Legend of the Great Saint

Hana Seung Lu didn't eat this set, but didn't show any weakness: “It turns out you're an old man! This boat is mine, you stole the Rain Gate car and ran out to play! ”

Grandma Simon was unhappy: “When I was a little girl, my teeth were so sharp. When I met your father, I must tell him. Now the granny is in trouble, different from your little girl bullshit! ”

Hana Seung Lu immediately rebutted: “Then I should also say that when I see Zhang Brother, you old woman, when she sees me young, bully me! ”

Grandma Simon snorted and the carriage accelerated towards Xihua Island, drawing two tracks on the lake.

In the carriage, the young man in red did not grumble: “Why didn't Grandma teach this little girl a lesson? ”

"“ None of his dads and brothers are good, "said Granny Simon.“ It's hard to deal with. Otherwise, I would have killed her a long time ago. Huh, there will be a time when she will cry. If you hadn't had to eat sugar and scrambled chestnuts, we would have arrived long ago. We would have solved Li Qingshan, and we wouldn't have had to suffer the anger of this little girl. ”

If the average second-tier gas refiner had been so disrespectful to Grandma Simon, she would have killed her on the spot, but since she was a flower family member, she would have had to give a three-dimensional face, and the flower praised the Red Wolf leader's identity, which was also quite deterrent in Qinghe Province.

"I'm not the only one who wants to eat it. Besides, it's not too late. Li Qingshan must still be on the island. ”

On the deck, the flowers showed off looking at the departing carriage, also a cold hum, but the delicate nostrils, no cold hum of Grandma Simon at all, more like delicate, the flag waved down, the wave-cutting wave, chased the carriage, walked to Xihua Island.

In the smoke, the contours of Xihua Island became clearer.

The flaming cocoon's light is getting weaker and weaker, like a sunset, leaving only a red sphere and getting smaller and smaller.

Rain falls from the sky, falls on the cocoon and soars a white mist.

The cocoon was filled with red light, and the little one curled his body before it was placed in the mother's womb. The flame was no longer a flame, but a thick liquid, as if it were amniotic fluid in the womb, and contained enormous life energy, a little bit, completely infiltrating him.

The meaning of Zhu Yan Bai Bone Road, he has learned one or two. At this moment, he will return to life, enter the realm of non-life and non-death, and turn white bone into Zhu Yan.

The bone fingers are buckled into a Buddha's print, underneath, and a little bit of the Xuan machine touches.

White bone muscle, flesh reshaping.

Li Qingshan has held his breath.

With a click, a slight crack appeared on the cocoon, spreading in all directions.

Li Qingshan's heart spoke of his voice in time.

A small naive hand, protruding from the cocoon, red in white, like a blood jade carved into it, almost visible the vascular veins.

Li Qingshan stood up tentatively, but did not dare to disturb him. He bit his teeth and suddenly felt his eyes wet and red. He watched Xiao 'an go from soul to white bone to flesh and blood rebirth, and his heart was overshadowed by immense joy. He believed that no matter how cruel and bloody the road was, all he possessed was more than killing and hatred.

Clicking, a string of broken sounds, the cocoon crushed, the flame rising from it, a tiny figure, standing in the flame, the bath fire reborn.

A strange bouquet of sandalwood instantly drives away the smell of smoke and a sense of tranquility in one's heart.

Li Qingshan stepped forward: “Ann, you finally... hmm? ”

The flame spread, a little girl, naked with her body, her hands strangled with Buddha's imprint, standing in a flame like a lotus petal, her skin like a pink carved jade, a little red mole on her forehead, her eyes like two black pearls, from top to bottom, without any impurities and dirt, as pure as a red lotus.

She looked at her hands in confusion. She could not believe that she had really recovered and looked up at Li Qingshan. She seemed not used to driving her face without any expression on her face, but her black pearl-like eyes suddenly burst into a glow of great joy and extended her arms to him.

Li Qingshan only beamed a little, and quickly walked forward, holding her tightly in her arms, her eyes overflowed with tears.

Just like outside the maternity ward, the father who waited a long time, although the child was born knowing that it was not the boy, but the girl, for him, this little accident was not a big deal, it was not worth paying much attention, and this joy in his heart would not change.

Li Qingshan continued: “Great! ”

After a long time, Li Qingshan suddenly felt his tongue was clumsy. He didn't know what to say. He wiped away the tears in the corner of his eyes and said: "Put your clothes on first! ”

Ann nodded nicely in his arms.

Li Qingshan let her go, looked in the hundred bags, angrily said: “But only the boy's clothes, alas, you didn't say it. ”

Xiao An shook his head and seemed to be saying, I forgot too. After all these years, whether it's the soul or the white bone, gender is irrelevant.

Li Qingshan was helpless. When he wanted to come to the goddess to abduct her, he pretended to be a boy in order to cover his eyes and ears. He had always been the first to do so.

