Chapter 994
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Take a deep breath, the time is just about the same, and someone came to lead the magic tilt Yan to the side hall.
Soon, I heard the elder's long voice, drums and music, and the door of the side hall opened slowly.
Huan leaned slowly onto the scarlet carpet.
As soon as I walked out of the door of the side hall, countless eyes were cast on her. There were all kinds of realms. There were many true spiritual masters like dogs, Xuanling masters walked everywhere, and even several Wang spiritual masters.
These eyes gather together, and those with slightly poor psychological quality are afraid that their legs will be soft.
The phantom tilted his face but turned a blind eye. Step by step, although he walked slowly, he was very stable.
Walking into the entrance of the main hall, because the wall of the back hall was hidden into the ground, the light was bright and had a panoramic view.
Huan Qingyan stood against the light. In the eyes of others, it was like being wrapped by halo. She couldn't see her clearly.
She looked up and saw the familiar figure at a glance.
Jimoya!
The man who once only read his name and drank honey between his lips and teeth.
Now as long as I think of it, I regret it. I wish I had never seen a man in my life!
At one glance, the magic face showed that even the ink career was thin and the look was not very good. The whole person's consistent gentle temperament was a little more gloomy.
The footsteps of Huan Qinyan gave a slight meal. The heart that thought she had been numb began to ache again, which made her almost unstable.
This man still has so much influence on himself!
She wanted to cry, but also wanted to rush to grab his clothes and ask him why he lied to himself!
I also want to ask him, have you seen their two children who died at birth? Do you feel guilty?
Now that you have betrayed yourself, why do you put on an expression of surprise and comfort when you see yourself now?
After all, he did nothing. He only glanced at Jimo and fell on Shangqiu Mengqian, Nangong Beichen and white dust seal without stopping.
Shangqiu Mengqian shook his fan and looked at her with some doubt.
Nangong Beichen smiled and nodded to her.
The white dust cover is still staring at Jimo career, and doesn't notice himself at all.
Huan Qinyan sighed slightly in her heart, trying not to trace the trace. When she looked at Nangong Beichen, her eyes were milder.
Nangong Beichen naturally felt it. When he received the invitation from the Baili family, he had a hunch that the Baili family would take this opportunity to correct Huan Qingyan's name.
By the way, the Baili family has a bad reputation as a witch.
Sure enough, things didn't happen as he expected.
At the moment of the appearance of the magic face, he could hardly recognize it if he didn't recognize it in his heart.
People are thin, and their temperament is completely different from before. They are cold, arrogant and aloof, just like the stars and the moon, out of reach.
There is no temperature in the eyes, with a sense of indifference.
Only when he looked at himself, he became gentle and let him find a shadow of the past.
He didn't know whether it was good or bad for his magic face to become like this. He just felt bitter in his heart.
Huan Qinyan didn't pay much attention to others. In addition to expressing goodwill to Nangong Beichen, he walked through the crowd and stood under the statue of the saint of food.
Someone had already arranged the futon, and Huan Qingyan knelt down slowly.
The hall was buzzing.
"What lineal blood, so mysterious? Still covering your face? Afraid of being recognized?"
"Is it possible that the enchanted false saint was stolen back by the Baili family?"
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Take a deep breath, the time is just about the same, and someone came to lead the magic tilt Yan to the side hall.
Soon, I heard the elder's long voice, drums and music, and the door of the side hall opened slowly.
Huan leaned slowly onto the scarlet carpet.
As soon as I walked out of the door of the side hall, countless eyes were cast on her. There were all kinds of realms. There were many true spiritual masters like dogs, Xuanling masters walked everywhere, and even several Wang spiritual masters.
These eyes gather together, and those with slightly poor psychological quality are afraid that their legs will be soft.
The phantom tilted his face but turned a blind eye. Step by step, although he walked slowly, he was very stable.
Walking into the entrance of the main hall, because the wall of the back hall was hidden into the ground, the light was bright and had a panoramic view.
Huan Qingyan stood against the light. In the eyes of others, it was like being wrapped by halo. She couldn't see her clearly.
She looked up and saw the familiar figure at a glance.
Jimoya!
The man who once only read his name and drank honey between his lips and teeth.
Now as long as I think of it, I regret it. I wish I had never seen a man in my life!
At one glance, the magic face showed that even the ink career was thin and the look was not very good. The whole person's consistent gentle temperament was a little more gloomy.
The footsteps of Huan Qinyan gave a slight meal. The heart that thought she had been numb began to ache again, which made her almost unstable.
This man still has so much influence on himself!
She wanted to cry, but also wanted to rush to grab his clothes and ask him why he lied to himself!
I also want to ask him, have you seen their two children who died at birth? Do you feel guilty?
Now that you have betrayed yourself, why do you put on an expression of surprise and comfort when you see yourself now?
