Ning Xiaoling had originally been sitting on the ground, looking at the ferocious Sister Simian, her nine tails trembling and nearly raising their paws in surrender.　　Fortunately, Ning came quickly.　　Ning Xiaoling immediately swept away the fear in his heart and stood tall and majestic, his long tail wagging around as he smiled and looked at Siwu with amusement.　　Before Sifu could get angry, the door behind him opened, and a young man in a green shirt pushed his way in.　　The black god-robed Sifu slowly turned back, his cold and icy eyes looking towards the teenager who had turned his eyes away for three months.　　When he left, it was still the season of winter snow, but now it's spring.　　"Long time no see." Ning smiled longingly and greeted Siwei.　　"Uh-huh," Szell responded coldly.　　If she hadn't glanced at Lu Shuangdao, Lu Shuangdao's eyes also contained a gentle smile, her smile was obviously warmer and softer than the spring

The paper kite carried the Master Guan's name and floated into the lotus-reflected pool, transforming into a fish with fins like wings, trailing its tail in the clear pool, its red scales like illusory fire in the water. The ripples of the fish's swimming spread to the bottom of the Master's outer veil.　　The gauze skirt is as light as the fog outside, semi-transparent, under which is the ink green, glossy and quiet robe, the painted decoration on the robe across the gauze shadow, like the moonlight flowing down, but also like the peacock or phoenix bird hanging down the plume.　　The dress was in a dark color and spread out on the water. The Goddess of Mercy seems to be sitting quietly on the lotus as well as in the water, and the reflection underneath deepens the white veil and ink green of the dress, and the light or light color and the light of the water blends with the candlelight, and the details of the dress are swallowed by the water, and the unique tension of the

The red dragon's blood snaked and flowed, congealing into crystals, and the dragon's corpse, symbolizing the snow disaster, was drowned by an avalanche of the same disaster, and by the time the sunlight shone on the snowy plains, the snow had completely stopped.　　One by one, the caravan roused their companions after the disaster, and they looked at the sunlight that lit up the sky with palpitations.　　The sunlight on the snowy plain had no temperature, but a part of their hearts belonging to the living was warmed up again, and those who still had the strength left climbed up with difficulty, their knees did not go into the snow, and they knelt down in the direction in which the red dress had left.　　Heaven and earth are quiet and meek.　　Shao Xiaoli walked alone on the snowy plains, snow elephants roared lowly in the distance, tigers and leopards with sharp teeth avoided her from afar, watching this blood-red color, a symbol of killing, go away.　　The

Dark green moss covered the stones that surrounded the pond, and the Spirit Turtle's pale voice shook up a circle of ripples that swayed all the way to the edge of Ning's feet long ago and Siwei's.　　"A sea-setting spirit?" Ning was long confused and asked, "What kind of spirit?"　　Zhenhai Spirit Turtle lying on the drift, a beam of light fell on its back, the dense entangled lines on the turtle shell is like an ancient fossil, the pale skin scales between its neck became creased with the movement of his head lifting, both sides of the conical head, the pair of cloudy pupils in the transient membrane of the scrubbing gradually became clear.　　The Zhenhai Spirit Turtle looked at them, and his gaze landed on Si Man, saying, "You are very powerful."　　Simian nodded proudly, "Well, your breath isn't exactly weak."　　The Zhenhai Spirit Turtle glanced at Ning for a long time and said, "This youngster should be your slave, right?"　　Szell was silent for

Siwei looked at the back, only to see the white clothes and green silk embedded in the moon, sitting cross-legged, the moonlight under the skirt gently spread out, I do not know whether it is the sky or the water.　　She seemed so far away and so close.　　Sifu silently watched the disembodied back.　　"A heart demon?" Szell whispered to himself.　　She realized she was in a dream.　　She hadn't had a dream like this in a long time.　　Because it was a dream, she could clearly see what she looked like at the moment.　　Her side hung the ancient sword that was pitch-black, and her body was also changed into a half-exposed shoulder, based on the star as the blueprint, outlining the golden pattern of the god's robes, under the god's robes, the slender and complicated silver tattoos on her skin penetrated, drawing lines neatly, blending with the robes that were tailored by the long night, which was the unique tattoos that were inherent in the Divine Ma