know these poems, these poems are in No one in this world will pay attention, more people will only care about the magical means of violent cultivation to improve their strength.

"It's beautiful." Ye Wushuang sighed from the bottom of his heart. This is how talented people can make such poems, so haunting, so infatuating and unrepentant, in such a world, it is too rare, too many people are in I lost myself in the process of cultivation, and only wanted to live forever but forgot some of the most basic things.

"Which woman did you write the poem for? If there wasn't an attractive woman, how could you make it?" Ye Wushuang knew it.

Xuanyuan was dumb and didn't explain much, because this was not a poem he did, so he couldn't say the mood of writing words at that time.

Ye Wushuang didn't know that, seeing Xuanyuan didn't answer, only when he accepted, she smiled slightly and sighed:

"That woman is really happy, and you can make Shitian like you so much, such beautiful poetry, I can only listen to it, I envy it."

At this moment, from outside the sarcophagus, one after another, a terrible breath came and rolled together, the major forces confronted each other, with the supremacy of the supremacy, no one dared to act arrogantly. The bombardment of the Daoqi with each other is enough to cause devastating damage to this area of ​​the East China Sea. At that time, it is not known how many small schools will be devastated, and how many creatures will die. .

Those martial arts that have been passed down for tens of thousands of years, or even hundreds of thousands of years, will be wiped out in a day, and the whole army will be wiped out, without him, just because the power of the supreme weapon is too terrible, everything it can do, everything It’s all about being a fan, not to mention the collision of so many invincible weapons.