Chapter 400 Where did the black woman come from

"Hey! Hello!! Don't die!" Funeral snow shouted. Looking at the man strangely dead and alive, alive and dead, I really don't understand what's going on?

Suddenly, a breath floated this way, and a snow-colored fairy robe floated. Princess Haiying, who has a beautiful appearance, has fallen in front of her, "Isn't he dead yet?"

"Princess, this is probably a monster. He can't be buried, die, and can't live. It's better to give it to Emperor Shura." Funeral Xue said, but do you still remember that he mentioned a word snow, snow? Are you calling yourself? But she doesn't know him at all! Why did he know that she was buried in the snow? Is it really God's will? Doomed fate? Thinking about it, Bu Xue's face was slightly red.

"Do you really want to give him to the royal brother? Then he is really dead!" Haiying stared at each other and smiled unprehensably.

Because the royal brother Ye Shura will never let an outsider live in this ocean world. Otherwise, it will not be so safe and peaceful here. The people here hate those outside and the world of treacherousness. They just want to have their peace and happiness.

"So...what should I do?" Funeral Xue's face was a little red and she bit her lips slightly, but she really can't be with this person! No matter who he is, it doesn't matter if he is so ugly, but he still knows that she is called Bu Xue. Hey, God really wants to punish himself!

"I... I don't want him!" Buring Xue said resolutely.

Hai Ying frowned and smiled suddenly, "Don't regret it. Since he is not dead, I will cure him and return his peerless face. Woman, you can wait to regret it!"

With that, as soon as he raised it with one hand, he immediately pulled out a gorgeous yarn, then covered it with a magical traction and threw it at Qin Shaoling, which had already tied his limbs. Haiying flew up and took the white-haired man to the Haiying palace...

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There is a unique scenery under the beautiful "sky" with blue waves. In a forest, a tall beautiful man with long hair with a ponytail and a colorful soft helmet was driving a very difficult sea lion beast. After fighting with the beast for several rounds, he jumped up and mounted on the beast.

However, the good times did not last long. Soon the beast howled and threw the man down. The man quickly fell firmly on the ground with his feet, and there was an evil sneer at the corners of his mouth. When he wanted to give the sea lion beast another fierce blow.

Suddenly, a light and shadow fell from the sky, and then it hit the sea lion beast with a bang. For a moment, the majestic lion beast was smashed by the thing and climbed to the ground without any temper. And what was on its body fainted directly.

The beautiful man frowned and looked at the sudden heavenly thing. After a while, he was stunned. It turned out that the thing was not a thing, but a person at all.

The beautiful man in a soft helmet walked towards the man. The man was very slender and her long hair was messed up. She lay motionless on the beast and seemed to have fainted.

"Hey, who are you?" The beautiful man asked coldly. An invisible majesty appeared on his face.

However, she can't wait for her answer at all. Now she doesn't have the slightest strength.

"You are an inexplicable person... you can't stay with me." The man was thinking about something when he was a child.

"Unparalleled son, you are here! Emperor Shura ordered people to look for you everywhere! Hurry up and go!" A voice penetrated, and soon a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy in ink is now in the air. No one can see how he came from. The power of teleportation magic is used unconsciously. Or he doesn't use teleportation magic at all.

"It's you again, weaving dreams. Can you give me a breath when you appear in the future!" The man named Wushuang looked back at him and then stood up, as if he was thinking about something.

"Ha ha, my name is Zhimeng. My people move with dreams. You let me breathe. That's really a difficult thing!" The teenager called Dream Weaving said elegantly, his head was covered with some strange centipede braids, which were very long, until they all hung on the unformed back.

"What did Emperor Shura ask me for? I'm not a dreamer. If you want to have a good dream, he should find you. The unparalleled son said, and then his eyes stayed on the woman again. She had been crawling on the beast and did not move. She really didn't know whether it was life or death!

"No, Emperor Shura thought..." When Zhi Meng was about to say something, he noticed the person on the lion beast on the ground, "Huh, who is this? Unparalleled son, is this your person?

"..." The unparalleled son didn't say anything, but his eyes had noticed that the other party's exposed hands were all as black as carbon...

I couldn't help but lie down and break her front with one hand. At a glance, it was shocking!

