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Chapter 1615

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Although Shen Lingfeng could be considered a graceful prince before this, he was nothing compared to this cat demon!

It was beautiful, like a mountain spring, gurgling and cool.

Although the beauty of the mountain spring was still there, it had lost its irreplaceable vastness and nobility, instantly becoming mediocre.

At this moment, both men and women were deeply attracted to the man sitting quietly on the branch. Because apart from his impeccable appearance, his every move also exuded an aura that was difficult to imitate.

The heavenly light gathered on his body. The entire pond and the entire forest were moving according to his breathing.

Under the light of heaven and earth, even the spiritual cats, who were usually most afraid of strangers, obediently crawled on the branches around the man, as if they were meeting their king. With an almost fanatical gaze, they secretly observed every expression on his face!

Even the blue-haired spiritual cat that the five people had been chasing stopped under the tree.

Demon!

Mu Ziqing was right.

If he was an immortal, he was more evil than immortals.

If he was a demon, he was crystal clear, without a speck of dust.

Only a demon could describe this man's treacherous and mysterious aura.

"Cat … demon?"

Hearing the human language, the man gently closed the book with his slender and clean fingers. He raised his eyebrows and chuckled. At the same time, he supported himself on the tree trunk and sat sideways on the branch. He curiously and frivolously looked at the newcomer.

His voice was like a zither. With a flick of his tongue, a phoenix flew up.

Oh my god!

His voice was even more pleasant to the ear than a song.

I can't take it anymore!

With two spluttering sounds, Mu Ziqing spat out two jets of blood from her nose.

Looking at him from the side, she was about to die. Now that she saw his face, she felt as if her heart had been pierced by thousands of arrows! The man on the tree seemed to have transcended this world. He was the most elegant and graceful existence.

I don't want spiritual cats anymore. I want this cat demon!

Even if he is a ghost, he can absorb my soul!

While the girl was screaming fanatically in her heart, Shen Lingfeng, who was sitting on the tree, only looked at Zhen Xiaoxiao out of the corner of his eye.

"Little Little Little Little …"

Completely different from his calm appearance, the divine son was cheering inside like a chicken that had just laid eggs.

It wasn't easy for him to get such an opportunity to officially meet Xiaoxiao in front of the quiet and beautiful Moon Lake. Today, he had especially burned incense and washed his hair. He was also wearing a new shirt made this year. He had practiced his reading posture and the angle of his chin in front of the mirror many times!

He was extremely grateful to Shen Lingfeng, who had appeared out of nowhere. He was also extremely grateful to Little Blue Fur, who had drawn the five of them here.

"Xiaoxiao, look at me! Look at me! Look at me! "

"Didn't the books say that love between a man and a woman mostly begins with love at first sight? Look at me now, how about it? Is there a little deer on the tip of your heart beating wildly? Let me tell you, once you pass this village, there won't be another shop like this … This divine son of mine, this background, this cultivation … I'm very popular in Li Yan. If you don't hurry up, I'll be snatched away! "

Who would have thought that the ancient and yellowed book in the handsome man's hand was a book he had plundered from Shen Yanyuan's Heart Sutra of the One Hundred and Eighty Moves?

**!

Absolutely lustful!

He had opened the door to a new world for countless ignorant youths.

"Small Gruel?"

Seeing the peerless man sitting quietly on the tree, Zhen Xiaoxiao's heart stopped for a moment.

But a moment later, he was shocked to realize that he was lost in thought.

Those eyebrows weren't the eyebrows of a dummy.

Those eyes weren't the eyes of a dummy.

Those mouth weren't the mouth of a dummy …

But he couldn't put his finger on it. There was something about him that was similar to that damn dummy. If he wanted to talk about "Beasts Pay Homage to the Phoenix" with more like-minded people, follow Youshu Literature on WeChat.

"Talk about life and find bosom friends ~

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