Chapter 890： External application is recommended (1/2)
Sikong is extremely melancholy-obviously I am the victim!
”Oh oh oh oh~”
At this time, the three yellows, who was held in his arms by the uncle warlock and nestled in the willow pavilion for some kind of suspicious ”cultivation”, suddenly screamed loudly and attracted everyone's attention.
At this moment, the willow pavilion is rippling with aqua blue aperture in all directions, but at a distance of tens of meters, it gradually disappears, silently.
It seems that Master Warlock's skill reading has reached a critical moment-it's a pity that Sanhuang didn't give him this face when he ate the crock pot chicken.
The three yellows in the center of the aperture stretched his neck, tilted his head and carefully looked at the circles of weird colors, his eyes puzzled.
After thinking for a while, it shook its feathery big tail and squeezed it out of the warlock's arms and climbed onto the warlock's head, and put on a golden rooster's independent shape.
Sanhuang tilted his head again, feeling very uncomfortable under his paws, so he started to plan.
The warlock’s hood suddenly slipped off,
”Boom~”
There seems to be an ancient volcano hidden under the hood, and the terrifying silver flame exploded into filaments as the hood slipped down, like an irregular cage formed by flames.
Then it gradually shrank, returning to the state of a closed silver flame beauty, a beauty with its own special effects of holy light.
At this moment, the spirit body of the warlock is no longer condensed into the shape of a ”human head”, it is simply a flickering gray mist, with two scarlet lights flickering in it-the warlock has used these two things to pretend to be eyes for a long time.
Others deny it, not only that they don’t look like it, but they also seem to get cold all over.
Two extremely ferocious swarthy horns snaked up from the top of his ”head”, and the same pitch-black mist and ashes fell down.
From the two horns, a weird aura that made everyone present feel extremely uncomfortable-in the words of the warlock, this is a power that is not a ”life”.
It is worth mentioning that the beauty of Yinyan who resembles Wei Qingyu's eldest sister changed into a gorgeous mopping evening dress today, and her figure is even more popular and very stunning.
The fly in the ointment is that if such an evening dress appears on the warlock's head, it will feel like a white impermanence top hat if inadvertently.
Every gemstone and pearl decoration on the dress gleamed like real jewels. She lazily leaned against one of the giant horns, closed her eyes, and her long hair fluttered.
The pure light of spiritual power forms a strong contrast with the pitch-black huge horns that keep peeling off ashes. The painting style is strange and has a strange beauty.
The guy who hadn't seen this scene on the hillside was completely stunned. How many people hurriedly lowered their heads and quietly wiped off their nosebleeds.
”Hey, hey, he, he, he, he, she, she, her...”
”What a beauty!”
”I have read an isolated novel that was handed down before the cataclysm. The book said that in the Abyss Demon Realm, there is a kind of'succubus' with extremely gorgeous looks and a'succubus' with a great body. No one has ever been able to distinguish between their faces. Keep a sober consciousness-so the true identity of the uncle Warlock is actually a hybrid of them, right!”
Lin Chou's heart is not fluctuating, and he even wants to come to a bottle of Fat House Happy Water.
When the silver flame beauty on the head of the uncle warlock wakes up, I will give you an impromptu pole dance performance. You guys can't just pick out your eyeballs on the spot and throw it away as a reward? ?
Lin Chou felt that something was wrong, there seemed to be something weird behind him.
After looking back,
”Fuck me, Master Wen, when did you come...”
Wen Zhongjiu stood silently behind Lin Chou at some point, his expression sluggish and lost, like a lonely wild ghost, completely lost his former style.
He suddenly rose in anger,
”What to look at, what to look at!”
After thinking for a while, I felt that the tone was not right, and added with lack of confidence.
”When mental strength cultivation is so important, you are so thorny onlookers?”
With a sloppy cough, a group of unscrupulous guys winked at each other.
Well, don't look at it.
Shan Ye and Wen Zhongjiu sat down in the pavilion, muttering something mysteriously.
With Huang Dashan's identity, there is no longer any need to ”indulge” in warm wine like at the beginning. The relationship between the two is very good now. Shan Ye often goes to Wen's house to drink and wrangling.
It took a long time for Wen Zhongjiu to relax, and smiled and said to Leng Han seemingly very free and easy.
”Leng Han is here too, well, I just lost my mind, hehe, Dashan said that I have something good today, so I will rush over quickly. Unfortunately, the wine cellar has been destroyed and almost no decent wine can be used to add to the fun, so I rely on the forest. .”
Lin Chou followed with a smile.