Chapter 152: Bloody Soul Beads

Ye Lihuan, the god of war, Cang Ziyun, the great priest, and Xia Hou Yurui, the great magician, have returned to fight against a large number of warcrafts rushing everywhere to defend the security of the country!

Ming Fantian stayed in the Kingdom of Maple Leaf to help condense the cold, and he was also looking forward to the return of his beloved woman.

How to seal the passage of the devil's well is a very difficult problem that countries want to know, but no one has the ability to seal the passage of this devil's well, unless it is ordered by the devil.

If sealing the devil's well is difficult to go to the blue sky, unless a demon is captured and the passage of the devil's well is closed, the peace of the butterfly dance continent can be restored. Countries have the heart of each other, but there is no way to deal with it.

Countries fought day and night, as far as they could see, the bones were exposed in the wild, the flames were full of human wailing, and the sky was also drooping in darkness.

The soldiers who are still fighting against Warcraft, holding bows and arrows and knives, are all red-eyed. Seeing the people die under the claws and blood basins of Warcraft one by one, the flames in their chests. They wish they could immediately become three heads and six arms, holding countless sharp weapons to kill the fierce monsters.

The rumble thunder can still be heard. It is the spells killing the enemy bravely. It seems that the feeling of the same enemy has been found in this butterfly dance continent.

The flying war hammer rumbles, and the sound of blunt attacks is endless. Occasionally, it flies over the colorful blood of Warcraft, splashing with the roaring sound of Warcraft.

In the blood soul beads.

The stunning woman gently closed her eyes, and her white sleeves were gently. Suddenly, she fell into a fairy and slept quietly, still difficult to hide her beauty like a fairy. The curved and raised eyelashes are like a feather wing shining, ten fingers are slender, hanging on both sides of the waist, the skin is like curd, and the snow-white pink, tender skin is blown and broken, and a pair of red lips are slightly closed.

The butterfly tassels pulled up by green silk are gently, and a butterfly carved from a night pearl on its forehead spreads its wings and is about to fly, emitting a faint colorful light. Emei swept lightly but did not apply pink, but his face could not hide the beautiful face. The collarbone between his neck was clear, and the white jade bracelet on his wrist reflected the snow-like skin.

The sleepy moon dream heart is like a nine-day mysterious girl who has just fallen from the platform, and like a flying flower falling from the sky.

He has never been so close to the woman in his heart. Lan Nianrong's burning heart can no longer be silent. He is such a beautiful woman under his clear eyes. How can he not leave his heart?

Lan Nianrong looked at the deep and sleeping moon dream heart, but it was so beautiful and untouchable. Like the quietly blooming Tianshan snow lotus, it is free from vulgarity and the country.

"Dream!" Lan Nianrong gently called the moon dream heart in the sea of knowledge, and her slender fingers slid through her little face.

"Hmm!" Mengxin looked at Lan Nianrong like a big dream, looking a little tired.

"Your body and soul have been collected into the blood soul beads by me. Take a good rest for a while!" Lan Nianrong said lightly.

"Hmm! Have they been saved by Ziyun? Yue Meng's worried eyes fixedly looked at the blue Nianrong, which was as stable as Mount Tai in the sea of knowledge.

Looking at the stunning woman still thinking about the gentle king Cang Ziyun, Lan Nianrong's heart didn't know why she scratched a trace of pain and felt uncomfortable all over her body.

What's the matter? Lan Nianrong said that he has always focused on self-cultivation and never been close to women, but he is reluctant to dream.

When Lan Nianrong heard Yue Meng think of other men, he felt even more unspeakable in his heart. The heart of several generations of immortal cultivation can no longer defeat the color of the sinking fish and falling geese, closing the moon and shy flowers, and one of his hearts fell on the stunning beauty.

"They are safe and sound, and the four kingdoms are now working together to deal with Warcraft, so don't worry!" Lan Nianrong's eyes flashed with a trace of helplessness and heartache.

"Nianrong helped me wake up quickly," I'm going to save them! Yue Meng said eagerly, and her little face was obviously worried.

"Hmm! However, if you defeat the demon this time, you will consume too much Reiki. I'm afraid it will take a while to wake up, unless..." Lan Nianrong stopped talking.

