Divine Genius Healer, Abandoned Woman: Demonic Tyrant in Love with a Mad Little Consort

Ye Qingli slapped heavily on the stone beside her!

She stood up all of a sudden!

If she did not see it with her own eyes, she would not be reconciled!

Regardless of whether her guess is true or false, she must take a look!

"Hum ..."

She laughed like a night owl.

He heard Xiao He quickly shivered.

If that guy really deceived himself ...

She doesn't mind, give him a lesson!

Jun Aohan!

Ghost King!

Humph!

Several people looked at her in amazement.

I don't know how she reacted suddenly.

Ye Qingli was already flying up.

"You stay here, I will go as soon as I go!"

After that, she flew out and ran out!

A whistle called his little red horse.

Running towards Fengyi Chengdong.

Before the action, she left Jun Aohan a note.

wait for me!

If he still has a brain, he should know where he really wants him to wait for himself!

Today, your aunt grandmother unveiled your ghost mask!

Thinking of how many times he proposed to him three times, he actually said, wait a moment, there will be a chance soon ...

At that time, in his heart, I am afraid that he would have broken his stomach long ago!

He thought that the old lady had no one to marry?

Under the sky, do you have to marry you alone?

dream!

...

At this time, Jun Aohan had come to the broken temple in the east of the city.

The night is as dark as ink.

He stood under the tree, staring staringly into the distance.

Just now, he also thought of it.

Since Ye Qingli said "waiting for me".

Well, it must be in a place that both people know.

There is only one such place in Fengyi City.

If she is not dead, she will definitely come here to find herself.

He lit a lamp on the side, staring staringly into the distance.

He decided.

If she does not appear, she has been waiting here.

Wait until she appears ...

He did not find that a ghost-like figure had quietly come to the tree above his head.

The young man in white now had a breath of body.

In the night, like ghosts.

The long sword like autumn water was tightly wrapped in a white cloth.

Covered all the brilliance.

He looked quietly at Jun Aohan.

Eyes are focused and fixed.

The breath of the body seems to blend into the world.

Slowly grasped the hilt in his hand.

Jian Feng sharpened.

Just for a thunder strike!

The night was silent, and there were no bird calls.

Suddenly, a sound of horseshoes rang quickly from far and near.

Jun Aohan suddenly became nervous.

He looked up quickly and looked into the distance.

There was a moment of distraction!

Just at this time!

The body of the boy in white moved like lightning.

The white cloth on Jianfeng burst in a flash.

The bright sword edge gave off a dazzling white light.

Flying towards Jun Aohan!

The sword of man!

Jun Aohan didn't notice it at all!

At this time, his eyes looked at the distance without blinking.

A red shadow came flying like lightning.

Getting closer to him ...

The figure on the horse is very familiar ...

As long as he closed his eyes, he could outline her outline ...

Until then, his heart was completely put into his stomach!

Every cell on the whole body is completely relaxed!

She is really not dead!

Really alive!

Just like this ...

In front of yourself!