240 The cold venerable also went crazy (1)_1

He returned to the pure white space.

System 677 felt the low air pressure and came to a conclusion:The host’s bad mood was a big Bad one.

Then it was better not to provoke her.

Life-saving is the most important (*^? ^*)

It wouldn’t be good if they took their anger out on him.

In the end, system 677 realized that it was completely overthinking. The big boss didn’t even take it seriously.

The woman’s exquisite eyebrows were dark.

She raised her snow-white palm, and a long sword with a cold glint appeared in her hand.

The sword was long and white.

Just by looking at it, one could feel a bone-chilling coldness.

When it was held in Fu min’s hand, the sword actually let out a low buzzing sound that made people feel dizzy. A powerful and terrifying pressure spread to every corner of the six worlds.

The Crimson night sword.

Fallen God Fu min’s companion sword.

System 677 curled up into a ball and shivered.

He was finished.

The host has gone crazy. Is she going to start a massacre?

The powerful and beautiful woman held the sword with one hand and split the sky in this pure white space with a single strike.

A wave of strange ripples suddenly appeared in the huge sky. The wave-like patterns and the blood-red traces grew and spread like vines.

Then, it gradually cracked.

Fu Shang tore the space apart and disappeared from where he was.

System 677 was dumbfounded.

It’s over, host daddy doesn’t want this little trash anymore!

e(–?–)3

The glowing white ball flashed and turned into a beautiful little doll in a white shirt. It squatted there and started crying.

She sobbed while wiping her tears, even hiccuping.

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On the other side.

The nine Heavens imperial court.

As if she felt something, the black-haired beauty in the snow-white clothes opened her peaceful eyes and looked up into the distance.

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

His black hair was casually scattered behind him, and the corners of his snow-white clothes were as soft as the clouds.

“You still came?”

He muttered to himself.

It was cold like a celestial voice, clear and magnetic.

Just as he finished speaking.

A person barged into the hall, and in the blink of an eye, that person was already in front of him.

The three-foot-long blade was raised.

He aimed at the beauty’s exquisite neck.

Fu min’s face was as cold as ice. He suppressed his anger and said, ” Jun Heng, are you looking for death? ”

Jun Heng looked up calmly.

Looking at the sword in front of him, he sighed slightly, and his beautiful face was a little confused. what did I do? ”

you’ve pointed your sword at me the moment we met. It really makes me sad …

He spoke indifferently.

He was a little down.

Seeing Jun Heng in this state, Fu Shang felt his head hurt.

It’s happening again.

What she hated the most was Jun Heng’s hypocritical look. He looked gentle, but he was actually indifferent and heartless.

He kept his sword.

Fu min’s face was still sullen as he stared at Jun Heng. He gritted his teeth and spat out the words.

“Are you him?”

She still had some hope in her heart. Perhaps she was wrong and Jun Heng was not that person.

The beauty’s heavenly Dao eyes glanced at Fu min, and her cold eyes lost some of their indifference and actually smiled.

“What do you think?”

It seemed to be true, but it was not.

He did not deny it.

Fu min’s vision turned black and he couldn’t even stand straight. His dark eyes were as cold as a storm.

Jun Heng was him. He was the person who had accompanied her for so many lives.

The corners of Fu min’s lips curled up a little sarcastically as he tried his best to smile. He suddenly raised his eyes and looked straight at Jun Heng.

He smiled and said, ”

“You like me?”

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