"Oh, my God! She...how could she be so dark?" It took a long time for Zhimeng to say this. Looking at this black woman, he couldn't look at it.

The unparalleled son did not have the surprise of weaving a dream. Looking at this woman, although her face is extremely dark, it is undeniable that her skin is extremely smooth and her facial features are also beautiful, but her skin is very dark. As the saying goes, she becomes ugly when it is black. No matter how good her face is, no one dares to see it with this complexion. If the skin changes color, you can imagine what a lively beauty she will be!

The unparalleled son looked at the woman, put one hand on her jaw, and then put his hand down fiercely, opening the skirt of her neck, revealing a piece of skin...

is also dark, and even the black skin is black and shiny, completely losing its true color.

"It's unbelievable!" The unparalleled son muttered to himself.

"Uh... I'm really scared... Where did this black woman come from? I'm sure she's not from our place." The dream of weaving full of centipede braids said, and there was a silky of wisdom in his bright eyes.

"I don't know. I only saw it fall from the sky." The unparalleled prince replied.

"Sweat... fell from the sky? That is to say, it may be someone outside, so we can't leave her and leave it to Ye Shura!" Weaving a dream.

"Give it to him... What else will come to good? Sooner or later, it's better to feed my needle and try the effect of the medicine!" The unparalleled son replied faintly.

"Is it another needle test? Yu Wushuang, you are really the same as Princess Haiying! If you don't spell the first place in the world, no one will accept anyone?" Zhi Meng said with a smile.

"She? I don't want to argue with that little girl! My medical skills are the best in the world!" Yu Wushuang glanced at him, a proud and naturally appeared on the corners of his eyebrows, and then looked at Zhimeng, "Go back and tell Ye Shura that if you want to give birth to a prince, you have to find human beings to breed, find demons to find demons... You can only give birth to demons and demons! This is fate in itself! No matter how much medicine you take, it's useless!"

The unparalleled prince said, picked up the woman on the ground, galloped up the next second, and flew into the blue sky a few feet away for a moment.

"Hey, Yu Wushuang, what about your lion beast?" Zhi Meng asked loudly.

"I gave it to you as a gift!" The long voice came through with the air.

"Dizzy! Meeting ceremony? What kind of gift is this? Zhi Meng was stunned and looked angrily at the stupid and half-dead lion beast on the ground, "Forget it, I will reluctantly accept you today." Soon the palm spread out, and a force was released, which put the lion beast into his mind and became the object in the dream. At the same time, his strength is also stronger.

This practice of building dreams as power requires the owner to collect or add a variety of strange foreign bodies, which can help improve his own strength. At the same time, when acting on others, it will produce unprecedented powerful thought space and make people produce various nightmare dreams, which directly affects the dream-building of the human spirit. Magic is better than the spiritual magic of the undead magic.

Broadly speaking, dream-building magic is also a kind of magic. However, in a narrow sense, this dream-building magic is deeper than spiritual magic, and the accuracy will be more prominent. If spiritual magic acts on the external change of the human spirit, then the dream-building magic focuses on changing or repairing the human spirit. Internal quality. The specialty is different, but it is equally out of the class!

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When Xue Aofeng's consciousness woke up, he felt that his body was suddenly a little sore and numb, and something plunged into his spine little by little.

Finally, he couldn't stand the pain. "Ah..." With a scream, Xue Aofeng opened his eyes. The first sight in front of him was a snow-white veil, and the pain continued behind him, as if he had been poked by a needle. And her whole body lay on the edge of a medicine bucket, and her body was soaked in a large medicine bucket.

"Who pricked me in the back! Get out of here!" Xue Aofeng shouted unbearably. Her body wanted to be turbulent, but she found it difficult. When did her body become so soft?

The man's hand, which was about to be pricked down, stopped and looked at the other party, "Are you awake?"

"Nonsense!" Xue Aofeng was completely strange when he heard the sound, but when he saw his arm the next second, he was shocked and suddenly lost his voice.

For a while, I couldn't take my eyes off. When I looked down, my body's skin turned black, and even the blackened the potion. Oh, my God! What's going on? Touching his face with one hand...

A convulsions hit her head strongly, and the facts she couldn't believe were hitting her soul and body little by little.