Reign of the Hunters

Chapter 64: Hello, Young Master Psychic

“What?” Still staring at the white mist, but quickly moved onto the leaf word.

Ye looked at the next year, slightly paused, retracted what he had intended to say, and changed his mouth: “Is the battle over there over? ”

“Well, it's over.” Nodding in the middle of the year, he had actually seen what the leaf words were meant to say, but he didn't say it to his mouth, but he didn't ask. After all, the leaf words had leaf words in mind, and she felt that she should not say anything without saying it. That said, however, there is a slight sense of loss in the current year. From the current perspective, he is actually very contradictory. On the one hand, he greatly appreciates the self-reliance of the son, but on the other hand, he does not want the hard and unique side of the son. In fact, he wanted to say that I was there for everything, but now the relationship between the two was so delicate and embarrassing that he had no position at all to say that, in the end, he could only pretend to see nothing and look at the son smile.

The answer of the current year surprised Ye a little: “It's not even seventy-two hours before the city defense has been built? ”

“Mm-hmm.” Nodded in the middle of the year and threw up his guild with a smile: “When it's always useful to raise so many people, isn't it a waste of money? ”

Leaf laughed and looked burdensome behind the word "powerful." “Should I go over there or should I just go back? ”

Watching Ye Yip blinked slightly in the middle of the year with a sigh that no one could perceive: "Go on, bet the salon has some bullshit to say to you. ”

There's some bullshit going on with Sharon, like bargaining, like pretending to be pathetic, like the Huairou policy he's doing right now. However, with all the sayings of the mortar, the leaves still lean leisurely against the rock, feeding the meat of the old six squatting on the stone next to each other without a trace of oil and salt.

She glanced at the salon: “I think the mountain spring that I drank when I was new was actually the thirst quencher. ”

“Hmm?” Pushing Sharon is constantly lobbying for the leaves, hoping she can take less of her elite, but suddenly she heard the leaves coming, a little out of her mind, she looked at the leaves quite strangely, an unknown appearance.

Instead, the shallow singing whispers and the low smiles of the year could not help laughing.

Ye picked the eyebrows, looked at the two people laughing, looked at a pair of unresponsive pushing salons, sighed, it seems that the man didn't hear at all, he was talking too much, let him drink water, let him go quickly meaning. There was nothing she could do. She looked up at the blue sky and said to his left, “Nothing, if you don't finish. ”

Leaning on a rock opposite the leaves, a beautiful pair of peach blossom eyes have bent into a beautiful curve, the more contact with the son ghost, the more surprise this woman gives him. He never thought that there were times when such a cold joke could be told.

Sharon's mind is basically on what Leaf just said. In fact, if he thinks about it more at this time, he can already see the impatience of Leaf. However, his heart is now full of leaf words, iron rooster mouth, to pull out a little slag, where can I think of these.

He was talking here, and the leaves weren't looking around at all, and suddenly she saw a woman in a fire red robe walking towards them. Close, she looked at the woman a few more times. She just felt familiar. She didn't want the woman to greet her voluntarily. “Hey, Ghost, do you know me? We met the last time you came to the Western continent. ”

Leaf has a good memory. The last time she came to the western continent, she didn't see many people. There was only one woman. Of course Leaf remembered her. She smiled: "Long time no see, sour apple.” While she was saying this, her eyes fell on the sour apple, and a woman stood there, looking at her dressed as a priest, dressed in a water-blue priest robe, embroidered with intricate and exquisite patterns at her cuffs, neck and under her skirt, with a staff behind her back, a huge stone on her cane head, and a spectacular light.

Looks like this woman is one of Genesis's main priests. The clothes on her are the ultimate equipment of a pre sixty priest. Not only is each kit fully equipped, but it is also enchanted with magic and embedded with gems. It can be seen that her treatment volume should be good, otherwise Genesis will not distribute such equipment to her. Ye was measuring this woman, and she was staring at herself as if to see a hole in herself. Leaf words have always ignored the eyes of others. However, this woman's eyes seem kind of unspeakable and slightly offensive.

Pushing the salon saw the sour apple coming, followed by a white fairy tale, and immediately closed his mouth. In his view, the wife was the wife, but the less senior members of the guild knew, the better. He laughed at the two people and greeted them with a smile. He laughed and greeted them with a small whisper, but his eyes slipped from the leaf words to the current year and then turned to the white fairy tale. Later, he flashed to one side with a deep and very gossipy smile, a state of theatre.

Pushing the salon saw the situation, his eyebrows were wrinkled, he glanced at the sour apple, and the sour apple sighed helplessly. She was helpless and embarrassed to the point. The white fairy tale saw the son riding the dragon in the camp and kept coming to see it, but she didn't say she was here to see the son, just to see the seniors, acid apple stopped her from coming several times, but instead of listening, she insisted on coming. Afraid of what mess she might make, Sour Apple greeted Sharon with a secret message and could only follow her.

Naturally, he also saw the white fairy tale in the first year, but his color didn't change at all, his eyes just swept away from her, as if it was just the most ordinary member of the guild, the least worth mentioning.

