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Chapter three hundred and eighty third soul tree

Accompanied by a white light, Lu Yunze appeared in a faint mist.

He shook his head, took a deep breath subconsciously, and suddenly smelled a very familiar fragrance, mixed with a faint fragrance that could not be explained in detail.

This strange smell made Lu Yunze smell it twice, and his eyes subconsciously swept around.

In the place far away from the abbot in front, there is a milky white pool of more than ten feet in size. The white mist and fragrance emanate from this pool.

In the pool water, a woman with no trace of hair on her body was standing, looking at him with shock.

Lu Yunze blinked, feeling that the white mist in front of him was like a veil that could not be covered by anything, covering this plump and seductive, fair body like ivory. As Lu Yunze appeared in front of her, this plump and delicate body, which was like a work of art, instantly brought a layer of seductive pink. Mixed in her fair skin, Lu Yunze felt dizzy.

"You..." The woman opposite opened her mouth, but could only emit a short syllable.

Lu Yunze only realized this time and quickly moved his gaze up, then realized that he seemed to know this person.

Suddenly, Lu Yunze seemed to remember something, and immediately turned around and kicked!

The white light lit up on the teleportation array. Han Li's figure had just appeared. Before he could overcome the brief dizziness caused by teleportation, he saw a black shadow magnifying in front of him.

'Bang'!

Lu Yunze kicked the door in front of Han!

Unpredictable, Han Li was kicked away by this powerful kick, and his head hit the wall firmly, making a crisp sound of "Winter"!

"Miss Yuan, you were too careless! Didn't you see there is a teleportation array here? Why are you not alert at all? What if you meet a pervert?" Lu Yunze pointed to Han Li, who was dizzy and said sternly.

Yuan Yao, who had taken this opportunity to put on her clothes, staring at him expressionlessly, with a frightening cold look.

Lu Yunze curled his lips a little regretfully, and turned around and wanted to pull Han Li up.

A mere kick is nothing to the strong body of the monk Jiedan, but Han Li has received too much mental damage!

He just died for Lu Yunze, but the other party kicked him up!

The forty-two-size shoe prints are still on his face!

Han Li ignored the hand handed by Lu Yunze and looked at him expressionlessly, his eyes colder than Yuan Yao.

Lu Yunze was completely immune to this and seemed to have nothing happened before and came to the pool.

"Spring of Spiritual Eyes! There is such a big spring of Spiritual Eyes here!" Lu Yunze's artificial voice echoed in the not-so-large stone chamber, trying to divert the attention of the two of them through this naive method.

Han Li stood up, and rays of faint golden lightning began to gather in his palm.

"Come on! Lao Han, come and take a look at this spring of spiritual eyes." Lu Yunze held a handful of spring water and pressed it on Han Li's face, smeared it twice, and washed off the shoe print.

Han Li stared at him expressionlessly throughout the whole process until Lu Yunze took out a complete snake guard puppet from the storage bag and stuffed it into Han Li's hand.

Han Li's expression instantly eased, and he looked at the pool on the ground with his arms around Lu Yunze.
Chapter completed!
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