No matter how the Warcraft Mountains are, the Qingyun Sect, which is far away in thousands of miles, cannot be affected for the time being.

The immortal sect holy land that is longed for by the entire immortal world, selects the mountain range with the most abundant spiritual energy, sets up a large spiritual gathering array, and locks the spiritual energy floating between the world. Over time, the spiritual energy in the Qingyun Sect is more than several times more abundant than the outside world, and the disciples can achieve twice the result with half the effort when they practice.

The entire sect is shrouded in a faint and ethereal white mist. Occasionally, monks in the sky flew with white clothes and flew past their swords, or they were riding on a flying mount, and looked like a fairyland from a distance.

Outside the Qinglian Cave, the peach blossoms of ten miles are raised in the holy land of fairy spirits. The flowers bloom all year round and the petals are in full bloom.

The breeze blows, the fallen flowers are colorful, and the pink peach petals are laid on the ground, which is so beautiful.

Under the peach blossom tree, a woman in white dress was decorated with green peach petals in the black show, sitting casually on a bluestone, her clothes hang down to the ground like a flowing cloud, pouring on the ground covered with peach blossom petals, and pink and white intertwined into a scroll.

Just looking at the back, this picture is undoubtedly beautiful, and I can’t pick out any thorns.

But, wait for the camera to closer—

Hey.

The heroine Mo Xianyu.

...

Mo Xianyu was wearing a pair of gloves on his hands.

The white lace complex pattern fabric is darkly woven with gold and silver threads, and it is sometimes dark and smooth, making it particularly exquisite and beautiful, making it more luxurious and unparalleled.

Looking at the white gloves, Mo Xianyu's beautiful eyes flowed out a bit of tenderness and affection.

This is not a glove used to embellish or decorate, but a magic weapon. It was specially created by her master Baili Xingsu for the master of the weapon refining peak.

Wearing these pairs of gloves can not only increase spiritual power, but also perfectly cover up the defects of her broken finger.

Wearing this pair of exquisite and luxurious white gloves on your hands, her fingers are slender and perfect as before, as if she had never experienced the pain of a broken finger.

Only Mo Xianyu knows that all ten fingers are as slender as before, and they are all--

Fake! Elephant!

Mo Xianyu carefully took off the white gloves that were woven with golden silk and silver threads, and his right index finger was no longer covered in blood and blood, but the tender flesh, bare finger dryness, and uneven skin all told the ugliness of this hand.

The tenderness in Mo Xianyu's eyes disappeared without a trace and turned into a strong dark aura.

"Dream, thousands, search."

"It's all you, it's all you've gotten..."

"If you were willing to take action that day, my hands wouldn't have been like this..."

"It's all your fault!!!"

The overwhelming aura and hatred surged in Mo Xianyu's heart, rushing and roaring—

I wish I could tear her apart!!!

The reason for the finger cut was probably because she stole the treasure. In the end, Mo Xianyu blamed all the guilt so much that Bai Mo refused to save her and hated her in his heart.

The deep and black pupils, which were filled with strong resentment, suddenly contracted when they heard the sound of footsteps behind them from far to near.

Mo Xianyu restrained the cruelty on her face, and her weak temperament, hazy as fog, was immediately revealed.

When Baili Xingsu deliberately walked behind her, she pretended to be busy and put on her gloves. She turned around, her beautiful eyes were slightly red, and there was a hint of panic hidden, and she called softly: "Master..."

This sound was repeated, and I still stopped talking.

Even if it is a hundred steel, she can turn into soft fingers.
Chapter completed!