Chapter 362 (1/2)

Dragon Pond Mountain, Spirit Pond.

Spirit mist 袅袅, unpredictable, but is locked in the square, into a spectacle.

Star is full of days, with a thick-blooded Flood Dragon wandering, rolling up the clouds, and swaying the trees.

On the side of Spirit Pond, two figures stand.

Mo Qinglian is a cheongsam, and the glamorous face is more enchanting in the moonlight.

“This 15 Billion, except the Sky Ocean Hotel, left, in the name of Qin Changqing, injected into Jinxiu.” Qin Xuan’s words are like the wind, gently echoing in this mountain like Immortal Realm.

Mo Qinglian nodded slightly, a pair of beautiful eyes didn’t know what to think.

“Every time I want to touch you, I find you are getting farther and farther away from me!” Mo Qinglian’s voice screamed after a few seconds of silence.

Her mouth is a trace of bitterness, she is Heaven’s proud daughter.

Looking at China, no one has ever brought her this feeling.

Look up!

Tonight’s party, Qin Xuan pressed Shen Family, which is not so unbelievable in Mo Qinglian’s heart. But because of her own eyes, she felt the gap that could not be crossed.

She is now Grandmaster, and in 30 years, she can enter Innate, which is Peerless Talent.

But even if it is Innate, it will be defeated in front of Qin Xuan.

Is it ridiculous?

Mo Qinglian was a little self-deprecating. Her fingers trembled slightly and seemed to want to hold Qin Xuan’s arm, but stopped.

Qin Xuan silently, he suddenly smiled and his fingers were slightly picked.

At that time, the edge passed over, and a cheongsam under Mo Qinglian fell with the wind, and was dragged into the hands of Qin Xuan.

Mo Qinglian’s eyes wide open, and the straight legs are involuntarily closed.

Qin Xuan slash down’s cheongsam is not big, it is two slaps, and does not reveal her anything.

But what surprised Mo Qinglian was Qin Xuan’s move, not knowing what Qin Xuan was going to do.

Qin Xuan broke a branch and then he looked at Spirit Pond.

Inside the Spirit Pond, the Bixi Ink Spirit feels like a spurt of ink.

Qin Xuan writes as Spiritual Ink with branch as pen.

The fingers and the flowing water were written on the cheongsam. It was less than a few moments, and the cheongsam that was blank was covered with words.

Until the last word was stagnant, Qin Xuan stopped and handed the cheongsam to Mo Qinglian.

“Mortal speaks Heaven’s Will, manpower can’t be violated!”

“But Heaven has only paved the way, but he has never been destined for life. The path of the world’s endless, the end of every path will be different.”

Qin Xuan turned and turned his back to Spirit Pond and Mo Qinglian, but the voice was not urgent.

“Which road will you go, how many difficulties will you encounter, how many robberies will go through, no one knows you except yourself.”

“Only when people are dead, you know what it is!”

“I am unwilling to change fate. Since you are determined, I will point you to one, is it fortune or misfortune, only you can know!”

Qin Xuan stepped out gently, stepping on the green grass and making a rustle.

Since reborn, he has changed the life of two people, one for Xiao Wu, for the Buddha Scripture, and the other for Mo Qinglian, even though he does not know how to do it.

Will of the people, life is hard to do.

As he said, he just opened a new road for the two people, but on the way, how do they go, who will meet, what kind of disaster will be experienced, what kind of suffering will suffer, these are not He can predict.

Mo Qinglian looked at the cheongsam in her hand and looked at the three words above Rulong, completely stunned.

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