Baili Xingsu Ruhua's ink eyebrows frowned slightly, opened his red lips lightly, and a cold voice as cold as frost and snow shouted softly: "Rareless!"

At the same time, the figure in white clothes, the holy face that was as clear as a lotus, turned around the corner of the cave and reflected in Mo Xianyu's eyes.

After realizing it, Mo Xianyu, who realized that he had said something without hesitation, saw Baili Xingsu, who was like a flower of a high mountain, his pupils suddenly shrank!

Mo Xianyu felt a "knock" in his heart, and he secretly screamed.

How could she be so hysterical and unreasonable, like a shrew, let her beloved master see it?

Thinking of this, a hint of annoyance flashed across Mo Xianyu's beautiful pale face, and unconsciously bit her lips like a petal. She struggled to get up from the stone bed, "Master..."

Baili Xingsu didn't look at her, but his eyes were only placed on the body of Xuanzhu Zhenjun. He raised his slender hand as long as jade, and his fairy sleeves were flowing in white, bowing and saying, "Disciple Baili Xingsu, see Uncle Xuanzhu."

Being a junior like Mo Xianyu who is so young, almost pointed at the nose and scolded him. No matter how good the Zhenjun Xuanzhu is, it doesn’t mean that she is just a person with Niben and has no temper!

Baili Xingsu bowed to her direction, but Xuanzhu Zhenjun brushed his sleeves and sideways away. His tone was alienated and cold, and there was no shortage of ice and snow mocking:

"I really dare not be the uncle of Qinglian Immortal Lord. After all, even the disciples of Qinglian Immortal Lord can point at the nose of Laozi, let alone Qinglian Immortal Lord himself."

In the mouth of Zhenjun Xuanzhu, he whispered an "old body".

In fact, the face of Xuanzhu Zhenjun is as delicate and beautiful as a young girl. Her hair is like ink and is tied with a jade hairpin, her white clothes are as smooth as a painting, and her cold and delicate face is covered with a layer of fairy spirit that can be seen from afar and not played with.

In addition to those eyes that were introverted and dark, Gu Jing Wubo's faint compassionate eyes were really full of incongruity with the "old body" he said.

After being snatched by the true Lord Xuanzhu, Baili Xingsu's expression remained unchanged, and his eyebrows did not move, and his face remained cold. He slowly withdrew his hands and sleeves to embellish the face of Jishuang Saixue with a bright red lips and said:

"Xianyu, kneel down."

Mo Xianyu dared to go against Bai Mo and dared to confront Zhenjun Xuanzhu, but in front of his beloved master, he did not dare to disobey at all, and was extremely well-behaved.

Hearing Baili Xingsu's order, Mo Xianyu struggled a little in his heart, and then obediently slid down from the stone bed. His soft and delicate body undulating on the ground, and his snow-white jade neck bent out of a curve as long as the moon. "Master, Xianyu knows his mistake."

Bailixing's ethereal sound of the misty Buddhist lyrics that are as cold as frost and speak like lotus, fell from Mo Xianyu's head: "Where is the mistake?"

Zhenjun Xuanzhu watched coldly, not agreeing.

"Junior Sister Xianyu..." Chu Xingfeng looked at it but was extremely anxious. Junior Sister Xianyu was always weak and endured the pain of her broken fingers. However, the Qinglian Xianjun still wanted her to kneel on the cold and hard stone ground. He couldn't help but complain about Baili Xingsu's ruthlessness in his heart.

Mo Xianyu lowered her head, and the three thousand blue silks fell on her cheeks, covering her constantly turning eyes. She could only hear her delicate and gentle voice, which sounded in the cave:
Chapter completed!