The power of thought is manifested, to put it bluntly, it is just the realization of imagined things into existence in a real world.

The sword pattern of the Gugu is the ribs, so Huayan subconsciously imagined this image and used spiritual power to manifest it.

"Give an example."

Hua Yan pointed at the bone ghoul and started to peel off: "As a second-sting ape, we can have a soul bone in our bones, cosplay Tang San in minutes."

Tang.Bonegu.Man.Futi Shiro: "…????"

#You are so naughty that you were not stealing the horse manure hidden by my brother?

"And then, for example, Uncle Minghu." Hua Yan slapped the innocent Minghu standing on the side. The moment the spiritual power was born, Minghu inexplicably had a tail.

"Come on, try how powerful your tail He is, Jinmu Minghu!"

Kaneki. Tokyo foodie. Minghu. Ken: "…????????????" You say it again? What's the end?!

"Then..." Hua Yan glanced at the Sanri Moon Sect, which was keeping the demonic nature of the elderly, and said with a smile on one side, "It's so good, very good", and then slapped it again. "It's decided it's you! Yueye Sanri Moon!"

Yueye. Three Suns and Moon. Sailor Moon. Rabbit. Zong Jin: "...hahaha, it's so good."

#It means the moon destroys you, Lord.

In order to avoid becoming the fourth victim of Pipihua's men, the onlookers retreated quickly and took Hua Yan's pretentious collection by the way.

Hua Yan, who is still successful in her life today, feels that the heights are so cold, and she is empty, lonely and cold.

How to relieve worries? Only the sun bird_(:зゝ∠)_

So after a day of work, Zong Sanyi was about to go back and take a hot bath and have a good sleep. He opened the door and saw himself lying on the bedding with a charming and charming posture.

Every time I change the shell, there is Zhen. Zong San, who is in crisis, has no expression on his face and is used to slam the door and turns around and is about to leave. The next second, he turns around and finds that his shell has been replaced.

The next second, the door was pushed open with a slam, and Hua Yan, who was pressing against her shell, rushed towards the beauty who had not had time to change her position on the bedding.

"How many years have you been? The birds stewed slowly at a slow speed have to stew the meat into a soy soup! You still refuse to sleep with me!"

The delicate and flower-like girl has a very powerful lethality when she feels wronged. Her bright red lips pouted slightly, her foggy burgundy eyes drooped slightly, and her crying look can immediately make people forget that she is a skinny flower.

Such a beauty is courting calmly in your arms, and the one who can hold back is simply not a man.

Of course Zong San was a normal man, so he immediately raised his arms and covered his eyes, rubbed his head that had been arching into his arms, and said calmly: "...it's too small, I can't get out of my mouth."

Hua Yan was furious. Although her shell looked only thirteen or fourteen years old, the marriage age of a Japanese woman was sixteen. Who could not get married in ancient times? This old knife actually played with her!

She will be angry if she is rejected again and again?! She also has the dignity of a peerless beauty?! As a former beauty god, who can't be able to catch anyone with just hooking her fingers?!

The stubborn slutty bitch, who was angry and angry, slapped her forehead with a palm. The next second, her long dark and soft hair was windless, winding all over the floor like ink.

The tender and slender body gradually became slender and plump, the delicate and sweet facial features gradually grew, and the fair skin seemed to be covered with a layer of soft light, and the whole world seemed to be lit up.

"Look at me." The soft and gentle female voice sounded softly, like a misty illusion, "You open your eyes and look at me, Zong San--"

No one can remain rational under the call of this voice, and be called so gently by her, even if she says "please die", she will nod willingly.

Knowing that it shouldn't have been done, Zong San still opened his eyes. His reason was already shaky and could not support his stubbornness.

The moment he opened his eyes, he felt his eyes lit up, and the next second, his mind was blank.

People always describe women as beautiful and beautiful, as if they are to devote all their words to depict their flawlessness.

But the moment Zong San opened his eyes, there was only a blank space left in his mind.

He didn't think about anything, or he didn't have time to think about anything.

Hua Yan once was in charge of the Moonlight Lake of the Elf clan. At that time, she had not yet obtained the divine nature, but countless elves with cold and beautiful personalities always walked to the Moonlight Lake without hesitation, praising Yisidal's beauty.

Yisildar's beauty lies not only in her perfect facial features and soft body shape, but in her more beautiful lies in her artistic conception. Where she is, she is the quiet pool where the hazy moonlight is poured down.

Her face is bright, and even if she doesn't smile, a gentle look can make people feel heartbroken and desperate.

——Unreachable sorrow, and despair that can never be obtained.

"Do you love me?" The goddess who could not even get the qualification to kiss the corner of her skirt was laughing, gentle and shallow, "Do you love me?"

Zong San's eyes were dissipated, his lips moved slightly, and he sighed as if he had given up: "...love."

He didn't realize what he had answered, because he could only see the smile on the corner of the goddess's lips, and asked lighter and softer: "Do you want me?"

Zong San opened his thin lips lightly, and a strong sense of despair and absurdity hit him. He clenched his fists almost instantly, and with such force, he pinched his palms out of blood.