After all, he did nothing. He only glanced at Jimo and fell on Shangqiu Mengqian, Nangong Beichen and white dust seal without stopping.
Shangqiu Mengqian shook his fan and looked at her with some doubt.
Nangong Beichen smiled and nodded to her.
The white dust cover is still staring at Jimo career, and doesn't notice himself at all.
Huan Qinyan sighed slightly in her heart, trying not to trace the trace. When she looked at Nangong Beichen, her eyes were milder.
Nangong Beichen naturally felt it. When he received the invitation from the Baili family, he had a hunch that the Baili family would take this opportunity to correct Huan Qingyan's name.
By the way, the Baili family has a bad reputation as a witch.
Sure enough, things didn't happen as he expected.
At the moment of the appearance of the magic face, he could hardly recognize it if he didn't recognize it in his heart.
People are thin, and their temperament is completely different from before. They are cold, arrogant and aloof, just like the stars and the moon, out of reach.
There is no temperature in the eyes, with a sense of indifference.
Only when he looked at himself, he became gentle and let him find a shadow of the past.
He didn't know whether it was good or bad for his magic face to become like this. He just felt bitter in his heart.
Huan Qinyan didn't pay much attention to others. In addition to expressing goodwill to Nangong Beichen, he walked through the crowd and stood under the statue of the saint of food.
Someone had already arranged the futon, and Huan Qingyan knelt down slowly.
The hall was buzzing.
"What lineal blood, so mysterious? Still covering your face? Afraid of being recognized?"
"Is it possible that the enchanted false saint was stolen back by the Baili family?"
This novel has been translated by www.novelhall. com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.
Take a deep breath, the time is just about the same, and someone came to lead the magic tilt Yan to the side hall.Soon, I heard the elder's long voice, drums and music, and the door of the side hall opened slowly.Huan leaned slowly onto the scarlet carpet.As soon as I walked out of the door of the side hall, countless eyes were cast on her. There were all kinds of realms. There were many true spiritual masters like dogs, Xuanling masters walked everywhere, and even several Wang spiritual masters.These eyes gather together, and those with slightly poor psychological quality are afraid that their legs will be soft.The phantom tilted his face but turned a blind eye. Step by step, although he walked slowly, he was very stable.Walking into the entrance of the main hall, because the wall of the back hall was hidden into the ground, the light was bright and had a panoramic view.Huan Qingyan stood against the light. In the eyes of others, it was like being wrapped by halo. She couldn't see her clearly.She looked up and saw the familiar figure at a glance.Jimoya!The man who once only read his name and drank honey between his lips and teeth.Now as long as I think of it, I regret it. I wish I had never seen a man in my life!At one glance, the magic face showed that even the ink career was thin and the look was not very good. The whole person's consistent gentle temperament was a little more gloomy.The footsteps of Huan Qinyan gave a slight meal. The heart that thought she had been numb began to ache again, which made her almost unstable.This man still has so much influence on himself!She wanted to cry, but also wanted to rush to grab his clothes and ask him why he lied to himself!I also want to ask him, have you seen their two children who died at birth? Do you feel guilty?Now that you have betrayed yourself, why do you put on an expression of surprise and comfort when you see yourself now?After all, he did nothing. He only glanced at Jimo and fell on Shangqiu Mengqian, Nangong Beichen and white dust seal without stopping.Shangqiu Mengqian shook his fan and looked at her with some doubt.Nangong Beichen smiled and nodded to her.The white dust cover is still staring at Jimo career, and doesn't notice himself at all.Huan Qinyan sighed slightly in her heart, trying not to trace the trace. When she looked at Nangong Beichen, her eyes were milder.Nangong Beichen naturally felt it. When he received the invitation from the Baili family, he had a hunch that the Baili family would take this opportunity to correct Huan Qingyan's name.By the way, the Baili family has a bad reputation as a witch.Sure enough, things didn't happen as he expected.At the moment of the appearance of the magic face, he could hardly recognize it if he didn't recognize it in his heart.People are thin, and their temperament is completely different from before. They are cold, arrogant and aloof, just like the stars and the moon, out of reach.There is no temperature in the eyes, with a sense of indifference.Only when he looked at himself, he became gentle and let him find a shadow of the past.He didn't know whether it was good or bad for his magic face to become like this. He just felt bitter in his heart.Huan Qinyan didn't pay much attention to others. In addition to expressing goodwill to Nangong Beichen, he walked through the crowd and stood under the statue of the saint of food.Someone had already arranged the futon, and Huan Qingyan knelt down slowly.The hall was buzzing."What lineal blood, so mysterious? Still covering your face? Afraid of being recognized?""Is it possible that the enchanted false saint was stolen back by the Baili family?"This novel has been translated by www.novelhall. com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.
