My magic stick is going to heaven!

At this time, a hand grasped Wen Changlang's hand propped on his face without any warning, but a gentle voice sounded slowly:

"Fool, don't cry."

Wen Changlang's body was stiff, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the still clear and beautiful face, and the familiar gentle smile.

It's just that the slightly sunken eye sockets made Wen Changlang's tears flow more fiercely in an instant.

"Master Governor..."

Wen Changlang threw himself into the extremely familiar, warm and spacious arms, buried his face in it, and cried bitterly, the crying was full of grievances.

Shang Yanzhou's eyes are now completely dark, although he is not used to it.

But still relying on memory, he put his hand on the top of the soft and fluffy hair, and patted it delicately and gently, with a teasing voice:

"Crying so much?"

"Bullshit! You bastard, you'll never see my pretty face again. Let you do it!"

Wen Changlang's voice choked up, and the more he talked, the more tears flooded.

Shang Yanzhou curled his lips and said in a charming voice, "It's nothing, I've already remembered it in my heart."

After a pause, Shang Yanzhou groped to hold Wen Changlang's face with both hands, and said intently:

"Little Langer, go ahead and fulfill your responsibilities. I believe you must be the bravest and best grudge master. Don't let down this yin and yang shop that has gone through 500 years of wind and rain, let alone put yourself in the wrong place." over choice."

"Because you never need to choose, and I am not in your options, so you don't need to be embarrassed, and you don't need to feel guilty."

Wen Changlang didn't speak, but Shang Yanzhou knew that he listened.

Sighing softly, Wen Changlang pulled back slightly, and kissed the pale lips, with a hoarse voice: "What you want me to do, I will definitely, I will not let you down!"

Letting go of Shang Yanzhou's embrace, Wen Changlang stood up, twitching the corners of his mouth easily, and still in the mood to joke with Wu Chu:

"What are you looking at, haven't you seen the peerless handsome face of the young master!"

Wu Chu: "...No"

With a raised arm, Wen Changlang rose into the air, and when his feet stepped on the ground, huge spiritual power shook the surroundings, and those clamoring wandering souls were instantly shaken to nothing.

Only the ugly man in front of him remained.

"You're so ugly and you come out to play around, hmph, don't you feel embarrassed?"

The shock in his eyes was retracted because of this sentence, and he snorted coldly:

"I didn't expect you to suddenly realize the inheritance of Yin Yang shop. I should have killed you if I knew it earlier!"

Wen Changlang shrugged and said in a lazy voice, "No, you've already killed once, so now, it's my turn."

As soon as the words fell, Wen Changlang directly sacrificed the sword of spirit. At first, he could sacrifice the sword of spirit with all his efforts, but now it is effortless. It is conceivable that Wen Changlang, who has recovered his psychic eyes, is so powerful. the point.

bump!

Wen Changlang directly jumped out of the restriction of Yin Yang Shop, and fought with him. The powerful fluctuation of spiritual power caused all the wandering souls in a radius of a hundred miles to be scattered.

In an instant, mourning was everywhere.

Immortals fight and bring disaster to Chiyu.

With one hand free, Wen Changlang secretly drew the formations in the Suo Ling formation, and then injected spiritual power to perfect the entire formation bit by bit.

There was another fierce collision, both of them were shocked back several miles, their mouths were fishy, ​​and they spat out blood.

Seeing that the situation was not good, he wanted to escape, but at this time, the large spirit lock formation secretly arranged by Wen Changlang during the fight had quietly formed.

Under the suppression of the great formation, the surrounding blood began to become restless and frantically fled around.