"Unless anything, why do you hesitate? Now is the moment when people's lives are attun, and it is also the moment of survival and death in the butterfly dance continent. How can I stand by?" Yue Meng asked righteously a blue Nianrong with a calm face and watery eyes.

"Unless I pick the red fairy fruit of Tianshan and the sacrificial blood after the two days off, can I wake up as soon as possible," Lan Nianrong said calmly, and then squinted at the slender phoenix's eyes and staring at his moon dream heart.

After listening, Yue Meng's blushing little face was like a tomato, and she bowed her head and said no.

Seeing the beautiful woman silent, Lan Nianrong squeezed her sexy thin lips again. "If it goes well, pick the red fairy fruit first, and then collect the blood of double cultivation. The aura of mixed-blood soul beads can be injected into your body. After seventy-49 hours, you can wake up, and at the same time, your skills will reach the eighth level and can be cultivated. Three elixir of immortality. Predicting the future, the power is even more unpredictable.

"Oh!" Yuemeng's heart was light, and then he slowly raised his head and looked at Lan Nianrong quietly with his flowing eyes. He missed Rong Zao, who was the man he liked, but he was separated from a different world from him. Even if he liked or had a good impression, he still missed him silently. Now she finally has the opportunity to be with Nianrong, and there is a trace of imperceptible joy in her heart.

"I'm willing to double repair!" Yue Mengxin opened her red lips again and looked at Lan Nianrong gently with deep affection. Her head gradually approached his shoulder and felt safe and comfortable.

With the strength of the blood soul beads, only Yuemengxin and Lan Nianrong in the sea of knowledge drove the fairy fog to the Tianshan Cave of the Northern Bliss World, where there is a real red fairy fruit, and the red fairy fruit blooms and bears fruit every a thousand years. I don't know if Mengxin can catch up with this good season.

The sky cave is full of clouds and fog, the fairy fog is soaring, the pines and cypresses, the fairyland is ethereal, and the moon wheel is bright all day long, and the ice and snow are wrapped around.

The moon dream fluttered in white clothes and stepped on the auspicious clouds. It felt like entering a fairyland, so ethereal and vain. When she was in a trance, she asked Lan Nianrong in the sea of knowledge:

"Nianrong, this is really Tianshan Cave! Where is the red fairy fruit? Why is this place the same as where the immortals live?"

"Hmm! This is the fairyland. The red fairy fruit is only given to predestined people. I don't know if you can bear this red fairy fruit with your skills. It also depends on the creation. Buddha said that fate comes from here. Lan Nianrong tightened his jade face.

Standing outside the cave, Lan Nianrong and Yue Mengxin bowed deeply to the Tianshan Cave. The man said, "Excuse me!"

Yue Mengxin dodged into the Tianshan Cave and saw a few big words emerging in the wall of the inner cave, "Only predestined people!"

Gu Pan's drifting place did not see a trace of green. Yue Mengxin's beautiful eyes couldn't help wrinkled and looked at the calm blue Nianrong behind her.

"Nianrong, where on earth is the red fairy fruit?" The two followed the direction of the cave, and Yue Mengxin muttered carefully.

What suddenly thought of Yue Mengxin? Should she be more religious to Hongxianguo?

Thinking of the footsteps of this moon dream, the cloud sleeves of both arms drooped like palms, closed their eyes and stood quietly on the ground, and gently opened their lips: "In order to save the world of butterfly dance, the little woman Yuemengxin is willing to find the red fairy fruit. After being born and die for the butterfly dance, she will never lose words. I hope the immortals will give a red fairy fruit! Return the dream of the body! Thank you very much!" After saying that, Yue Mengxin, who closed her eyes, kowtowed three times fiercely to the east, and then slowly got up.

There was a loud noise, and the wall of the cave was suddenly bright. The hole in the cave was different from the sky. Yuemeng followed the fragrance of the fairy fragrance and went to the cave. Lan Nianrong looked at the six ways and listened to all directions, for fear of disturbing the old immortals.

The aroma is getting stronger and stronger, and Lan Nianrong carefully watches the scenery and movement in the small hole, but nothing, only a faint aroma, layers of rising fog.

Going further in, there was jewelry and gold everywhere, shining and dazzling, reflecting the eyes of the two people.

Yue Meng's doubtful eyes were stunned. What's going on?

"Keep moving forward!" Lan Nianrong carefully reminded that he did not see such things in his mind, which must be psychedelic, so he hurriedly reminded Mengxin to continue to move forward and not delay the business.

