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Qiao San grabbed Lingyan's small hand, and as soon as he lifted up, he burrowed into that mysterious space.

No, to put it properly, it was Qiao San who was dragged into that mysterious space!

Qiao San frowned, a bitter face, and had to clean up the magical, dazzling and colorful supernatural world. When he raised his fist and was about to clean up someone, someone spoke. "Qiao San: You guy. "I heard it as an acquaintance.

"Who are we, you stand up!" Qiao San, the big man, was angry.

"You love your people!" The man's tone of voice grew harder and harder. "Aren't all the people who love me alive and well?" As soon as Qiao San's words fell, his mouth was gagged by reality.

"Yes, the one who loves me the most, is still ......" Thinking of this, Qiao Sang hung his head dejectedly, like a rice tree swaying on a high wall, letting his head droop...... "Brother Qiao: Don't say anything about her." She's taking love. The spiritual flame could see it clearly, and she quickly told Qiao San, who was ice crystal jade, the truth.

"Listen to you!" Qiao San replied very dryly as he saw the little girl looking at her with her incomparably clean and watery eyes.

As soon as he entered that mysterious space, Qiao San's first reaction was: "Is the spirit flame still holding it in the palm of his hand?" "This small spiritual flame, although it is not yet humanoid, she has the thin illusion of a human being, and most importantly, her soft and boneless little hands. Also, when the dry little north wind blows, it flows with the wind.

Looking at the leisurely flowing hair: Qiao San showed his cute little tiger teeth and smiled gracefully.

He stealthily raised his right hand: he carefully brushed the hair that flowed. Taking advantage of the slanted moonlight, Qiao San couldn't help but stroke the flowing hair.

"Brother Qiao: What's yours is yours, and no one can take it away!" At this moment, the spiritual flame actually opened the spiritual mouth and said very angrily.

Qiao San heard this, and the whole spirit was trembling!

"Is this, this, this flowing hair really mine----" Qiao San burst into tears with excitement, and spit spewed out. "Hahaha, hahaha, hahaha: spray some more of those precious stars. You're really going to be the Master of the Ten Thousand Stars Sect!" At this moment, I saw that the spiritual flame suddenly turned around and turned into an extremely beautiful girl, standing in front of Qiao San. I was so angry that I was trembling all over.

"Hahaha, hahaha, hahaha!" Qiao San looked at the extinct girl with an extremely beautiful face, and laughed so that his old man was trembling with flowers and branches, teeth and claws, like a dry and sleepy beast. Suddenly, a wave of cold air attacked, which made the two young people who were laughing wildly fall silent.

The space is eerie and eerie.

But. Walking into the space, Qiao San feels like a home away from home.

"Could it be that this is ......" Qiao San suddenly burst into tears, his expression at this time was very similar to that of a senior street writer Xiao Luo, who wrote the text in tears and blood. Suddenly, there was light on all sides. There is incense. There was also a desert emptiness, and finally, there was a poplar in the desert with flowers and branches. Qiao San felt a little salty tear flowing with happiness......

There are wonders in the tears, and there are adventures.

A faint purple glow, like a rose flower, exuding a charming floral fragrance.

Qiao San jerked back and hid behind the poplar tree.

Looking around, I realized that the surrounding area was desert.

In sight, there are some blurred camels. Also, the faint sound of camel bells.

The wind tightened at this time: Qiao San raised his head, and a sparse wind blew.

As soon as he lifted his foot, his body floated up and jumped on the sparse wind.

Immediately, his big hand was raised: the light spiritual flame flew up, surging into the sparse wind.

The sand and gravel on the desert are rolling one grain after another with the sparse wind.

At this moment, I heard a melodious singing voice: this song is not a song.

It is a singer who plays the shamisen strings, and sings it as he pleases: humming words.

The wind is weak, but the texture is solid.

Standing on the weak breeze, Qiao San began to look around.

The wind blew higher and higher, and Qiao San dragged the divine body of the Spirit Flame and raised it layer by layer.

Suddenly. Qiao San felt that he was stationed on a peerless stage.

The lights flickered all around: the spiritual flame in Qiao San's hand suddenly turned into a distinct entity: a slim little girl.

"Oh, who are you? How can I ......?" said the words of surprise, and Qiao San still grabbed the daughter in his hand with his broad palm.

"I'm Yuexi, Brother Miyang!" looked at the big boy's clear eyes, turned into a little girl's spiritual flame, flashed with the eyes of the flickering spirit, and said seriously. "What are you talking about, I don't understand!" I just heard the big boy say anxiously. He looked at the little girl in amazement.

"Brother Miyang: Have you heard of the human legend of Three Lives and Three Worlds?" the little girl stood on tiptoe. Looking into the eyes of the big boy, he said with great sincerity.

Qiao San took Lingyan's hand, and felt an inexplicable flutter in his heart.

Standing on that sparse wind, Qiao San always felt that he was scrambling to be the first to run for Lingyin.

First of all, just north of this sparse wind: there are many buildings here, and the human world is crowded. There are many people with strong utilitarian hearts, and they are like cows.

But. There is also a good thing about it: the name of the city is Sunny City, and there are three mythical characters living in it. It is these three mythical people who have led the cultural atmosphere of the city to be particularly strong.

The name of the city is "Sunny City": the city has a famous street called Sunny Street. There is only one plant on both sides of the street: the date tree.

From January to July, the aroma of jujube blossoms here is strong, and it arouses the appetite of all the people of Qingcheng, so that they rush to go there without hesitation.

The city is hung with Kong Ming lanterns: it is said that the city has such a sunny name though. But, in reality, it's just a castle with the name: "Castle of Love". The "Castle of Love" is inhabited only by pure and kind human gods, spirits, ghosts, demons and immortals. All of them who live here have a thrilling love affair that is the envy of their kind.

Just because the legend is so mysterious, so far, no human or soul has been willing to live here for a long time.

Because the city promotes good and punishes evil, the different species that have been living in it for a short time have been excreted by the city naturally, like a car excreting exhaust fumes......

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