Immortal Devil Transformation

“You're doing well.” At Lin Xi's silent reflection, Ankoei bowed down and carefully examined Chen Twilight's wound. Looking at the wound's tight feet and pink waxy ointment, she gave a heartfelt praise to Du Zhenyi, then said softly: “Are you the descendant of Zhongzhou Du Shen Doctor? ”

Ever since Chen Twilight was stabbed in the body by a sword from the smell of the sky and the moon, Chen Twilight in a coma desperately fled, Du Zhenyi has been in a blank state with no idea what was going on around her, even Ankoye and others approaching her. At this moment, when she heard Ankoye's words, she finally came back to life. She recognized Ankoye. Wow, she cried out, "Professor An! ”

Anchor raised his eyebrows slightly.

She has always been indifferent to things other than medicine research. She changed professors. She may have known the identity and origin of Du Zhenyi long ago, but she only saw from Chen Twilight's wounds that Du Zhenyi was the descendant of Yunqin's first doctor with the book "Changing Dirty Scriptures”. She had no idea that Du Zhenyi was a student of Qingyan College. It was only this voice, Professor An, that made her react.

Professor An, Baiyu Tower and other people who did not know the identity of Ankhoei were suddenly in their hearts again. I wondered why it was so horrible to take a shot. Turns out such a young woman is already a professor of Qingyu College.

Du Zhenyi cried out, allowing Lin Xi's eyes to focus on her and Chen Twilight again... because he confirmed that the current injuries of the Prince would not die. He made it much easier in his invisibility, so he began to have time to observe and think. At this moment, he looked at Du Zhenyi and Chen Twilight, remembering first that he should have seen them at Qingyu College.

“It's him? ”

Immediately afterwards, Lin Xie caught hold of him, and he remembered that he was stopping at Goh Shinseng Hall. When the society recruited, he saw them, "Du Zhenyi? Chen Twilight?” He couldn't help but drink the names of two people.

“You knew them already?” Gao Yanan, in an extremely complex mood, looked at the sobbing Du Zhenyi and the unconscious Chen Twilight, and asked softly in Lin Xie's ear.

She had never seen Chen Twilight, nor had she seen the legendary Prince Yun Qin… Yet a few years earlier, she knew that the Emperor had planned to give her to the Prince.

Even though her father had made a statement, she was well aware that as long as the Prince was alive, the emperor's meaning would remain the biggest obstacle to her and Lin Ying's coming together in the future. It can even be said that her ability to dress Lin Xie is the only obstacle. If the Prince died now, the obstacle would no longer exist, but she also knew that if the Prince really died, she did not know what kind of radical wave would set in motion, and she could not hope the Prince would die because of this idea in her heart.

Because she had never told Lin Xi what the Emperor had always meant, Lin Xi did not know that her mood was complicated at this moment, but only smiled softly: “I met her when the college community recruited... she belonged to Sword Club, she was a good person... just told me that she was also a dirt bag...”

The more Lin Xie said about the bitter smile on her face, the stronger the meaning.

It turns out this is the biggest golden spoon in Yunqin... what Chen Twilight... turns out to be the grandson Wujiang!

Turns out the whole Yun Qin has been guessing where the prince is, has been studying at Qingyuan College.

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Smell the sky moon and Cheng Yu walking in a hurry.

Both walked in areas where the grass was tall and dense, and where it was easiest to hide.

Because both men's hearts are bright with snow. Years of outside appearance no longer prestigious Qingxian College, but still the most powerful presence in the world, doing horrible calculations and plots, silent, seemingly just between calm response, but smashing a series of heavy punches, one section of the confrontation with the royal city of Zhongzhou and nine seniors all took the upper hand to the edge of the cliff.

Between the insignificance, the smell of the moon has even felt that being here, suffering such a loss, is something in the calculations of Qingyu College.

Only if he is killed or captured will this war between him and the whole world truly end.