Li Qingshan again looked at Xiao 'an and confirmed everything was correct, but found that she had a piece of red marks on her body. Her skin was as delicate as a newborn baby, as if it were fine silk satin, and would also be scratched, not to mention his rude embrace.

Concerned: “Did it hurt you? ”

Xiao An shook his head, with the blood inflammation burning, the pain ratio when the flames bone, this pain, is simply unbeatable happiness.

Li Qingshan carefully changed her clothes as if she was carrying a fragile rare treasure.

Xiao An opened his eyes and wanted to say that he was not so fragile, but enjoyed the care he received at this time.

Li Qingshan couldn't help but squeeze her cheek. Her hands felt great. The delicate seemed to turn into running water. She slipped from his fingertips and caressed the red mole in her forehead. In reminiscence, this was the mark of the original ginseng liquid. Will it also appear on the flesh?

Xiao 'an was like a doll. He could not move, let him knead, feel the temperature coming from his fingertips, and his heart fluttered.

Li Qingshan touched her naked head and laughed: “Too bad it doesn't have hair, but it will grow soon. ”

Xiao An blinked her eyes and suddenly stepped back, holding her fists tight, holding her breath, and withdrew her strength. Then black hair, crazy growth, not long after the kung fu dropped from the shoulder, and then dropped to the waist.

Li Qingshan hastily said: "Okay, okay. ”

Xiao An only stopped pushing hard, her long hair has long and bent her knees, moist and dense like water grass, with natural curls, the dark reflection does not shine, extremely special.

I only saw her in a gorgeous lake silk shirt, like Jun-soo's little boy. Li Qingshan couldn't say how he liked it. His heart was huge and he couldn't help laughing. He just felt the way forward was bright. There was nothing he couldn't do.

At this time, the hissing of the horse came from the lake. Li Qingshan turned his head and saw the carriage pass through the fog, flying close, followed by a large ship.

Li Qingshan frowned. If you guessed correctly, the artillery just now was fired from this big ship. And the carriage seemed to have a powerful aura and hostility, which was not the work of a gas refiner, pure demon instinct.

The carriage flew ashore and parked quietly in front of Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan only saw an old lady in a big red robe walking off the carriage. She had a compelling smell. Even on Uncle Zhuo Zhi, she had never felt such a powerful smell. If he were closer to those he had seen, the only thing he could praise was flowers, but much weaker than flowers.

The visitor is a master at gas refinery level 9.

Granny Simon walked off the carriage, but her eyes slipped off Li Qingshan's body, fell on the little Ann beside him, and then couldn't move any further. Her face shook, muttering: “Shining like Chunhua, looking forward to flowing light, glacial jade bones, powdered jade thinking, how can a person have so many hues, etc., this... is the legendary Heavenly Scent national color? That's impossible!”

Granny Simon was knowledgeable and certainly could not be shocked by the appearance of a child. The phrase she used was not a simple compliment.

This is the standard and name used to see the faces of people in the rain doors. There are floral moon faces, natural melancholy faces, peach blossom faces, scented cornucopia faces, fine dining faces and other general hues. There are high and low, subdivided into 369 pieces, with any hue, cultivating the melancholy technique of the rain doors, things can be half as powerful. If there is a high hue, it can easily achieve extraordinary results.

Nowadays, the master of the cloud and rain gate, with the “human face peach blossom face”, is valued by the master of the front door and accepted as a disciple, so that today's achievements can be achieved. On the other hand, Granny Simon is the “Red Fei Phase” of the Red Fei Cui Dance Phase. She also stood out and became one of the four grandmothers of the Cloud Rain Gate. And the flower queen of Jiaping City, even though her appearance is flat, was accepted as a disciple for her appearance.

And of these hues, there is one hue that only exists in the legend, and that is the color of the sky.

The national heavenly incenser, combining all shades, is the head of the group incense, the crown of the colors, it was not until Granny Siemens saw Xiao An that she gave up a series of shades of names before finally reaching this result that she dared not believe herself.

Rumors of this kind are a sign of the great chaos in the world. Although not necessarily accurate, they mean the charm of this hue, the reddish scourge and the dumping of the country into the city.

Grandma Simon instantly left Li Qingshan aside, including the disappearance of excellent disciples Zhao Liangqing and Furong, all forgotten clean, staring dead at Xiao 'an, walking one step closer, almost more excited than Li Qingshan just now: “It's beautiful, great!” If you take her as a disciple, take her back to the cloud gate...

Li Qingshan brushed in front of Grandma Simon, interrupting her thoughts. “Who are you? What are you doing?”

Grandma Simon raised her head unhappily and looked at Li Qingshan, much taller than him. The arrogant deity on her face was like looking down: “Oh, are you Li Qingshan? Who are you? ”

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