Ruan Ling summoned the most common flying beast, climbed up, sat on the flying beast, closed her eyes and rested, and let the flying beast take her to Wanju Mountain.

Since one of the phoenixes died, Ruan Ling has stopped using the phoenixes.

At first, this phoenix car is too gorgeous and ostentatious, which does not conform to her low-key personality.

Furthermore, the phoenix bird is precious, and one less is lost, and she is reluctant to leave it. She would rather keep the phoenix birds in the garden and serve them with delicious food and drink every day.

Pluto said she had no life to enjoy.

Ruan Ling didn't care, but she still enjoyed it. She took time to feed the phoenix birds in person every day. The phoenix birds she made were so enthusiastic when they saw her. One or two of them rushed towards her, completely throwing away the original owner of the Pope.

They even pretend not to know each other.

It fully explains what it means to be a mother with milk.

Ruan Ling rode a flying beast and flew slowly in the night.

Above my head is a bright moon.

Ruan Ling suddenly remembered that it was Mid-Autumn Festival soon.

At this time of year, the beautiful fairy in Guanghan Palace is always the saddest and most lonely.

Ruan Ling thought that if she had time tomorrow, she would go to Guanghan Palace to see Chang'e and make a few of the best mooncakes for her to taste.

Never mind the five-nut stuffing.

At first she sat cross-legged on the flying beast, basking in the moonlight and blowing the evening breeze. Perhaps it was too comfortable, and she became a lying position at some point.

Sleepy with eyes closed.

Behind her, a shadow was scattered from afar.

Yang Jian turned into a bird, maintaining the same speed as the flying beast, and following Ruan Ling's flying beast.

He has the Eye of Reincarnation, can understand thousands of miles, and is one of the best combat powers in the heavenly court.

Although it was night, in Yang Jian's third eye, this was nothing at all.

Even though he was so far away, he could still see the every move of the woman on the flying beast.

The most noble Xiao Minghou, who was in the underworld, was alone, wearing the most ordinary white dress and lying on the back of the flying beast.

Her eyes closed, her long hair swayed gently with the night wind.

The delicate face is a bit dreamy.

Under the moonlight and in the breeze, she fell asleep leisurely.

It drifts with the wind, like the most ordinary little cloud in the sky.

Yang Jian even admired the little girl's calmness and calmness.

It is impossible for her to feel her existence, right?

After all, he has followed him all the way.

If she can't notice it, it means that the woman is too hearted.

If she felt it, she could still sleep leisurely, either this girl was stupid or this girl was too scheming.

No matter which one it is, Yang Jian doesn't care much about it.

He didn't plan to fight with Queen Ming, nor did he want to hurt her.

He came here just to use his eyes of reincarnation to see what the real identity of this queen of the underworld is.

Just this, he wouldn't have come if it weren't for the Master's request.

A big man went to peep at a little girl in another family, and even if no one knew about it, he felt embarrassed.

But Yu Ding Zhenren was his master, so he asked him to come and see him.

After finally waiting for the girl to leave the underworld, he followed her all the way and looked at it countless times with the Eye of Reincarnation. How could he look at it? This is a red dragon.

Logically speaking, this is enough, you can go back and make an appointment with your master.

But somehow, he felt that there should be other secrets in this woman.

It always feels weird.
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