Chapter 1439

Li Yundong was also stunned and said in his heart: Meiniang? It's impossible. Isn't she sucked to death? How could you be here alive again? Well, this shouldn't be fake, right?

As soon as he had this idea, he saw Mei Niang turning back and yelling at the side hall: "no one, just a half burned paper symbol!"

Li Yundong listened to her clear and loud voice, which was clearly the voice of the Meiniang he had met!

Su Chan also came to him and said in a low voice, "it's Meiniang! I remember it's Meiniang's voice!"

Li Yundong took a breath of the air conditioner. He only felt that his mind was in a mess, but there was a light in the mess, as if he understood something. But when he thought about it, he felt that the light was full of fog and mysteries, and he couldn't pull it out.

Li Yundong was about to speak, but he saw that Ziyuan turned his head, stared at Li Yundong, made a silent gesture, and then said, "are you impatient? Don't speak! At this time, a needle will be dropped, and others can hear!"

When Li Yundong saw Ziyuan staring at himself, he also stared at Su Chan, then made a mouth shape and said silently, "do you hear me, say you!"

Su Chan quickly covered her mouth with her hands. Her eyes looked at Li Yundong and stopped talking. Her eyes were full of grievances. The little girl thought pitifully in her heart: sister Mingming Ziyuan was staring at you. Why did you hurt me?

The little girl was thinking, but she heard a thick middle-aged man's voice in the wing room of the side hall. The man said in a loud voice: "in the middle of the night, I don't know which Taoist friend visited. Why don't you show up and meet?"

Li Yundong couldn't transmit sound, so he wrote on the back of asters with his hand: "do we want to show up?"

Ziyuan rarely had skin relatives with men. She only felt itchy on her back. She wanted to twist her body to avoid the tip of Li Yundong's fingers. She waited for Li Yundong to write several times before she understood his meaning and waved to him.

Li Yundong saw that Ziyuan didn't agree. Although he was strange in his heart, he also made up his mind to continue to lurk. All three converged their breath cleanly without releasing a trace.

The middle-aged man asked again. Seeing that no one responded, he sneered and said, "the soap clan who dares to break into our Pavilion at night must not be a fuel-efficient lamp. Since he came, why don't you dare to show up? Is it a turtle?"

The middle-aged man excited people with his words. Li Yundong was secretly unhappy when he heard it. He said to himself: show up and show up. We're just looking for someone, not doing anything bad. What's the secret?

But as soon as his thought flashed, he saw a figure suddenly appeared in the starry sky in the dark night.

This man is holding a three foot green peak sword, with long hair floating like an immortal, exquisite figure and a beautiful face. He is just sharp in his eyebrows.

Li Yundong took a look and was surprised. He saw that this man was no one else. It was Yan Fang's exorbitant Yang God he had seen in Tianlong mountain before, and the three Chi Qingfeng sword in her hand was the Liuhe sword she had used!