(The second one is brought, where is the monthly pass?)

Not to mention that the true dragon has disappeared in Middle-earth, I don't know how many thousands of years, and the corresponding formula for refining the Dragon Blood Pill has also been lost. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Where did this Qin Feng come from?

To be able to use the corpse of a true dragon to such an extent, looking at the entire Middle Earth, up and down for thousands of years, except for him Qin Feng, there is really no one!

Qin Feng smiled and said, "The number is not much, I hope it will be good for you to break through......"

Meng Youyue looked at the Dragon Blood Pill in front of her and said with a wry smile: "If Ying Zheng knew that you had so many backers, I am afraid that he would immediately regret taking the initiative to make a demon oath with you!"

"It's shooting yourself in the foot......"

Zhuge Xiaoliang interjected beside him.

Tian Wen's words came to his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, and swallowed again.

Qin Feng smiled faintly: "If Ying Zheng is a ghost and his heart is towards the human race, I have my own way to help him relieve the backlash of the heart demon oath, but as Doctor Bian said......"

"Huh?"

When Bian Suxin heard Qin Feng mention his name, he couldn't help but be stunned, raised his head slightly, and looked at each other, but saw Qin Feng's gaze move away again.

"She never rescues easily, and if she wants to save people, she must take the medical ......"

"Because if you give a favor casually, you will only make your kindness seem cheap......"

Bian Suxin had always thought that Qin Feng thought that he regarded wealth as his life, and the image of not saving him when he saw death was deep-rooted, but at this time, he heard that Qin Feng actually took the initiative to defend himself, and recognized her previous behavior that was annoying and even unreasonable in the eyes of others......

Such a touch made her want to cry almost instantly.

But Qin Feng's gaze never stayed on her, as if he was saying something that had nothing to do with her: "I don't want him to pay any price, I need to see his heart, whether it is towards the human race or towards the ghost!"

When Zhang Zemu heard Qin Feng's words, he also praised sincerely: "Lord Taiwei has a public heart and a heart for the human race, which is admirable. ”

Qin Feng smiled humbly: "It's just a heartfelt word. ”

He picked up his wine glass and said to everyone: "Okay, tonight I won't mention the affairs of the Seven Kingdoms, just talk about brotherhood!"

"I'm waiting for my brother to say goodbye to the True Martial Academy, and it's hard to reunite ......"

"Time has passed, even if they are in different countries, they have never drawn their swords against each other, so they should also float in the white, do not get drunk and do it!"

When everyone heard Qin Feng's words, they were all drunk, and they all raised their glasses in response.

"Come on,!"

......

At this time, on the streets of Los Angeles, the chill of the night has gradually risen.

Invasion of human musculoskeletal damage.

But the night market is late at night, singing and dancing, and it is still as noisy as day.

If the sky in the clouds is a city that hangs high in the sky and belongs to the transcendent warriors, the city of Los Angeles nestled on the shore of the Luoshui is a happy field for secular mortals.

Long nights of sleeplessness, unbridled joy, a pure land of peace and happiness that is difficult to find in the troubled times of the Seven Kingdoms.

Emperor Wu issued an edict, and the nations did not dare to intrude.

Zhou Ru guards, and the ghost road is regarded as a tiger's den.

Located in the hinterland, the demon clan whip is not as long.

Being in this place, it is natural to forget or selectively ignore the outside world.

Immersed in almost anesthetic pleasure, drunk and dreaming of death.

On the Lingyun Pavilion, at the highest point, the night breeze is blowing.

A graceful woman dressed in a snow-white light gauze and covered with a scarf stood against the railing, looking at the whole bright lights......

People are in a trance for a while, I don't know whether the stars in the sky are reflected in the street market on the ground, or the lights on the ground rise into the sky and turn into stars in the night sky.

The night breeze blew through her veil, but Yiren looked at His Excellency Ling Yun, and almost connected to the lights of the starlight as far as his eyes looked, and sighed faintly.

"The world of mortals, a hundred years old, just like this, a life immersed in drunken dreams and death, isn't it?"

On her side, a woman, wrapped in pitch black, could not cover her slender legs, round and well-rounded figure......

A voice as crisp as a pearl falling on a jade plate sounded: "Mortals love immortality, but they don't know that we, who have been long-sighted for a long time, are also coveting the short but happy life of mortals......

Hearing this, the veiled woman slowly turned her face sideways and smiled: "Thousands of years are like a moment, I remember the last time we met, although it was a thousand years ago, it was vaguely yesterday......"

"It was still at your wedding to that man...... It's a pity ......"

Hearing this, the woman wrapped in pitch black slowly turned sideways and said quietly: "The old past, don't mention it again......

"You've been in Los Angeles for thousands of years, aren't you?"

"And what's your name now?"

The smile of the veiled woman is as light as a breeze and as tranquil as autumn water.

"According to local legend, the goddess of Luoshui was the princess of the former Zhou Dynasty, with an extremely beautiful appearance, and after the death of the Zhou, she threw herself into the water and died ......"

"Over the years, I have been divining divination for Los Angeles, and often going to the drought and praying for rain for the people, and over time, they called me Luoshen......"

"The name doesn't mean anything to us anymore, so I don't have anything to justify...... Now my name is 'Roselle'. ”

Luo Shen, who was covered with a veil and a snow-white gauze skirt, looked at the woman in front of him, smiled lightly and said, "What is your name now?"

"He once gave me a poem 'Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight, how could he remember the dream of the rivers and lakes', and now my name is 'Dream Xiaolou'......"

When Meng Xiaolou said this, the pitch-black big cloud slowly faded to the jade neck, and under the world's demonic face, he was deeply lonely.

"A thousand years ago, he abandoned you for the sake of morality in his heart......"

Luo Shen looked at Meng Xiaolou, with a hint of sarcasm in his words.

"What is the point of you looking for him in this world for thousands of years without regret?"

"Although you know that he has that mysterious green jade, it is possible to be reincarnated and reborn......"

"But Qingyu recognizes him or not, I don't know yet, with Qingyu, it is only possible to preserve the soul and be reincarnated again......"

"A thousand years have passed, have you found him?"

Meng Xiaolou bit his lip lightly, impulsively, but swallowed back when the words came to his mouth.

"It's my personal business......"

Luo Shen heard Meng Xiaolou's words, and said with a faint sigh: "That's it, I lost my words...... You and I haven't seen each other for a thousand years, but what's the point of eating such stale vinegar here?"

"In the past thousand years, how can I not live a life of separation of flesh and blood, hiding my head and showing my tail?"

She looked at the starry lights of the city, and sighed: "I said that I got him, but it's better to have it, I didn't meet him in the first place, and let him be obsessed with you......"

She brushed her sleeves and turned around, and finally sighed and said, "Don't say it, don't say it...... Thousands of years ago, the people we talked about are no longer there, what else is there to say......"

"I have my own freshly made flower tea here......"

"Xiaolou, if you don't dislike it, accompany me for a drink!"