White fairy tales have never come here, and all her thoughts are on her in the middle of her life, except to look at her son's ghost. Of course she knows who this woman is, she's not stupid, she's not blind, she's not deaf, she knows every rumor about her life and this woman, and she knows every single one of them, and that's why she's here to see what kind of woman she doesn't know about her life? She doesn't know that she doesn't like herself in the next year, but she just can't let go, she's even reached her lowest point, and if he doesn't like herself, it's good to hate herself. Hate is an emotion, isn't it? Aren't they supposed to have a place in each other's minds? If that was the only way to keep his eyes on her, she would have liked to.

However, the cold gaze of the first years of life instantly solidified the blood of the white fairy tale. She knew that she would be upset and even angry when she appeared here, but she didn't think that when her gaze passed her, it was as cold as looking at a stone, holding dust, he didn't even have a frown wrinkled, and his expression didn't change a bit, as if she had nothing to do with anything from appearing to disappearing.

She bit her lower lip white and continued to gauge the woman who had stopped looking at her in her prime. The silver hair was as tall as the current year, a ponytail was raised, the hair was dripping fresh behind her, the amber eyes were filled with arrogant ice and precautionary alienation, white skin, tight lips, her appearance was not excellent, but there was a powerful atmosphere that no one could see directly, the individual was not tall, her body was thin, she stood by the rock, the giant dragon squatted on the rock beside her. Strangely enough, no one should be more attractive next to a dragon this big, but this woman would let everyone see her existence at a glance.

She doesn't look great and her equipment is abrupt, but it's just so amazing that anywhere she is, everyone's eyes will slip away from all the powerful beings and gather directly on her.

Is this the master's ghost?

How can it be different from what she thought? She used to think that Son Ghost was a prettier, softer, more senior-year-old woman than him. But now it seems that there is no one leaning aside, just, how can such a woman catch the gaze of her life?

The atmosphere is slightly awkward. Leaf looked at the priest with interest. To be honest, she looked beautiful. She was prettier than Dongyin Peacock Blue Stream. She looked at the gentle and watery guy. And her eyes have been glued to her during the seniority, and her grudges are hot. She looked at the priest, looked at the junior year again, and a strange smile appeared on her lips, making her keep staring at her junior year mind bad thoughts.

What do you want to say in the next year, but now what? I had nothing to do with this woman, he was trying to make amends. Shall we talk somewhere else? Seeing the look on the face of a woman who never leaves. Then he's going to say something.

At a time of constant headache, the white fairy tale had swung towards the leaf words, she stood beside the leaf words, her lips with a soft and mellow smile, a pair of crystal-like eyes flowing with gentle light, and she reached for the leaf words: “Hello, I am a white fairy tale. ”

Ye looked at this priest, Nana, and walked in front of herself. She put Yang Liu waist limbs gently and stepped to give birth to lotus flowers. If she was a man, she probably couldn't have been indifferent. And the hand that was stretched out towards me was even prettier, shallow-like conduit, pink oval nails, soft and boneless in front of me, soft and spongy, as if blended with honey, so soft that people couldn't move.

But……

What does this matter to you?

Under normal circumstances, when there are strangers, shouldn't there always be someone to introduce them? But none of the people present introduced it, which means that either this person is irrelevant and doesn't need to be introduced or doesn't know how to introduce it at all. However, regardless of the circumstances, Ye Yi felt that it had nothing to do with herself, because, in her mind, the whole of Genesis had nothing to do with herself except a paper cooperation agreement, so no one in their guild had anything to do with herself.

But now, this beautiful woman has introduced herself. What does she mean?

Ye looked at the smiling face of the white fairy tale, looked at the white hand, finally picked the eyebrows, and cast their eyes on the faces of several Genesis people, their expressions were different. For example, weird shots of salons and sour apples, such as a slightly frowned frown in the middle of the year, or a cheerful, whispering performance. Then she took her eyes back and put them on the white fairy tale in front of her.

Leaf words took about a dozen seconds to look around, and during that time, the white fairy tale's hands were so stretched out that it was embarrassing. However, she did not take it back because of such embarrassment, she persisted and smiled faintly. The white fairy tale secretly went to see the current year, but found that the current year was just a slight frown after she reached out her hand, and then turned into an indifference. His eyes stared closely at himself, and his eyes were cold and vigilant, as if he were an unforgiving enemy.

“Son of a bitch.” Ye words obviously had no pity for Xiangxiaoyu's heart. She assumed the role of white fairy tale with her hands so stretched out. It took a while for her to lift her hand, gently shake her fingertips, and after reporting her name, let go of that weak and boneless hand.

At this moment, standing still, the current year suddenly came toward them, until he walked to the side of the leaf words, before stopping, he lifted his hand, cracked open the white fairy tale has not let go of his hand, and said to the leaf words slightly: “Technology is infectious. ”

Leaf's eyebrows rose. If she remembers correctly, this is the second time in the next year that she shakes hands. The last time it was sour apple, this time it was a white fairy tale, and for the same reason...

I have to say, Senior year cylinder is really an unpleasant guy, although he looks like a demonic peach blossom, he can't stand the succession of his former servants, but this personality… is really annoying.

However, I don't know why, at this moment, Ye suddenly felt that there was a bit of cuteness in the current year when he was talking in a dull face.

The face of the white fairy tale rose red, her eyelids immediately became red. She lowered her head and held it tight for a while before raising her head. Looking at the leaf words revealed a hearty smile with too many grievances: "I was a classmate in my senior year.” (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)