Back to the pure white space.

System 677 sensed the low air pressure, and then instantly came to the conclusion that the host was in a bad mood, or a lot worse.

Then it's better not to mess with her.

Saving lives is important (*^ω^*)

It's not good to be angry.

As a result, System 677 found that it was completely thinking too much about itself, and the other bosses didn't take it seriously at all.

The woman's delicate eyebrows and eyes are calm.

She lifted her snow-white palm, and a long sword that shone with cold light appeared out of thin air in her hand.

The sword body is slender and snow-white.

Just looking at it like this, it already feels cold to the bone.

When it was pinched in Fu Yue's hand, this sword actually made a faint humming sound, which was dizzying, and the powerful and terrifying coercion spread to almost every corner of the Six Realms.

Scarlet Night Sword.

The companion sword of the fallen god Fu Yue.

System 677 shrunk into a ball and shivered.

Finished.

The host is crazy, is she going on a killing spree?

The powerful and beautiful woman, holding a sword in one hand, actually split the sky of this pure white space with a sword with an expressionless face.

The huge canopy suddenly appeared with a strange ripple, the lines like water waves, and the blood-red traces grew and spread rapidly like vines.

Then, gradually split.

Fu Yue tore the space violently, and then the figure disappeared in place in an instant.

System 677 was dumbfounded: "......"

It's over, the host dad doesn't want this little spicy chicken anymore!

ε(┬┬﹏┬┬)3

The glowing white ball flashed, and then turned into a beautiful little doll in a small white shirt, squatting there and crying.

I wiped my tears while crying, sobbed, and hiccuped.

*

The other side.

Ninefold Heavenly Que.

As if sensing something, the snow-clad and black-haired beauty opened her peaceful eyes, raised them slightly, and looked into the distance.

There seems to be a cycle of the sun and the moon in his eyes.

The black hair was casually draped behind him, and the corners of his snow-colored clothes were as white and soft as clouds.

"You're still here?"

A word of self-talk.

The cold sound is like a fairy sound, and the low magnetism of Qing Lingling is good.

As soon as the words fell.

A man broke into the hall, and almost in the blink of an eye, he was in front of him.

The three-foot Qingfeng lifted.

aimed at the delicate neck of the beauty.

Fu Yue's face was covered with ice and snow, and his voice suppressed with extreme anger, "Jun Heng, are you looking for death?" ”

Jun Heng calmly raised his eyes.

Glancing at the sword in front of him, he sighed slightly, and there were some doubts on his beautiful face, "What did I do?" ”

"When you meet, you face me with a sword, which really makes me sad......"

Faint words.

A bit of a depressed mood.

Seeing Jun Heng like this, Fu Yue felt that her brain hurt.

Here it is again, and here it is.

What she hates most is Jun Heng's hypocritical appearance, which seems to be gentle, but in fact is indifferent and ruthless.

Collected the sword.

Fu Yue still had a calm face, staring at Jun Heng, and almost gritted his teeth and asked word by word.

"Are you him?"

She still has some expectations in her heart, maybe she is mistaken, Jun Heng is not that person.

The beauty glanced at Fu Yue with heavenly eyes, her thin eyebrows and eyes faded a little indifferent, and she actually smiled slightly.

"What do you say?"

A plausible sentence.

There is no denial.

Fu Yue almost felt that it was dark in front of him, and he couldn't stand on his feet, and his dark eyes were like a condensed storm, extremely cold.

Jun Heng is him, the person who has accompanied him for so many lifetimes.

Hooking the corners of his lips a little sarcastically, trying to bend a smile, Fu Yue suddenly raised his eyes and looked straight at Jun Heng.

He sneered lightly and opened his lips and said.

"You like me?"