Jiaoyue's cultivation is a mystery in the entire dark forces. He claims to be the Eight-Star Holy Illusionist, but his cultivation has long surpassed the Nine-Star God Emperor Yu Liuli. Everyone is guessing about his true strength.
Is he the Ten-Star God Emperor, or has he reached the super-god level above the Ten-Stars?
Hua Ying walked to the door of Jiao Yue's room and knocked on the door: "Master, it's Hua Ying."
"Come in."
Hua Ying calmed down and pushed the door open without being attentive.
"Master, Hua Ying has made some sweets, please try it." Hua Ying smelled the faint fragrance as soon as she walked in. This strange fragrance comes every time she is near the bright moon. In fact, it is quite refreshing.
Hua Ying walked over with snacks in hand and saw Leng Han and Haoyue sitting in front of the bronze mirror, seeming to be carefully looking at her face.
"..." A stiff smile appeared on Hua Ying's face. It was rare for a man to care so much about appearance.
"Put it down and come here." Jiao Yue said slightly.
Hua Ying put down the dessert plate and walked towards Jiao Yue. Jiao Yue made a gesture and she knelt down beside him. Jiao Yue stretched out her right hand and touched the scar on Hua Ying's face with her long fingers.
Hua Ying originally wanted to take a step back, but she felt it felt weird, but in the end she didn't move.
"Where did the injury on your face come from?" Jiao Yue asked softly. This was the first time in half a year that he looked at her face so seriously.
"I don't know, Hua Ying has forgotten it." Hua Ying really didn't remember that she had such an additional wound after coming to this world.
A facial injury is nothing to a person who plans to rely on his strength to speak.
"I have some medical skills and can cure your injury, but it's better to be beautiful." Jiaoyue said lightly. He particularly cares about his appearance and also likes beautiful things.
Beautiful things have flaws. In his opinion, there are two paths, either perfect creation or destruction.
"Thank you, Master." Hua Ying stared at Gaoyue's flawless face. A person who loves beauty must have studied how to heal scars.
Jiao Yue picked up a wooden comb and handed it to Hua Ying. Hua Ying took the wooden comb. Master, is he asking her to comb his hair?
Hua Ying carefully combed Jiao Yue's hair. He took great care of his hair. Jiao Yue's long red hair was always so dazzlingly red, so shocking, as if it was dyed red by blood.
After a long time, Huaying heard the bright moon sigh and asked softly: "Master, why are you sighing?"
Jiaoyue frowned slightly, and a soft smile appeared at the corner of her mouth: "I just feel that I am far away from my dream."
Suddenly her heart moved, Hua Ying liked her master at this time. The smile on his face did not have a ferocious murderous look, just a faint smile, like a loving elder. This feeling was quite good.
…
The sky has just turned a fish belly white, and the first ray of morning light shines on the earth.
The blacksmiths of the dark forces have all created their own carefully designed phantom weapons. The top three will be selected by the two great masters and will have the opportunity to advance to become the silver medal killers of the dark forces.
In the competition arena, everyone held their breath and concentrated.
Dozens of people stood in a row below, and Hua Ying also stood among them. Hua Ying clenched the magic weapon in her hand, hoping that she would not disappoint Gao Yue this time.
The bright moon on the high platform stood up and personally tested these magic weapons.
Bright Moon walked up to the first person, who held his magic weapon in both hands and asked Bright Moon to appreciate it.
"Bang -" there was a clear sound, and Jiao Yue used two fingers to break the head of the gun.
The man was stunned at first, and could only lower his head in frustration. Jiaoyue's cultivation is a mystery in the entire dark forces. He claims to be an eight-star sacred magician, but his cultivation has long been surpassed.
Everyone is speculating about the Nine-Star God Emperor Yu Liuli. Is his true strength the Ten-Star God Emperor, or has he reached the level of super-god above the Ten-Stars?
Hua Ying walked to the door of Jiao Yue's room and knocked on the door: "Master, it's Hua Ying."
"Come in."
Hua Ying calmed down and pushed the door open without being attentive.
"Master, Hua Ying has made some sweets, please try it." Hua Ying smelled the faint fragrance as soon as she walked in. This strange fragrance comes every time she is near the bright moon. In fact, it is quite refreshing.
Hua Ying walked over with snacks in hand and saw Leng Han and Haoyue sitting in front of the bronze mirror, seeming to be carefully looking at her face.
"..." A stiff smile appeared on Hua Ying's face. It was rare for a man to care so much about appearance.
"Put it down and come here." Jiao Yue said slightly.
Hua Ying put down the dessert plate and walked towards Jiao Yue. Jiao Yue made a gesture and she knelt down beside him. Jiao Yue stretched out her right hand and touched the scar on Hua Ying's face with her long fingers.
Hua Ying originally wanted to take a step back, but she felt it felt weird, but in the end she didn't move.
"Where did the injury on your face come from?" Jiao Yue asked softly. This was the first time in half a year that he looked at her face so seriously.
"I don't know, Hua Ying has forgotten it." Hua Ying really didn't remember that she had such an additional wound after coming to this world.
A facial injury is nothing to a person who plans to rely on his strength to speak.
"I have some medical skills and can cure your injury, but it's better to be beautiful." Jiaoyue said lightly. He particularly cares about his appearance and also likes beautiful things.
Beautiful things have flaws. In his opinion, there are two paths, either perfect creation or destruction.
"Thank you, Master." Hua Ying stared at Gaoyue's flawless face. A person who loves beauty must have studied how to heal scars.
Jiao Yue picked up a wooden comb and handed it to Hua Ying. Hua Ying took the wooden comb. Master, is he asking her to comb his hair?
Hua Ying carefully combed Jiao Yue's hair. He took great care of his hair. Jiao Yue's long red hair was always so dazzlingly red, so shocking, as if it was dyed red by blood.
After a long time, Huaying heard the bright moon sigh and asked softly: "Master, why are you sighing?"
Jiaoyue frowned slightly, and a soft smile appeared at the corner of her mouth: "I just feel that I am far away from my dream."
Suddenly her heart moved, Hua Ying liked her master at this time. The smile on his face did not have a ferocious murderous look, just a faint smile, like a loving elder. This feeling was quite good.
…
The sky has just turned a fish belly white, and the first ray of morning light shines on the earth.
The blacksmiths of the dark forces have all created their own carefully designed phantom weapons. The top three will be selected by the two great masters and will have the opportunity to advance to become the silver medal killers of the dark forces.
In the competition arena, everyone held their breath and concentrated.
Dozens of people stood in a row below, and Hua Ying also stood among them. Hua Ying clenched the magic weapon in her hand, hoping that she would not disappoint Gao Yue this time.
The bright moon on the high platform stood up and personally tested these magic weapons.
Bright Moon walked up to the first person, who held his magic weapon in both hands and asked Bright Moon to appreciate it.
"Bang -" there was a clear sound, and Jiao Yue used two fingers to break the head of the gun.
The man was stunned for a moment and could only lower his head in frustration.