I don't know when it began, the word dove has become a benchmark for many people's reference to wartime.

As soon as he heard Pei Sanqian say that Gu Qian couldn't beat her, Qin Weiliang suddenly became a lot of timid.

Originally, she had planned to fight with this monk, but at this time, she had no such intention at all.

A guy who is better than the art of time?

Qin Weiliang didn't feel that he had the ability to beat him.

The pseudo-Buddha looked at Qin Weiliang, and suddenly felt that she had lost the high-spirited fighting spirit of Fang Cai.

She scolded Gu Qian, the bastard, in her heart, for stealing the original invincible war intent of these two women.

However, Pei Sanqian added after speaking: "She is a woman, and she was inadvertently touched by Gu Qian's chest." ”

Qin Weiliang's face suddenly became extremely exciting.

Qin Weiliang turned his head and glanced at the pseudo-Buddha's flat chest emphatically, and breathed a sigh of relief.

It's okay, it's flatter than me.

"Why did you react like that?" the pseudo-Buddha asked coldly, feeling a little weird.

"Nothing. Why are you so angry with Jiuqian, is it just because he touched you?" Qin Weiliang asked bluntly.

The pseudo-Buddha's face suddenly flushed, and he gritted his teeth and didn't know how to answer.

Half an hour later.

The pseudo-Buddha regained his calm.

"That's enough for me to kill him. "When the pseudo-Buddha thought that the flesh that had been raised for thousands of years was lightly slighted, he felt a tightness in his chest and was justified.

"You can't help but kill a little too indiscriminately, and you still use the name of the Buddha as a loss. Can't you even feel that he is inadvertently despised by you?" Qin Weiliang forcibly endured his unhappiness and drew his sword, and asked this unreasonable woman sharply.

"Whether I have any intention or not, it has nothing to do with me, I am a pseudo-Buddha who crosses the world, but I don't cross him. The pseudo-Buddha's heart was very happy, and when he said this, he felt that he had become a Buddha who controlled the life and death of the common people.

"In that case, then why are you here? Drag him into the water, or persuade him to be good? You ruined his body, and one day he will come to the door to wash your painting book in blood. "Qin Wei Lianghu is a fake tiger, and he will definitely retaliate by default.

In fact, this is exactly what happened.

The result of the pseudo-Buddha has met the conditions for retribution.

Whoever destroys my body will never be restored, though he dies.

"Hmph, there is only one person in the painting book except me, let him go, he will die faster if he goes. When the pseudo-Buddha said this, there was a trace of worry in his eyes.

In fact, there are still many people who draw heavenly books.

The pseudo-Buddha felt that all the people in the world who painted could be the ones who painted the book of heaven.

There will be 10,000 painters among 100 million painters, 100 painters will have 100 painting saints, and among 100 painting saints, there will be a monk who can see through the avenue and magic behind the lines.

Painting the Book of Heaven wants the last one, but it doesn't mean that you can ignore the previous nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine.

If you are really targeted by the dove shallow to draw the heavenly book, cutting off the hand of the person who paints will become a must-do.

Once no one in the world dares to paint, painting the book of heaven will be equivalent to being cut off by someone, which is no different from death.

All in all, there are three mysterious forces in the fairy world, and only the people who are happy with Changge have always been the least.

I heard my mother say that it was because she didn't have a suitable position for her after boarding the big ship, so she could only be separated by heaven and man.

The choice of the penny man is above love, as if it was chosen by heaven, not by the choice.

In this regard, although the pseudo-Buddha admired, he also hated it.

There is no other reason, just because she and her mother are not the way of heaven for long songs.

Since your word has nothing to do with me, no matter how good it is, it is not worthy of admiration.

The pseudo-Buddha thought like this, and took it for granted.

"You don't have to lie to us, we don't have the power to avenge your destruction. When the time comes, we'll tell him that you ruined his body, and you wait for his revenge. The fate of the people in the Paradise Continent in the fairy world is the fate of your painting of the Book of Heaven. As for sneak attacks, I don't think he doesn't scare you. Qin Weiliang leaned back to the Immortal Mountains, not afraid that the pseudo-Buddha would be able to hurt her, and said coldly.

"Do you dare?" the painting heaven shuddered when he saw the no-man's land of Elysium, and the paintbrush in his hand trembled violently.

"Why don't you dare? You didn't want to destroy his body without saying anything, didn't you take advantage of the danger of others? You still don't allow us to sneak attack? What? You just became a bitch and are about to set up a memorial arch?" Pei Sanqian jumped out when he heard this, pointing at the nose of the pseudo-Buddha and scolding angrily.

The pseudo-Buddha suddenly realized that his behavior seemed to be as she said, and his heart was a little empty.

"This is a personal vendetta, and it should not involve sects and national borders. The pseudo-Buddha thought for a while, put away his brush, and his tone softened a lot.

"Bah, you've ruined our husband's body, and you're still here to relieve? Pei Sanqian scolded angrily, leaving no room for it.

"Since I can easily destroy his body, it only means that his body is not important. The body of a person in the Ten Realms is nothing difficult to do. Anyway, why did he fall unconscious?" As soon as the pseudo-Buddha came, he saw two women sleeping on Gu Qian's body, and he didn't think that Gu Qian was dead.

"My husband is just in a deep sleep. Now the spirit is wandering away from the world, and when he returns and finds that his body is not there, you will wait to be retaliated by him. Pei Sanqian guessed casually, and then said hatefully.

Hearing Pei Sanqian's statement, the pseudo-Buddha felt very strange when he connected with Pei Sanqian's reaction before.

However, even though she felt weird, she still didn't do anything out of the ordinary.

She thought for a moment and said, "Is it that if I rescue him back, the matter just now will be written off?" I don't want to be involved too far, I am dissatisfied with him, and I will not be involved in this world. ”

The people who draw the Book of Heaven are basically from the entire immortal world.

The pseudo-Buddha can't kill like those who are extremely vicious, once she kills too many people, it will interfere with the heart of every painter, and finally the cycle of cause and effect will come to an end, and retribution will come to the head of the person who painted the heavenly book.

This point, in the distant past, the painting of the book of heaven has been a lesson from the past.

Whoever makes history repeat itself in future generations is a fool.

However, although the pseudo-Buddha is not malicious.

Hearing that the pseudo-Buddha actually said that he wanted to rescue Gu Qian, Qin Weiliang still felt that something was wrong.

How can there be such a good thing in the world?

It's better to wait for the dove to come back to life automatically.

She was about to refuse, but Pei Sanqian looked at her with a happy face.

"You can let your husband come back early, otherwise, are you willing to wait for a few years or decades?" Pei Sanqian said quickly.

"I don't believe her. Qin Weiliang looked at the pseudo-Buddha and spoke bluntly.

"It's okay, if she were the dead dove of the yin, she would have died long ago. She and Hatochi had been fighting for so long, and Hatoasa ran away. Pei Sanqian comforted Qin Weiliang for a while, and he was very happy in his heart.

There are no days of dove, and three days are also very sad.

Compared with Qin Weiliang, Pei Sanqian was more willing to sleep with a dove in his arms.