"Aheng, you must be my enemy?" Qingyuan looked at the woman in red standing next to Demon Lord Mo Rao and said coldly.
"It's obvious that you are against me." The woman in red took a small step forward with a dissatisfied look on her face. At this time, a gentle breeze came from the solemn surroundings, gently blowing through the woman's hair, revealing the woman's peerless appearance.
Opposite, the God of War, who was standing on the fairy cloud and was famous in the three realms, saw the flowing long hair of the woman in the wind touching and entwining with the silver hair of the demon king. He couldn't help but clenched the Shenyuan Sword in his hand, and looked at the Thunder God and Lightning Girl among the heavenly soldiers with his peripheral vision.
The Thunder God and the Lightning Mother felt sad in their hearts: God of War, the wind really has nothing to do with us. The Thunder God and the Lightning Mother don't care about the direction of the wind_(:3∠)_
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