Luo Qingyue took back the silver thread and breathed a sigh of relief.
She is now weak, has no spiritual skills, and cannot use the silver thread at all. It was just a pretense.
"Not too stupid!" Yun Huanchen walked out of the fog, pulled Luo Qingyue up, and said calmly.
Luo Qingyue pursed her lips and said nothing, her expression cold.
"The guardian beast that guarded the thousand-year-old snow lotus has disappeared. Just wait, I will get it for you."
After saying this, Yun Huanchen climbed down the cliff again.
Just as he was about to stretch out his hand to pick the thousand-year-old snow lotus, Yun Huanchen suddenly came face to face with a fierce momentum, forcing Yun Huanchen to not take a step forward.
Luo Qingyue raised her eyebrows slightly, is there a guardian beast?
A purple afterimage passed by in mid-air, and a figure suddenly appeared in front of Luo Qingyue.
The purple clothes are flying and the momentum is overwhelming!
Yun Huanchen turned over and saw a strange man standing leisurely.
Thousands of black hair poured down from his shoulders like splashed ink, and a mask as thin as cicada wings covered the man's face, revealing his perfect jaw and a pair of purple eyes that could dazzle the world.
The shimmering eyes are like a stream of autumn water, filling the scene like a seductive abyss. If you are not careful, you will be sucked in and you will be doomed!
At this moment, he was standing with one hand behind his back, and the other hand was holding the thousand-year-old snow lotus.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the thousand-year-old snow lotus in his hand, his eyes focused and he didn't know what he was thinking.
A flash of shock flashed across Luo Qingyue's eyes, it was him!
The man she had just traveled through time and was lying in an ice coffin in the cave.
But isn't his hair white? Why is it dark now?
Except for the mask on the face and the body shape, everything else is different.
Is it him?
The one who almost didn't beat her to death?
"What do you mean by this?" Yun Huanchen said coldly.
He eliminated the Huang Jiao Jade Insect, but the man who appeared inexplicably in front of him actually took away the Thousand-Year Snow Lotus with ease. Does this mean that he made a wedding dress for someone else?
The man in purple slowly raised his eyes. Hidden in the cold mask was a pair of eyes that could shock the world. Waves of light flowed in his eyes as he looked at Yun Huanchen in front of him without saying a word.
With a slight glance, he suddenly looked at Luo Qingyue, who had just stood up. His eyes flickered, but he still didn't say a word.
is her?!
"Your Excellency, please return the Thousand-Year Snow Lotus to us." Yun Huanchen felt unhappy.
"Return?" A faint word, like a jade stone falling to the ground, falling to the ground with coolness.
"Shouldn't your Excellency return our things if you took them?" Yun Huanchen spoke softly and in a bad tone.
"I never know what return is!"
The cold words flew up, shocking Yun Huanchen.
My name? What an arrogant title!
"What exactly do you mean?"
"What do you mean by this, are you qualified to ask?" The man in purple slightly opened his thin lips and glanced at Yun Huanchen.
Just a faint glance made Yun Huanchen feel extremely coercive around him!
What exactly is this person's strength?
"Master, have you found the Millennium Snow Lotus?"
A sudden childish sound sounded, and a small furry ball suddenly popped out of the man in purple's arms.
The little ball is only the size of a fist, with snow-white fur. There are two little rabbit-like ears on the ball. The short legs are as thin as matchsticks. The big blue eyes flicker. The whole thing looks like
He is the real-life version of Big Head's son.
When Luo Qingyue saw that little thing, she was instantly shocked——
"Roxi, can you take a look at the quality of this grass?" the man in purple said calmly.
Luo Qingyue, who was originally scorched, suddenly became confused in the wind——
Grass? This grass?
Yun Huanchen's face was also a little dark. The man in front of him actually called the fifth-level spiritual product grass?
Is he ignorant or is he too arrogant?
"No! This grass is too rubbish!" the little furball said.
The childlike tone is like a delicate child.
As the little fur ball fell, the man in purple suddenly lost interest in the grass in his hand, and purple light spots appeared on his fingertips, as if he wanted to melt the thousand-year-old snow lotus in front of him.