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Half-Tried Deity

By O Di Shen

Chapter 121 Fengshen Tower

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Chapter 121

Fengshen Tower

"How come you go to hell! I remember that there is no entrance here?" Qi Huan stuck to the night of the ink, wrapped around his neck, and pressed the whole body weight on the night. ^

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"Looking for someone... you are a lot fatter." Two words, the ink night looked down and carefully looked at Qi Huan, and then reached such a conclusion.

"Where?" Qi Huan glanced at her flat belly. Is she really fat? But... she has become a fairy, and the immortal will be fat? Looking up at the ink night in confusion, "No..."

"Here, the feel is better." The pinch of the soft part of the chest, the night of the night is very evil.

"You are going to die!!!!" The screams of Qi Huan resounded to hell.

It’s hard to calm down the joys of the violent walk. The clothes in the ink-night are almost going to become strips. The woman really can’t be stimulated at all, or it’s really terrible than mines. There are still dents on the arms on the neck, and the scratches on the chest can be seen through the placket that is pulled into a strip.

"Hey? How did you bleed?" Stretched his hand and smacked his shoulder, and looked at the blood on his finger with amazement, red? Does the ghost have blood?

At the thought of this, Qi Huan is more confused. It seems that there is still a heartbeat in the ink night. Even the body has recovered its heat. Could it be that he has changed back to people?

"Ghosts are no different from immortals, only they are made from ghosts." Because he changed the ghosts from the devil, so the body is difficult to adapt for a while, and now it is almost restored, basically no different from normal immortals. The ink night hit a ring, and the cloth strips that were captured by Qi Huan became a set of white Confucian robes.

He is still a white robe, embroidered with a wide-brimmed belt in a cyan pattern. Qi Huan does not understand, why the ink night will prefer light-colored clothes, it is reasonable to say that those devils, what should not be worn, it is best to pack the face and neck hands, so as to maintain mystery.

"Why don't you wear black clothes?" The machine touched the strong chest of the night and ate two tofu. Why is it that she is being taken advantage of, she certainly can't suffer, she must touch it back, and she doesn't know who she is suffering from.

"Do you like black?"

"...do not like it." It was enough to be black, and it was not necessary to wear black clothes to prove that the original attribute was black. But don't wear it so well. If you don't laugh at the night, if you don't have a mask on your face, you can see that this man is like a gentleman who came out of the ancient paintings, and then he took the folding fan. Like it.

Too deceptive, people who have not been in contact with him, certainly do not know that this person turned his face is a tiger that eats people.

"My mother likes me to wear white, I can change it for you..." In the night, I smiled and looked at Qi Huan, and teased.

Qi Huan turned his head and licked his mouth. "I like red clothes with green hats. Do you want to try?" Big red and green, more in line with the ancient people's aesthetic point of view!

... Innocent night, a cold sweat, just did not say anything."You said that you came to find someone, there is someone in hell?" After being put down by the ink night, Qi Huan stood still, letting him sort out his clothes.

"Well, I heard that there is, but I haven't found it yet." The Qi Huan's clothes were gathered, and the ink night licked her short black hair.

"What person are you looking for?"

"The father of the little fox."

"...Another nine-tailed fox?"

"It is said that it is not." The answer to the ink night made Qi Huan horrified. Nine girls gave birth to a little fox with a mysterious species. God, it was shocking.

Qi Huan from modern times can hardly imagine that two different creatures can also have children. Is there no change? I can’t help but think of Xiaoyin and the little fox, if, if, if they both have a child... a fox with nine snaketails...

It’s a chill, this kind of impossible thing is not to think about it better.

"What are you looking for?" Anyway, ink night is definitely not going to be idle.

Just to see what kind of fox he is specially ran to hell, if it is Qi Huan, it may not be.

"This thing is still a bit of a relationship with you. Anyway, you are also there. Let's go find him." Ink did not answer Qi Huan's words and smiled and shifted the topic.

"Okay." Knowing that since he didn't answer, he wouldn't say it to himself. Qi Huan didn't get to the bottom of it. Anyway, ink night wouldn't hurt her.

With the ink night in the side, the original innocence and hell that makes people feel cold in the heart seems to be not so terrible, even if nothing is said, the hand that is handed together will let Qi Huan's heart slowly calm down.

