Countless black Qi feathers and leaves collided silently in the air and disappeared silently.

The leaves collapsed and turned into dust in the sky, and a person walked out of the dust.

He was covered with a snow-white cloak on his shoulders, and his snow-white fluffy collar reflected his already white skin, which looked a little sickly white.

Slim and slender fingers pinch a bright rose.

The dust rolled, but he was not stained with the slightest dust.

Rub your fingers, and place the flowers between your fingers in front of your nose and rotate.

Feminine laughter came out.

"Qin Tianliang, Xu Haozhou, Zhang Longling, and Duanmu Old Dog are not considered particularly big fish, but not small fish. What came out this time is worth it."

The Northeastern man walked Duanmu Jikang back and came to Wang Han, "Old Jiu, who did the slut send you to escort?"

"I don't know."

The white-faced flower-picking man looked at the newcomer with great interest, "Huh? Where are there new faces?"

"This is Duanmu Mingyi, the second son of Duanmu Old Dog? By seniority, you should call me uncle!"

He turned his eyes and looked at Shi Qingquan, "You have a familiar aura on you. You should be the contemporary witch god in Zhenlong Pavilion, right?"

Shi Qingquan is ready to invite the nine generations of witch gods at any time.

The white-faced man's eyes flashed across the faces of Xiang Feng and the young men, and said with some disappointment, "Zhenlong Pavilion is really absent! I remember that under Wang Chonglou's leadership, Zhenlong Pavilion had been glorious for a while! What a pity! Some things finally stayed in the past! These young people should be the contemporary Dragon Town Envoy? It seems a bit bad!"

Fingertips pointed at everyone's face.

But when Wang Han, who was halfway between his fingers, hid behind the Northeastern man, the white-faced man's hand trembled violently, and the flower branches pinching in his other hand also broke.

Qi in the body slowly emerged.

The white-faced man took a step left, trying to see Wang Han's appearance clearly, his mouth opened slightly, his expression was nervous, and his throat couldn't stop scrolling up and down, just like when he was buying a lottery ticket and waiting for the lottery to draw, he saw that the first few numbers were matched, his eyes staring at the plasma TV and waiting for the last number to appear.

The moment I saw Wang Han’s face clearly.

The rose flowers in the white-faced man's hands exploded.

He screamed at Wang Han in a daze of emotion.
Chapter completed!