The night is bright and the stars are sparse, and the three bright moons under the mist seem a little hazy. The shimmering moon is reflected on the Yin and Yang Lake. The forest and Zhuge are also wandering on the shore. The two of them look at the stars in the sky. In the deep blue, people have to feel desire. The desire to explore the unknown bursts out in their hearts.

No matter how anxious a person is, as long as he sees such a scene, he can calm down and fall into thinking. Lin Ye thought, if it weren't for the deafening telephone call, he would have thought it would have been like this.

"You can't stand it either?" Lin also asked Zhuge Luan.

Zhuge Ran nodded when he heard this and agreed to Lin Ye: "In comparison, the Demon Cult is nothing." He looked at the party in the center of the island from afar, and then said: "This is simply a sea of ​​fetal hair."

Lin Ye waved his sleeves and directly isolated the shore of Yin-Yang Island from the center of the island, forming an invisible barrier to prevent the noise from coming into his ears.

Zhuge Ran was stunned and didn't say anything, and continued to walk with Lin Ye.

"The war is coming, are you not worried?" Lin Ye suddenly asked blankly. He didn't want to know the answer to the question, he just wanted to know if anyone was the same as him.

"care?"

"Or people who care about it."

Zhuge Ran sighed in his eyes, his lips did not open and closed at all, and he said in a ventral language: "If there is, I will kill that person with my own hands, as always."

Lin didn't say anything, and he was like Zhuge Luan, but the person he cared about was not killed by himself, but time. He was a relic of the previous era. Things about him only exist in the catalog of the Sword Lord. He was like a pocket watch eliminated by time. In addition to continuing to rotate stubbornly, what he could care about was the old photos on the cover of the pocket watch, missing the old friends who had been buried in the long river of history.

Zhuge Ran didn’t know why Lin asked such a question. No matter how powerful a person is, does he have a knot in his heart?

Two disabled people were walking blindly by the river, one was blind and the other was mute, and there was nothing wrong with it.

On the edge of the lake, Chu Mengrong was soaked in the water with her snow-white feet, swaying constantly, stirring the water in the lake, like a naughty child, humming an unknown nursery rhyme in her mouth.

The two paused when they saw this, and couldn't bear to startle this beautiful scene.

"I'll tell you a secret, but you have to buy it with 100,000 spirit stones. The entire universe, except for the Blood-Borror Pavilion Master, is the only one who knows it now." Lin Ye closed his eyes and said calmly.

Zhuge Ran was stunned when he heard this. An existence like Lin Ye would never make a joke. He actually said that this secret is worth 100,000 spirit stones, so it is definitely worth it.

Zhuge Luan did not answer. He did not lack spirit stones. The wealth he had burned, killed and looted for more than two thousand years was enough to rival the enemy country. He found a storage bag from his sleeve and placed it on Lin Ye's dry and wrinkled palm.

Faced with this money that was already a huge sum of money for ordinary monks, Lin didn't care at all. He didn't look at how many spirit stones there were, but just put them in his sleeves calmly.

"What's the secret?"

Zhuge Luan was also a little curious.

Lin Ye turned around and left in the opposite direction of Chu Mengrong. Zhuge Luan also followed Lin Ye's footsteps.

"The adorable daughter of the blood-torming Pavilion Master is about five years older than him."

Lin Ye said calmly.

boom!

Zhuge Luanru was hit by lightning, and it was indeed worth 100,000 spirit stones! This was probably the most impactful gossip he had heard in two thousand years.

"In this way, the Blood-Born Pavilion Master is only in his early twenties? He is less than half a year old?"

Zhuge Luan said in shock that he could detect Chu Mengrong's age, but he had no choice but to do anything to Li Bumian.

"Yes, he's too young, for my long years."

Lin Ye said calmly.

Chu Mengrong, who was by the lake, did not notice the arrival of the two of them at all. She swayed her feet, held her cheeks with one hand, thinking about the wish Li Bumian promised her.

In the center of the island, there are still demons dancing around, sweating profusely male chest muscles, blowing and crackling snow-white thighs, and the hormones secreted by males and females are intertwined. Xiao Xuan's DJing skills are so slutty that they explode. If this is on Earth, it will probably turn into a flirting party soon. But after all, everyone present is a monk, and it is hi, but it will not break the lower limit.

Song Shiyun and Xue Ruyue sat on the booth. Because Xiao Xuan had a strong control ability, relaxed and had a good rhythm, driven by the atmosphere, the two women became a little confused and started a French kiss in public, and the taste buds that penetrated each other's throats were intertwined and intertwined, and the sweet and lubricating like strawberry milkshake filled each other's mouths.

Unfortunately, no one noticed the scene in this corner, only the Yin-Yang Master saw it.

Yin and Yang Master: "!"

The Yin-Yang Master hid behind a wall, revealing half of his face to observe in secret, and his daughter came out.

After a long time, the lips of the two women slowly separated, and Song Shiyun wiped Xue Ruyue's hair lovingly. Xue Ruyue got into the magnificence of Song Shiyun's chest like a kitten.

The Yin-Yang Master was stunned for a long time. The fog that many years ago was finally untied. About a hundred years ago, he arranged a marriage for Xue Ruyue, but his fiancé suddenly died. It turned out that this was the case...

After a long time, the Yin-Yang Master let out a deep breath and said to himself: "It's almost the end of the world, let her go."

The Yin-Yang Sect Master smiled and fled to his mansion. The news brought by the Gu family made him know that the riots in Wufeng Continent were not far away.

Li Bumian sat alone on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest. Han Yang was busy with something. It seemed that the elder of a sect was so excited that he meditated cross-legged on the barbecue grill, saying that he wanted to practice martial arts and broke the barbecue machine. Only Han Yang could handle such things.

Suning didn't dare to sit down. At this time, he and Li Bumian were alone and had to seize this opportunity!

At this time, the popularity of the live broadcast room soared to hundreds of millions. He felt that he was not far from the realm of the fusion. If he continued to develop like this, he could even beat the heads of the five major sects!

At this time, a golden special effects barrage flashed. It was a silver-haired woman with a level 999 with a knife. She could not find a clue within the Wanjie Live Platform, so she had to focus on Suning.

[Ask him if he is married and how many girlfriends he has.]

Suning was in a hurry, and it was really hard to please these tycoons. His identities were very different from Li Bumian. Now he was just a small electronic person. How could he ask such a sensitive topic?

Suning typed in the live broadcast room: [Lao Tie, this person is the boss of the evil forces, I dare not ask?]

One-sword Level 999: [Idiot, don’t you know how to ask more tactfully?]

Suning fought against the gods and man for a long time, and after a long time, he mustered up the courage and asked Li Bumian: "President, you are so heroic, I wonder how many women are interested in you."

Suning pretended to flatter, but in fact he was in an extremely obscure way to attack Li Bumian's situation.

One sword is 999; [That's right.]

Li Bumian opened and closed his eyes when he heard this, and his beautiful eyes looked straight at Suning.
Chapter completed!