The plump lips under the tall bridge of the nose were pursed into a straight line, showing a thin and cool flavor. The endless sadness in the eyes was flowing, one after another, continuously, and suddenly all the sadness gathered into a bottomless pool. The water surface seemed to have ripples, and then turned into a whirlpool, sucking in the human heart, soul, and soul, sinking endlessly.
Su Mo forgot that he was not a human being, he had no mind and soul, but he also fell into it.
Jinhua.
The man shouted cautiously, his voice half bright and half dumb, and indescribably desolate.
Even the voice is so sad.
Su Mo was stunned again and again, unable to regain his composure for a long time.
It seemed that all the strength in the body had been exhausted, but it turned into a lingering whisper lingering in the ears, just like the spring breeze in March blowing on the face, a burst of clarity for no reason.
Jinhua.
Jinhua.
Su Mowang felt his chest beating suddenly. He stretched out his hand to touch it, but it was lifeless again. There was a dead silence. He lowered his head and twisted the corner of his mouth in a self-deprecating manner. How could he have such a heart? Suddenly he raised his head again and smiled brightly, his eyebrows curved downwards, and the corners of his lips curved upwards.
Taoist Priest, please don't admit the wrong person. My name is Su Mowang, and I am a ghost.
The sadness on that person's face instantly disappeared, replaced by a bright and clear smile. The lines on Fengshen's handsome face softened, as if there was a faint halo, and his eyes were as bright as stars, purple is not purple, blue is not blue, and there is no trace of human fireworks. The corners of his mouth are curved at just the right angle, giving him a peerless elegance.
The dark purple robe rustled in the wind.
Pindao Changge is a demon subduing master.