Since Qingyu College has already done this, it is naturally impossible to stop there and let them freely choose the next path.

Just walked for a short time, smelling the human moon and Cheng Yu stopped.

“Awesome... admire it.” Smell the moon watching those who slowly walk out of the grass ahead and spit out four words in a sincere and cold way.

Out of the grass was a handsome young man of no apparent age, dressed in a college black robe and embroidered with the professor's silver star on his cuffs.

One of his dark hair was not tied up and scattered freely behind his head. At this moment, like the long green grass in this meadow, it drifted slowly with the wind blowing from the east.

Because I can hear that the four words of this moment of the moon are not directed against me, but against the Qingyi Academy, the handsome distributor of the man's slight head, is a gift.

Heavenly Moon did not reply, looked at him indifferently, "Looks like you are the one who killed Dao Russell... I can't believe that Qingyuan College all these years, there is a person like you, what is your name? ”

Junyi the young man nodded, "Nangong stranger. ”

“I'll kill you, kill all you care about.” The smell of the moon nodded, as if to say something unusual.

“Both now and in the future, this is a very arrogant statement.” Nangong shook his head calmly: “What you really want to kill is usually some people you can't kill... so that even if you don't die, you can only let the people around you die. ”

He sniffed the moon, he stopped talking, turned around and left.

At the end of the day, Cheng Yu didn't say a word. He just looked at Nangong stranger. There were more and more spots hidden on his face, like an old man's spot kept growing out. Only the old man's spot was black, but his spot was blue.

“Even if he treats you well in the past, you are only his tools, his blade, he is just a man who is at war, and there is no good in this world for him to live.” Nangong stranger looked at the magnum whose face was about to be filled with spots. He looked at the green grass around Cheng Yu and was broken by the swollen breath of his body. He shook his head. “Why do you have to? ”

“At a time like this, it's not that complicated for me. He saved my life, and I'll give it back to him.” Cheng Yu looked at Nangong stranger and said.

Nangong stranger knows that everyone has something to hold on to, so he doesn't say much anymore, just bow down slightly, salute, and be the last to go to this opponent who deserves his respect.

Cheng Yu also bowed in earnest.

White jade-like swordlight flew out of his hand and shot at Nangong strangers.

In the face of Cheng Yu's flying sword, Nangong stranger did not use the rest of his things, but just released his golden handless sword.

Golden swordlight just circled around him, blocking every stab of white swordlight.

The white flying sword formed a white light group outside the stranger of Nangong. The sword still shows the most powerful power in the world, but the blue color on Cheng Yu's face is getting thicker and thicker. Two strands of blue blood slowly slipped off his nose.

His breathing stopped.

The white jade-like swordlight of the flying dance disappeared, the blade of the lost reliance flew somewhere and fell into the green grass bush.

The Nangong stranger once again gave a gift to the breathless Vice Commander of Bi Fang Mahall, who disappeared into the meadow.

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Today the time is very tight, and there is a big plot to come out, and the jammed shell is quite stuck. So the words would be so small, I would be careful to see so many of my book friends telling me to rest and to pay attention to my body. But at my age, the only thing I have to take on is my own, and I can't escape it. Writers are free and realistic in their profession, they don't write a day, they don't earn money, and they affect their thinking and state. Mom and Dad are retired, and I'm the only one working at home. I have to support them financially and mentally, right... as long as everyone doesn't dislike what I've been writing for the past few days, I have to go to the hospital tomorrow, so it may be too late to update. There is also the first external test of the game of "Magic Changes" on November 16th. Everyone enters the game website and there is a vote of 17173 at the top. You can get the packet test activation code by going in and casting your vote. You will also send me my autographed mouse pad and pillow! Website address: xmb.mayiyou.com, QQ group number: 69033667. After all, doing a good job on either side will help me greatly in my current situation and will give me a lot of mental impetus, and I hope you will support me more.