The white clothes sway in the wind, setting off a beautiful curve. The charisma of the Lord of Flowers is indeed extraordinary, and it is also a stunning title on earth.

Looking at Feng Zijin's back as he was leaving, Wan Jun suddenly felt empty in his heart. After a while, he didn't care about laughing. It was just a little flower. He left and then left. Maybe... it was nothing...

But why, he felt a little sour...?

The low air is very depressing, making people feel a little breathless.

On the high altar, raging fires are burning, thunder appears and disappears, and the desolate sounds from ancient times echo in the air. Who is singing and who is praying...

The dark clouds rolled, making people fight coldly, and the clouds of fear enveloped their hearts.

She only remembered the man on the altar, sneering at all living beings, murmured, "I hurt... that... person, you... will die... and will die..."

"Um--!" Jian You woke up from her sleep. She hadn't had this dream for a long time. Now, why did she dream again? Is this, what do you want to tell her?

However, she could not see the appearance of the woman on the altar clearly, and only vaguely remembered that she was wearing a blue dress in Tianshui, which seemed very extraordinary, which made her feel... familiar.

Her heartbeat was very fast, which made her feel a little uncomfortable. After getting out of bed, she waved her sleeves and the night pearl in the palace lit up. Jian You pushed open the door of the bedroom and looked at the white sky, breathing a sigh of relief.

That dream made her feel very uneasy, but she couldn't explain why.

He stretched out his hand and gently grabbed it in the void. A sky-blue robe appeared in Jian You's hand and draped it behind him. He saw the rays of light on the ground, and the sky was more beautiful.

Mu Qingshui has already replied to the post and received it in the fairy world. I believe they should understand what Bei Ming means, but this time, those old people are afraid that they will hold a grudge against Bei Ming.

But it doesn't matter, they may not be able to come back alive anyway...

She, just wait for the news.

This space is a chessboard. Whoever calculates well will be the controller of this chessboard.

However, Yun Mo is an uncertain factor, but since he is special to A Ming, he should not interfere in this matter.

Already afraid of the identity of the God of the Underworld, now that Yun Mo is back, the Lord God should be very anxious, because he is not sure whether that person... is coming back too.

After all, the Yunmo God who was almost deviled back then has already returned.

"Yun Mo..." Jian You muttered Yun Mo's name in a low voice, but for some reason he suddenly chose to appear at this time. After all, that person has not appeared yet, right?

A few cranes flew over the sky and danced towards the sunset. Jianyou closed the palace gate. What if he was it, it was still early, so it would be better to let her have a sleep at this time.

While walking, he took off his clothes and lay on the bed and couldn't help but think about Bai Chen's appearance.

The Demon Lord is extraordinary, but few people know that the Demon Lord, who is so powerful, is such a beautiful man.

In the hearts of outsiders, the demons are usually with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and their faces are ferocious, but Bai Chen is surprisingly beautiful. I really don't know how his parents gave birth to a child like him.

I have never heard of the Demon Lord’s parents. I think they have passed away. Jian You closed his eyes as he thought about it. In the palace, the smoke of agarwood rose, and the refreshing fragrance made people intoxicated.

When relaxing, smelling the agarwood can make people sleep more soundly.
Chapter completed!