Immortal Voices

Tong Wenning covered her face, and had done things like beauticians, counter-intuitives, serials, smiling knives and other means in order to steal cousin niece men.

Wu Wenning's cheeks became hot for a while, and the feeling of embarrassment made her anxious to get into the seam. Unfortunately, even if she got into it, the previous things did not mean that it had never happened.

Yunwen Ning: I always think I will take pills sooner or later.

Rong Xian saw the shock in her eyes and gave her an indifferent huh, huh. She thought that she wanted to have such a cousin who grabbed a man, huh.

"Cousin, are you really right? Just Rongxian's character, how could it be my uncle's child?" Tong Wenning was not convinced, and was unwilling to believe it.

The people in their family are inherently cunning, and everyone is a politician without a teacher.

But Rong Xian, that's a bad doctor.

Helping the world to save people, gentle and tender, is a completely different style from their uncle's family.

Wu Zhen heard her rebuttal, but she looked ugly as if she was poked in the wound.

He raised his voice sharply, "She is, she must be."

Qi Zhen closed her eyes, hiding the pain deep in her eyes.

His face was pale and his lips were shaking.

He remembered it all.

Before his desperate faint, his daughter had no vitality.

No matter how much he returned to his daughter to eat, his daughter still did not wake up.

His daughter is gone, just in front of him.

But when he saw Rong Xian, he instinctively felt that this man was his daughter.

It was the traction between the bloodlines, and the bond that couldn't be broken drove them to meet.

Even if the soul in that body is different, as long as he can live as his daughter, he asks for nothing and asks for nothing.

He couldn't accept the fact that his daughter died, even if it was just a substitute, it was a relief to his feelings.

And that person is not just a substitute.

She lived in his daughter's body and gave that shell-scattering vitality.

In his heart, it was his other daughter.

Tong Zhen's throat was sweet, and her heart vomited.

A tear dripped from his eyes, and after all, it was unsettling.

"Ah? Cousin, what's the matter with your cousin?" Wu Wenning looked frightened at the sight of Zhen Zhen.

She took the spare life-saving Dan from her arms and put it in her cousin's mouth. After seeing her cousin swallowing, she looked better, so she was relieved.

"Cousin, have you been seriously injured?" Ji Wenning guessed.

Qi Zhen shook her head and said hoarsely, "If you find Rong Xian, you must find Rong Xian."

"Okay, let's find it together, let's find it together." Wu Wenning responded quickly, not afraid to delay half a minute, lest the cousin get angry.

As the two left quickly, Rong Xian's eyes were deep.

Is there something she didn't notice? I always feel that Zhen Zhen's performance is somewhat surprising.

She pursed her lips and pondered for a moment, but couldn't think of it.

Youyou sighed, and Rong Xian turned and flew away.

She wanted to see Amei, she wanted to miss it.

Time back half a month ago, somewhere in the Demon Gate, two black robe magicians gently laid a bronze coffin full of mysterious runes on the ground, and stood quietly like a chicken, holding their breaths on standby.

Lou Hanxi gently walked over holding the woman in her arms, the coffin lid opened, and she carefully put people in.

Rong Xian's clothes have all been changed. The blood-stained white skirt has been replaced with a distinguished purple long skirt embroidered with complicated runes. The silver yarn is worn outside, and the white jade belt on the waist is not loose. Fettered, a faint medicine-scented purse lay nicely on her waist.

Rong Xian closed her eyes tightly. The wound on her wrist had healed, and she could not see any trace, but her face was still pale and bloodless.

She looked like she was asleep, and slightly curled corners of her mouth seemed to be dreaming, but everyone knew that she had lost her breath and heartbeat.

Lou Hanxi smoothed the hair on Rong Xian's forehead and looked at Rong Xian as if you were a tan. She knew that Sister A was not dead. The soul in this body was just asleep. The damage she caused was the same as that of Sister A The self-detonation is completely incomparable.

Sister A was able to live well in the beginning, but now it is certainly unharmed.

It was just that she could wait until Sister A, but now I wonder if she can wait.

Lou Hanxi waved the lid to cover the coffin, and his hands quickly printed, one by one the forbidden runes were printed on the bronze coffin, which firmly protected the coffin.

After doing all this, she opened her right hand, and a radiant "Rong" character floated in the air.

Lou Hanxi handed the order to the two magicians, with a tone of torture: "I rushed to Guitu City in Nanzhou within one month, followed this token, put the bronze coffin in the right place, and you can come back to life. Now. "

"Yes, Your Excellency." After receiving the order, the two demon repairers carefully carried the bronze coffin and turned into a cloud of black mist and flew towards the south.

Looking down, until the shadow of the bronze coffin was no longer seen, Lou Hanxi retracted his gaze.

Sister, Rong is the safest place. No matter how **** the mainland is, it will never endanger you. No matter when you sleep, no one can hurt you.

Lou Hanxi blinked, all emotions disappeared quickly, and she whispered, "Qulang, let's go and meet the mysterious people."

"Yes, Your Excellency." Qu Lang flew out first, towards those mysterious strongholds.

Lou Hanxi followed behind him, and those eyes were full of repressed madness and bloodthirsty, like the evil spirits lost in hell, only killing, no humanity.

The rest of the magic repairs took a nap, all behind Lou Hanxi, the atmosphere did not dare to breathe.

His Holiness is in a bad mood today. They must be careful and careful, otherwise they may be torn apart by His Holiness.

On more than one occasion, they saw their lives ripped apart after the Lord went crazy.

This restless night passed quickly, and when the first rays of sunlight shone on the earth, all the **** on Lou Hanxi's list were dead.

She stretched out lazily, casually wiped the blood droplets from her cheeks, and said freely, "From now on, you are free."

Her eyes were as sharp as a knife: "Your last task-whenever you meet a group of traitors such as the Moon Condensation, kill them on the spot."

"Yes, Your Excellency," the crowd answered in unison.

Lou Hanxi glanced at the crowd and disappeared into a black mist.

Qu Lang was the first to execute Lou Hanxi's order. He reached out and took his subordinates directly towards the gate of the demon.

Although he is just a little magic door in the world, but he has been behind such big figures like Wuxinya for so long, and he has been trained by observation and color.

His Excellency Hanxi really wanted to set everyone free. As a good dog leg, of course he was the first to stand up and respond.

After Qu Lang took the lead, the rest of the magic face looked at each other for a long time. After he tried to fly in different directions, he found that there were no abnormalities, so he completely believed that Lou Hanxi really did not need any subordinates.