Hua Yan, who smelled the bloody smell, suddenly lowered her head and spread her fingers hard. Seeing the bloody patch of his palm, Hua Yan almost immediately collapsed.

"It's like this and this and this and this! Woo-what, I knew that there would be no good end when I change back -!!!"

Who can believe that the most beautiful god in heaven has never even talked about love?! It sounds like a traitor, but this is the truth!

For more than four hundred years, Hua Yan has met a beautiful woman whom she is happy. The monster is not loyal to the details and has no chastity. It is not uncommon to take the initiative to court.

Although Huayan used to be a cold route and would take the initiative to meet Xinyi's beauty, she is still single until now. What is she doing?!

——Because, because people, even her little hands don’t dare to touch them!

Everyone treated her as the unattainable moon in the sky, and would rather bow her head and kiss her instep than stand up and hug her shoulders.

Of course, heroes and beauties are not without powerful gods who love her and then court them. The problem is that Hua Yan is so cute and crooked. She likes charming sluts, handsome and cold... She doesn't like it either!

But how many male gods who are so powerful that they become the overlord of the country and are not intimidated by her appearance are charming? Not to mention the Western world where handsomeness is the main aesthetic direction.

Hua Yan hammered the pillow hard, wrapped herself up with a quilt and started making trouble.

"I don't care about it, I don't care about it! I want a Japanese knife, I want a Japanese knife, I want a Japanese knife! Japanese knife is not illegal!"

Pipihua, who had been holding it in for more than 400 years, was so aggrieved that she almost cried. She just felt that she wanted to be beautiful, but she didn't expect that being too beautiful would bring about a "lonely life" debuff.

Hua Yan's face stopped shaking in front of her eyes. Zong San bit his tongue and barely regained his reason. When he relaxed, he found that his chest was suffocating due to suffocation, and he suddenly felt even more absurd.

Yes, before Huayan became Yishudal, Zong San was still in the mood to make fun of her, but when Yishudal was really standing in front of him, Zong San felt an unprecedented sense of absurdity.

...Isn't it ridiculous for such a woman to fall in love with herself at first sight?

Reading love at first sight is destined to write about color. Although Zong San feels inferior to his identity as a bird in a cage, he never underestimates himself for his beauty.

He changed from a practical combat knife to a decorative knife, which was once a dowry item. Although he could not compete with the world's most beautiful sword, the Three Suns and Moon Sect, he was also confident that he had different styles of beauty.

But when he saw Yisidal, Zong San's confidence was instantly defeated, and he could not even have the courage to whitewash Taiping. Apart from absurdity, it was still absurdity.

——What other beauty are you looking for? Isn’t it good to look in the mirror yourself?

Zong San's mood fell to the bottom in an instant.

But before his inferiority complex turned into despair, Hua Yan arched over without hesitation and kissed him almost cruelly.

"No matter how much you are, let's sleep first!"

Hua Yan bit through the tip of her tongue, pressed Zong San's throat with a lingering wet kiss, and exchanged each other's blood.

Zong San felt a heat flowing up his eyebrows. He was surprised to find that this was a slowly forming contract.

Marriage Deed.

"Do you have a relationship." Hua Yan kissed the corner of his lips, and his words were hoarse and soft, "I will kill you if I break up."

Zong San: “…=_=!!!”

At this time, I can't bear it not only a male blade, but even a blade.

The bird in the cage was flirted with Pipi Flower and exploded, fighting for its future family status.

The next day, Hua Yan went to the study with blood on her mouth, but Zong San stayed in the house with a bad look and refused to go out. From her neck to half of her face, she was covered with tooth marks.

A love "action movie" that almost hit both sides.

But the side who should have been shy was not shy at all. She ran to the kitchen with a kiss mark on her face: "mama! Give me two bowls of red bean rice!"

Cut the candlestick and throw the pot of curry in your hand.

So on that day, the matter of the fact that the examiner of the gods was officially naturalized by Zuo Wenzi's family was known to everyone under the deliberate display of the parties involved.

Faced with the congratulations of Yipang, which was either subtle, ambiguous or straightforward, Hua Yan was not embarrassed at all. She even ran out to the pang to pick a lot of flowers of the season and carried them to the house in front of the house and arranged them into a flower bed.

“if        you        were        a        teardrop,in        my        eye,for        fear        of        losing        you,i        would        never        cry.”

“and        if        the        golden        sun,should        cease        to        shine        its        light,just        one        □□ile        from        you,would        make        my        whole        world        bright.”

If you are in my eyes, a tear, in order not to lose you, I will never cry.

If the golden sunlight stops its dazzling light, your smile will illuminate my entire world.

Hua Yan sang a strange song with a tune.

She once lived in the elves for a very long time. In addition to beauty and powerful magic, the elves are famous for their talents and infatuation.

Although no one in the Murama can understand Huayan's songs, the flowing tune is like the wine that is getting more and more fragrant, with the long-lasting affection and tenderness of time.

My lover, I wish you a clear mind after experiencing storms, and I wish you will remain gentle when you go through the times.

My lover, I hope you are in a deep trough and long for hope. I hope you have never despaired and wait for me to join hands.

May your bright moon shine on your heart, pure and pure; may you turn into a flower seed and fall into my heart.
Chapter completed!