The two bypassed the gold jewelry and came to a mountain and stone green plant. The red leaves shook, the green leaves were green, and the green bushes were a little red. The place where the flowers were covered was also smoke and clouds, rising, which was really an illusion.

In the farthest tree, dozens of people were surrounded by thick and golden light. Suddenly, a few red fairy fruits appeared, as if they were happy on the branches, waiting for predestined people to come to pick them.

Yue Meng wanted to rush into the branch, but the light cloud sleeves of Yue Meng were grabbed by Lan Nianrong and said impatiently, "No!"

"Red fairy fruit is a thing of the fairy family. You can't act recklessly. This fruit enters the ground, turns into gold, and withers when it meets wood. Only when it is placed on the hem of you and my skirt can you pick it successfully."

Yue Meng's heart stopped and looked at the red fairy fruit above her head with a smile. It was as red as the big apple in her previous life, but she became a treasure here.

"According to you!" Yue Meng looked at Lan Nianrong faintly, and then did not move. Lan Nian rolled up her white robe and sank into the red fairy fruit tree.

Looking at Lan Nianrong's red fairy fruit, Yuemeng was extremely happy. She looked back at the golden red fairy fruit again, but she was a little reluctant to leave.

Following the original road and stepping out of the cave, Yue Mengxin and Lan Nianrong bowed to the Tianshan Cave again. At this time, a voice came from the cave, "Buddha is predestined! Hahaha!"

The two left Tianshan Cave after thanking them again and again.

In the blood soul beads.

"Dream, I like you, it started a long time ago!" Lan Nian's eyes are like water, gentle and confused, and his pulse is out.

"Hmm! Me too!" Yue Meng responded faintly, and then quietly poured into the warm arms, with a sweet smile on the corners of her mouth.

"If I get the body, I would like to stay with you!" Lan Nian's faint affection changed to his usual coldness.

Yue Mengxin's little face became more crimson, slowly wrapped around Lan Nianrong's slender and white neck, exhaling like an orchid, delicate and gently kissing Lan Nianrong, who was too handsome.

"Dream heart," Lan Nianrong called his beloved woman far away and long, as if time seemed to stand still here.

Lan Nianrong gently hugged such a beautiful woman in her arms and hugged her tightly, worried that she would slip away from her fingertips if she was not careful.

He muttered: "Dream heart,"

Lang Nian Rongxiu's immortal Taoist bone, but I don't know when he has been sincere to his host and put it all together. He can no longer extricate himself. He gently raised his thin lips and kissed Yue Meng's cherry-like red lips, like a delicate petal. He was so careful, but so intoxicated.

There is a cloud in the blood soul beads, reflecting the hazy blood soul beads. The moon dream heart and Lan Nianrong are all dressed, as if floating in a dream.

The butterfly dances and the phoenix is light, the wind is gusty, the flowers shine on the water, the willows are rising, the grass is long and the warbler is flying, and the purple is red.

The snow-white body reflected the ink-dyed green silk, gently wrapped around the dry heat of Lan Nianrong's legs. She lay quietly in the blood soul beads, whispering, and suddenly flashing her eyelashes, as beautiful as a flying butterfly.

Lan Nianrong's gentle kiss is like a burst of fine and dense raindrops, like the dew of rain, so gentle and so lingering.

Xiao Hongchen paints Zhuyan floating clouds, but it is difficult to love each other, but only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals; the fate of this life is difficult to solve, and the fate of Kunlun is only lingering for you in the distant dream.

Several times overturned the clouds and rain, several times the flowers blossomed and faded, and the predestined human feelings fixed the blood soul beads.

A drop of bright red blood is like a blooming rose, eye-catching and dazzling, and flying into the blood soul beads with a lot of concern.

Lan Nianrong carefully cared for the beloved woman who was sleeping. Her long hair was slightly close, silently affectionate, and muttered: "May the dream wake up in her heart! Dream heart!"

He whispered to Yue Mengxin, hoping that she would wake up as soon as possible, break the battle of the demon world, and drive the warcraft back to the demon world as soon as possible.

Butterfly Dance Continent.

The more Warcraft gathers, the people suffer unspeakably, and every time they encounter it, it becomes the meal of Warcraft.

