Chapter 236: The Cold Immortal Venerable Is Crazy (1)

Back to pure white space.

System 677 sensed the low air pressure, and then instantly came to a conclusion: the host was in a bad mood, and it was still very bad.

Then it's better not to mess with her.

Life is the most important thing (*^ω^*)

It's not good if you get angry.

As a result, System 677 discovered that it was completely overthinking, and the big boss didn't pay attention to it at all.

The woman's delicate eyebrows are calm.

She raised her snow-white palm, and a long sword shining with cold light appeared out of thin air in her hand.

The blade is slender and white all over.

Just looking at it like this, already feels chilly to the bone.

When Fu Yue held it in his hand, the sword made a faint buzzing sound, which made people dizzy, and the powerful and terrifying coercion spread to almost every corner of the Six Realms.

Crimson Night Sword.

Fallen God Fu Yue's accompanying sword.

System 677 huddled into a ball and trembled.

It's over.

The host is crazy, is she going to kill her?

The powerful and beautiful woman, holding a sword in one hand, unexpectedly split the sky of this pure white space with a sword expressionlessly.

Suddenly, a strange ripple appeared on the huge sky, the water wave-like pattern, and the blood-red traces quickly grew and spread like vines.

Then, gradually split.

Fu Yue forcibly tore apart the space, and then his figure disappeared in place in an instant.

System 677 was dumbfounded: "..."

It's over, the host father doesn't want this little hot chicken anymore!

ε(┬┬﹏┬┬)3

The glowing white ball flickered, and then turned into a beautiful little doll in a white shirt, squatting there and crying.

Wiping away tears while crying, sobbing, and hiccupping.

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the other side.

Nine Heavens Tower.

As if feeling something, the beauty in snowy clothes and black hair opened those peaceful eyes, raised them slightly, and looked into the distance.

There seems to be the cycle of the sun and the moon in the eyes.

Black hair was loosely scattered behind him, and the hem of the snow-colored clothes was as white and soft as a cloud.

"Are you still here?"

A word of self-talk.

The cold sound is like a fairy, and the low magnetic field of Qing Lingling is pleasant to hear.

The voice just fell.

A person broke into the hall, and in the blink of an eye, that person had already arrived in front of him.

The three-foot Qingfeng lifted up.

Aimed at the delicate neck of the beauty.

Fu Yue's face was covered with a coldness like ice and snow, and he suppressed his extremely angry voice, "Jun Heng, are you courting death?"

Jun Heng calmly raised his eyes.

Glancing at the sword in front of him, he sighed slightly, with some doubts on his beautiful face, "What did I do?"

"When you met me, you turned your sword against me. It really made me sad..."

Faint words.

Kind of depressed.

Seeing Jun Heng like this, Fu Yue felt his brain hurt.

Here it comes again.

What she hates the most is Jun Heng's hypocritical appearance, which looks gentle but is actually indifferent.

Received the sword.

Fu Yue still had a sullen face, staring at Jun Heng, almost gritting her teeth and asking each word.

"Are you him?"

She still had some expectations in her heart, maybe she made a mistake and Jun Heng was actually not that person.

The beauty glanced at Fu Yue with heavenly eyes, her cold brows and eyes faded a little, and she actually smiled.

"What do you say?"

A plausible sentence.

No denial.

Fu Yue almost felt dark in front of her eyes, unable to stand firmly on her feet, her dark eyes seemed to gather a storm, extremely cold.

Jun Heng is him, the one who has accompanied him for so many lives.

Some sarcasm hooked the corners of her lips, trying to smile, Fu Yue suddenly raised her eyes and looked straight at Jun Heng.

With a light sneer, he opened his lips and said:

"you like me?"