Looking Through the Mirror

Kaiming Jun fell on the branch of Jianmu, holding his subduing demon pestle in his arms, bent one leg and kicked it on the tree, while the other was hanging outside, swinging leisurely.Hearing the movement from far to near, he lazily raised his eyelids, looked at the slowly approaching person from the corner of his eye, and called out to Xianjun.

Oops, what kind of wind is blowing today to bring someone like Xianjun here?

Three points of provocation, seven points of sarcasm, put together is very indecent.Hongli didn't pay any attention, and just said: I want to go down to the lower realm, please let Kaiming Lord let me go.

He traveled all the way south from Xianjing to this point, the sadness on his face has been wiped off by the wind, frost, snow and rain, and there is a little bit of tiredness hanging in the corners of his eyes, but they are also precarious. When the long eyelashes are drawn, they follow the flying flowers hanging above. Gone without a trace.

The cold wind blew over the copper bell tied around his waist, ding ding dong dong dong, Hongli hooked his fingers slightly, and his fingertips felt a piece of ice cold, so he repeated: Please let the enlightened Lord let go.

Kai Mingjun looked at him strangely for a while, then suddenly rolled his eyes and laughed out loud.

The two of them had always been at odds, one of them was stationed in Nanyuan and the other was in Xianjing, and they rarely saw each other, so they lived in peace.Now that enemies meet each other, they are naturally extremely jealous.Seeing Jun Kaiming turning over and jumping to the ground, the subduing magic pestle slashed at the person coming with the power of wind and thunder, but barely stopped at an inch above his head. kill you?

Hongli raised his eyes to look at him, and asked: Do you want to fight with me?

His question was like water drops falling on the lake when it rained, it fell lightly, but it unexpectedly stirred up boundless waves.The enlightened gentleman didn't know what he was thinking about, and an unknown fire suddenly arose in his heart.It's just that his fire is different from other people's, the more it burns, the more unrecognizable it is on his face. At this time, he held the magic subduing pestle to pull out a flower, pointed the stick to the ground, and raised his jaw slightly, asking me to It's not too difficult to let him go, it depends on whether Xianjun Hongli wants to let go.

He said, Xianjun knelt down and begged me, and I let him go.

Hongli finally laughed too.He lightly stroked the copper bell on his waist, then raised two fingers and swiped casually. The sharp sword energy swept across, drawing a deep groove like a thunder pool on the ground.

Hongli said: I'm crazy about losing ink, it's really not a big deal.The enlightened gentleman insists on seeking death, so how can I fail to do so?

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A series I wanted to write a long time ago

But the pigeon

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just want to write

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