Each of the four countries took the strength of the whole country to fight with blood, and the peace and prosperity collapsed in an instant, and all the places they reached were the unscrupulous warcrafts and the people who lost their places.

The whole butterfly dance fell into chaos.

After 749, Yuemengxin woke up again. There was a red bean mole in the center of her eyebrows, flashing with golden light, and her complexion was more rosy. Her face was like peach blossoms, white and pink. Her red lips were delicate and dripping. Her body was like willows were even more amorous. The qi and blood on her body were smooth, and Ren Du's two veins had already rushed between heaven and earth. .

Lan Nian couldn't help holding the dream heart of the last month, "Dream heart, you can wake up," the deep affection in the words, which was accompanied by seventy-49 days of waiting and attachment.

His eyes are as clear as water and affectionate.

"Hmm!" Yue Mengxin whispered, and then rushed into Lan Nianrong's gentle arms and deeply smelled his breath in the sea of knowledge. Everything was so far away and real. It seemed that she could not hold Lan Nianrong like this. She was reluctant to give up her affection.

Lan Nianrong also knows the love heart of a stunning woman.

As the saying goes: sighing that the world has fallen from the world; love has been like smoke and pipa for thousands of years; the fate of this life has become the vicissitudes of life; the ancient sword cuts off the oath of who awakened the old grudge; in a flash, love recalls the past.

He only looked forward to himself and transformed into a lingering body as soon as possible. The infinite gentle kiss silently hit her little face. Her flashing eyelashes, her tender face, and the jade collarbone of the ice skies all turned into everything in an instant, and he melted into her heart.

Long silver hair fluttered, and his handsome face quietly stared at the fairy-like peerless face. How could he meet such a charming woman in his life and make himself intoxicated. When he got it once, he thought about it for a long time. At the same time, she also wrinkled her pool of spring water.

Lan Nianrong gently stroked her snow-like skin, slowly kissed her plumpiness, drunk for a long time, smelled her faint body fragrance, and his brain fell.

The robe falls down, with smoke and green, relying on the water, with a spring mountain in the middle. The water in the painting pool is as green as pale eyebrows, flying, and full of fireworks falling to the ground.

CHILUO's body is exposed in the blood soul beads, like a newly blooming Tianshan snow lotus, which is cold, noble and elegant, and beautiful. In an instant, the elegant man traveling through the immortals stagnates. Such a beautiful woman should live in the fairyland.

Lan Nianrong gently touched every inch of skin there, gently swept all the places on Yuemengxin, and changed his coldness, changed the fairy bones of the past, and did not eat the color of the world.

Women's lines are natural, so exquisite, so perfect, and so crystal clear, just like the spring dew in the Bodhisattva's jade bottle, fairy smoke, dripping without vulgar dust.

The dry heat under his body hit Lan Nianrong's consciousness. He gently faded his clothes, wore a flowing silver hair, and slowly covered the beautiful woman.

In the blood soul beads, I don't know where the body is held. When will there be such a beautiful scenery, Lan Nianrong can't bear the good period as far away as a dream.

The sound of the rain is unrestrained, the fragrance of plum blossoms falls, the flowers are falling, the flowers are endless, and spring is also sad; the wind and leaves are swaying, and a drop of fragrant soul is far away, and spring comes and winter, people are sad and sad.

Liangxiao is so short and beautiful. Lan Nianrong has a thousand reluctance, but he can't delay the world's life. Moreover, Yue Mengxin returned to butterfly dance to protect the peace of the world and the safety and blessings of the people. How can he stop him? He wants to support her with all his strength and protect his host. After all, they rely on each other. Love is continuous.

The moon dream heart was in the blood soul beads, and the cloud sleeve slowly pulled out of Lan Nianrong's hand, full of deep affection and love in silence. At this time, it was silent.

Lan Nian's watery eyes, with a stream of spring water, looked at the woman who wanted to leave the blood soul beads, and there was a lot of reluctance and affection in her heart.

"Nianrong, I will see you later!" Thinking of the purple clouds and people trapped in prison, and thinking that the huge monsters are still in trouble in the world, these further urge Yue Mengxin to leave the blood and soul beads. The heavenly woman is also carrying the heavy responsibility of butterfly dancing the world. She can't just be the moon dream heart of a certain person. She is the heavenly girl and the moon dream heart of the people in the world.