He was a model in the world of self-cultivation in his last life.

To, the voice came first.

She smiled and said: "Such a big happy event, it's time to have a big banquet to celebrate the 49th of July. If you hide it like this, the slave family just wants to congratulate, and there is no place to give gifts. It seems that I haven't seen you for a thousand years, fellow Taoist Mo Yu My brain is still not very smart, hehehe~"

When Mo Feiheng heard this voice, his heart moved.

... Chen Xiao really acted.

And Moyu Daoist, whom the woman was talking about, swung his hand with a sword, and killed the person who came.

Jiuli's scalp went numb.

He felt the real killing intent, and this sword didn't seem like a joke at all.

Is it...

The ones who came were not the friendly troops of Qingtian Trading Company, but the enemies of Xuanzu Moyu?

Shouldn't be.

He was full of suspicion, when he heard the woman's laughter stop, which turned into a scream: "Song Yanfeng!!! You actually want to scratch my face!! I will kill you!"

Jiuli: "..."

There is no need to doubt, it must be the mortal enemy.

The tribulation-crossing power of the Three Sects of Beiming: "..."

Another tribulation coming!

What a mess! ! !

[Occupy a little text space: Happy Dragon Boat Festival, babies! ! !Give out red envelopes today, come on, give me your little hands~]

The author has something to say: [Little Black Sword woke up, so——]

Idiot Gu: I'm a little flustered, what should I do?

Tangyuan Gu Hehe: Level zero, I have nothing to fear.

Happy Dragon Boat Festival, fairies!