The ancient savage beasts who lived in the infernal hell and were exiled to this place sensed the breath that came out of the ink-night body and then hid far away. They both walked a lot safely.

"Why don't you use sputum, so go slowly." After a short walk, Qi Huan couldn't help but complain. After she learned her martial arts, she basically didn't go through the road, especially the power of lightning in the body. After a substantial increase. Usually, the road is flashing a lightning bolt and a figure appears. If it is at night, it is definitely more frightening than the ghost film.

"The space is stacked here, and it is easy to get lost with the technique." The hell of hell is not that it has no exit, but that it will go back to the origin no matter how it walks, because of the space problem here.

Because the identity of the ink night is special, the space here does not affect him, but Qi Huan is different. If he is separated from him, it is very likely that he will not find anyone.

"Foot pain." After more than two hours, Qi Huan refused to go forward. How to look around is the same blood-red land, endless, the end is the gray sky.

Looking at the distance, the looming black shadow, the ink night smashed a look at the joy, "It turns out that you like me to hold you, just say it." Bend the waist and tie Qi Huan, and continue to move forward.

He put his hands on his shoulders, his head leaning against the shoulders of the ink night, and the other hand still poked his chest. "You have to say, this is my honor!"

"Yes." Mo night laughed a little helpless.His footsteps are not fast, but he feels that he has gone a long way. Some people are very happy, and Qi Huan does not feel that it is a big burden to let her walk in the night with a hundred pounds. It’s a great honour to have more people who want to hug her! Hey, if she is someone else, she still doesn't give it to her. She is comforting herself, and she is worried that the night will not hold her arms.

The head smashed on the shoulders of the ink night, and Qi Huan adjusted a comfortable angle and fell asleep in the arms of the ink night. Looking at the smiling face of Qi Huan, the face of the ink night unconsciously floated a gentle smile.

Looking up at the towering black tower that has become closer and closer to the body, the ink night has accelerated. However, the black tower seems to move as well. No matter how fast the night is, it seems to keep a certain distance from the night.

I noticed this situation, and the ink night frowned and stopped.

who are you? The red tower suddenly burst into a red mist, and the fog gradually condensed into three characters, showing in midair.

Find someone you are. The body of the ink night also emits white mist, and the two kinds of fog are held in the air. The red fog originally wanted to be close to the ink night, but it was quickly stopped by the white fog from the ink night, and even a small part of the red mist was assimilated by the white fog.

Immortal? Seeing the ability of the ink night, the red mist from the tower is no longer rolling, as if it is a docile child.

Ghost fairy. After the two large characters consisting of white mist spread out, the red water suddenly boiled like boiling water, and even the tower began to shake.

For a long time, a vicissitude of the voice finally came out from the tower. "Are you a ghost fairy?" The voice was low but a little hoarse, and it was like a vicissitude. Just listening to the sound made people feel like a flame. Burning in general. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Qi Huan in his sleep was awakened by the sound, scared to look around for the source of the sound. In the night, she woke up and put her on the ground, then took her into her arms, her head against his chest, and her hand on her ear.

Qi Huan looked up at the ink night and looked at the black tower that didn't know when it appeared. Of course, she did not miss the two different colors of fog in the air.

"I am." The sound of the ink night is not big, and I don't know if I can pass it to the person's ear.

After a long while, the originally erratic black tower finally stopped, such as a god standing on the bloody red earth, "Come in." After a sigh, the red mist was gradually collected.

When the ink night took Qi Huan to the Black Tower, the black tower did not leave, still standing there. Approaching the Black Tower, Qi Huan discovered that there were countless spells on the tower, and each of the complicated spells was actually thousands of strokes. She listened to Lei Gong and said that the more the spells are, the more terrible the power. The tower is about ten stories high, and it is covered with dense mantras. The tower is also wrapped with chains of unknown material. There is only a small door at the bottom, no gates, and black paint from the outside.

"This tower...""The tower of the gods." The only artifact in the fairy world is the tower of the gods, but this tower has disappeared for a million years, and few people in the fairy world have known its whereabouts.

"The person inside should not be the father of the little fox?" Qi Huan stunned the night, whispered.

"Well, what?"

"You said, if I change him back to the body, will he agree?" Qi Huan has not forgotten this matter, just want to see what kind of creatures the little fox is.

"..." Qi Huan’s head is not something that ordinary people can imagine. At this time, she is still thinking about this problem!

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