The Blackened Male God Always Wants To Set A Routine For Me

“Who dares hurt my disciple? ”

Then a woman in white walked in.

She was clear and cold and her gaze was high.

Found no one to say anything.

White coat women's side,

“Lan Yi, who hurt you? You personally identified it. ”

Then he saw the woman in the pink coat covering her chest, pale and looking badly injured.

Liang Lan glanced and saw Su smoke sitting in the corner eating.

She stretched her finger.

“Cousin, it's that magic trick! ”

The white woman seemed a little dissatisfied when she heard Liang Lan shouting at her cousin.

Soon, Liang Lanyi realized his mistake.

He shouted down again.

“Master Liang Feng. ”

Ching Yushan is the biggest cultivator in the immortal world.

Beneath the palm of Mount Ching Yu, there are five peak lords.

And this Liang Feng main Liang Yun Moon is one of them.

One of the biggest cultivators of the Qingmen sect, you can imagine how powerful Liang Yunyue is.

Liang Yunyue's gaze turned to the corner.

In fact, Liang Yunyue noticed as soon as she entered the door.

Although the woman had her back on her back, the bravery and the mighty manipulation could not be faked.

Even she has to be a little constrained.

However, this is not the main one.

Most importantly, the man sitting next to the witch repair always felt a little familiar.

Like I've seen it somewhere.

Quickly scratch through your head, indifferent and cold.

Especially the first time I looked at him, but the more I looked at him, the less I felt.

After all, in her memory, that man had never shown such a light smile and tenderness to anyone.

That man was always indifferent, and his gaze swept away, as if you were not a living person, and you were no different from those flower trees.

Liang Yunyue only met that person once, I was really impressed.

Returning his thoughts, Liang Yunyue walked towards Su Yan.

Sounds cool.

“Are you the one who hurt my disciple? ”

Su Yan was already eating the sauced beef, and he heard the noise raise his head.

Seeing a woman in white around her, she followed a bunch of people, among them the one who had been wounded by herself.

Su Yan glanced at Liang Lan Yi and nodded.

“It's me.”

Liang Yunyue squinted her eyes and looked at Su Yan.

Half a buzz. Smile.

“It's a magic trick. It's arrogant. ”

Su Smoke lowered his head and ate half of the sauced beef into his mouth.

She's confused.

“Anything else? ”

Liang Yunyue held the sword in his hand, lifted it, and the sword resonated slightly. Probably has generated a sword soul.

“You hurt my disciple, this can't be such a simple past. ”

Su Yan silenced halfway,

“So? ”

“Kill you. ”

The voice dropped and Liang Yunyue's sword pulled out, making a low tremor.

Su Yan pulled the metaphor aside and backed away.

Until the corner of the inn, push the phoenix behind you.

Next moment, hit.

Who is better than the tyrant bishop of Satanism against one of the five peak masters of Mount Ching Yu?

Dozens of rounds and a result.

Bang, Liang Yunyue was hit a few steps back.

Su Yan stood still.

“You can't beat me. ”

She made a noise.

Leung Yun Yue was so cool, it took a long time to reveal

“Magic repair, for everyone. ”

Su Yan looked at this Liang Yun Moon with complicated eyes.

Can't beat her, can you say something like that to stimulate her?

Do you want to be beaten or die here?