Mitchell suddenly felt a chill running down his spine. The voice just now sounded so familiar!
She turned her head shrinkingly, who was standing behind her if it wasn't her Yushu Linfeng master? She was always dressed in red and dressed in a nondescript manner. Apart from her master, she couldn't find anyone else! Although she was already old and about to die.
Even though he is old, he still stays tall and emerald like a evergreen man, and his face is so rosy that even a young man in his twenties cannot compare with him. Or maybe he has good looks, and a man of more than 200 years old looks only thirty years old.
But right now, this thirty-year-old man seems to be staring at the arrogant villain and sneering.
"Master, we are looking at the mirror!" Mitchell secretly exclaimed something bad. He quickly moved to please the master and raised the mirror in his hand high. The mirror without magic just reflected the expression after being scolded by the disciple. It was simply
Stinkers than the shit painted by Ding Yaoyao
"Huh? Demon-looking mirror! Girl, I haven't seen you for three years. Where did you get this treasure?" When he saw the demon-looking mirror, the thirty-year-old man instantly became ten years younger.
"Hey! This is mine!" Narcissus, who had been left aside, finally interjected, grabbed the demon mirror and glared at Mitchell fiercely: Take care of your master, he actually dares to covet it.
My magic mirror!
No, my master is a gentleman. Silence is better than sound at this time. Michelle is definitely protecting her master.
"You girl, when did I covet your magic mirror? You are actually talking nonsense. But according to my old hijab's judgment, you girl must be the descendant of that promiscuous girl!" This demon mirror is a shining unique brand, I think he could have done it back then.
Touch it frequently
"Eh? Are you the old Hijab? The old Hijab that my master, the promiscuous girl, dreams about all day long? No wonder, no wonder!"
Shuixian'er's guard was relieved and she started to click her tongue. Sure enough, what kind of bird deserves what kind of nest. In the past, she had been thinking about whether anyone could take her master's face, which looked like the sky was falling and he was covered by a blanket.
The question is, sure enough, there really is such a nest waiting for such a bird in this world.
"What? Your master thinks about me all day long?" Old Hijab suddenly grabbed Shuixian'er and asked excitedly. Could it be that Lang Meizi still thinks of him after so many years? She was so happy! Old Hijab cried with joy!
"What is he crying for?" Narcissus asked after struggling to break away from the old Hijab's clutches, pulling Mitchell over.
"I don't know! Who knows why he is crying? There is something wrong with my master's head!"