When I saw the yellow flower girl's face, I didn't know if it was her face; when I saw her body, Thirteen Lang would rather ignore it.

The body expands, the body contracts, the body is illusory, the body is solidified, the yellow flowers are just a layer of "clothes", and a new woman emerges.

A girl who is pure to immature, clever to insidious, lively to the point of being free, and has a little bit of a bad eye in her eyes.

It is difficult to describe the text. In one sentence, it is: a yellow flower girl sheds a layer of skin, and it will turn into ashes.

The hat is still a hat, the veil is still a veil. The body is less than four feet long, the face is small and tender, and the embroidered shoes are still worn under the feet.

"What's this!"

Even though Shisanlang was "very knowledgeable", he was shocked to have a prickly heat at this time, especially when he found that the breath released by the body of the smaller size was even stronger than before, his forward momentum suddenly stopped and he didn't know what to do.

Still fighting? If she doesn't say that, can't bear it. If this girl beats her skin for a while and then she will shed the skin for a while, what will she become in the end? If she fights her stronger and stronger...

"Hate, they're not a thing!"

There was a hint of shame on her face and joy from the heart. The little girl twisted a few times, and a "black" robe automatically appeared on her body... Well, the reason for the first layer was that the robe was obviously close to her body, and it was not so pure, as if it was transparent, and it seemed to have turned into some other color.

"Hey! The shoes are a little big." The yellow flower girl's body was a size smaller, and her feet also shrank. She stomped her feet and then gathered her big red embroidered shoes, which was actually a top-quality magic weapon that could transform with her body.

Needless to ask, the same is true for the veil of a straw hat. The yellow flower girl is a treasure, which is enough to shame the self-proclaimed wealthy Shisanlang.

"Extraordinary incarnation!"

Shisanlang didn't have the intention to envy her Duobao and exclaimed; he thought, no, how could he encounter that kind of old monster here?

The Taoist Dharma of monks is magical. What is magical is not only killing people, catching treasures and refining pills, but also cultivating clones; clones can not only exist, but also increase their power with the original respect. When necessary, they can even give up clones to save their deity's life, which has a bit of the smell of reptiles breaking their tails and escaping.

The yellow flower girl said that she was broken up and her body was indeed reborn. According to Shisanlang's idea, this must be because the clone overlapping with the respect was broken and unable to support it; compared with this, the dress that was purely condensed with magic became secondary, which was not surprising.

All those who can cultivate clones are powerful and super powerful. They are all because the ordinary clones are only about 30% of the original deity and are useless at all.

Not to mention the difficulties in choosing clones, what can you do by spending huge energy and resources to cultivate such clones? Or do you want to make tricks or send letters through errands? There is no need to do it.

It’s not that the incarnation outside the Dharma is not powerful, on the contrary, because of this, it is fearful for any monk who has practiced his clone; no monk Shisanlang has come into contact with will make this choice.

The cultivators in the outer realm are so powerful? They will have clones if they jump out of the Nascent Soul stage? However, why are there no clones? The cultivation level of the deity is stronger? It’s a bit unreasonable.

If you have to explain, there is no reason. That is, the new girl in front of you is still a clone. As for the deity, maybe in the military camp, maybe thousands of miles away, or even in the Puri Star Realm, no one knows the truth.

Shisanlang guessed randomly. The little yellow girl couldn't help but laugh and mocked him for being bored.

"What kind of extramarital incarnation is that people are not that old."

This is the truth. If you can cultivate a clone in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, your original deity will at least be above the great monk or above. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as an old monster.

He raised his hand to sort out the veil. The yellow flower girl cleaned up and stretched out her fingers as pink as a baby to point Shisanlang's nose. Her tone and expression were serious, and she announced three major events in a row.

"First of all, I have to thank you, because you helped me get through this level."

Shisanlang looked inexplicably, from the end of his hair to the toenails.

"Then, I need to consolidate my state now and leave it alone for the time being."

Shisanlang breathed a sigh of relief and thought that it was good that he would be at least one big enemy, even if it was only temporarily.

"In the end, although you didn't think you beat me, you helped me so much. You are pretty good, not too ugly, and your body is quite strong, especially the yang energy is quite strong, which suits my taste, so..."

Listing Shisanlang's many advantages in succession, the yellow girl thought seriously and said frankly: "So I decided that from today on, you will be mine!"

Shisanlang was stunned.

The yellow girl had no intention of asking for his opinion. She had her hands sealed into a lotus shape. Although she could not see her face, she could feel a solemn feeling. A layer of blurred light flashed around her body, which was mysterious and sacred.

Shisanlang became nervous and was busy keeping his guard. He wanted to go up and attack, or wait for her to comfortably use her ultimate move? But she had already said that if she no longer acted as an enemy of herself, would there be any serious consequences if she took action?

Just as she was thinking about this, the yellow flower girl seemed to be ready, her fingers trembled slightly, her fingers slowly opened, her cherry lips slightly opened and her palms were vomited gently, and a flower was blown out.

A small yellow flower that is weak, light, brilliant, fascinating and even distressing.

After blowing this breath, the yellow flower girl seemed to have spent a lot of energy, and her body swayed slightly, and she felt a little unsteady.

"You are my own person after receiving my natal flower." The yellow flower goddess said with satisfaction and comfort.

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The yellow flowers floated over, and Shisanlang's eyes were fierce.

Staring at the slowly floating flower, he felt as if he was facing a great enemy.

The yellow flowers are soft and weak, and the pressure they release is pitifully small. The posture is like a baby acting cute in his parents' arms, the green leaves swaying on the branches, and it is like the willow branches blowing open the spring equinox, and the white snow reflects the bright lotus. The indescribable gentleness shows endless love and joy.

It trembles, trembles again, looking for direction, looking for breath...

Suddenly accelerated!

"Damn!"

Shisanlang shouted angrily, sealed the wind vortex with his left hand, the electric arc jumped, the fire snake danced, and his body retreated like lightning, and he used all kinds of magical powers to stop the young yellow flower with unknown magic.

No use.

It cannot be blocked, it cannot be blocked, it cannot be destroyed, it cannot be avoided, it cannot escape; no matter what means it is used, the yellow flower is still the yellow flower. It flew to Shisanlang at a very fast speed and shot straight into the middle of his eyebrows.

"Hehe, young master, don't be so afraid, okay? They have no malice to you."

The yellow girl was so happy that she leaned back and forth, and pointed at her finger and said with a smile: "Don't hide, you are my person, just leave me."

"From your uncle, please!"

At a critical moment, Shisanlang's cruel temperament broke out, and the word "Ding" came out, and his whole body was filled with red light. His left hand turned silver and his right palm was pitch black, like two palm fans on his face closed in the middle.

He took action at the same time by sucking the demon and turning into a spirit. No matter what the flower is or what the yellow flower girl had made, Shisanlang had done his best.

He was extremely upset. At the same time, he felt a little scared and thought that he should really listen to Jinwu's words and practice the fire path. If he could cultivate the fire that destroys the world, why not be afraid of such a magical power that still does not know what is.

The fire of the world-destroying world is not so easy to cultivate. Regret is obviously useless. Shisanlang can only hope that his last trump card will work and destroy these many demon flowers.

With a light sound of "bang!", Huang Hua paused slightly. The two palms hit each other, and Shisanlang's heart suddenly hurt.

The child knocked over his favorite toy, the girl shed tears at the falling flowers, the sage faced the miserable creatures, and the monk failed to get through.

Heartache, regret, pity, compassion, all are uncomfortable and all reach the ultimate.

At that moment, Shisanlang suddenly had the urge to cry, as if he had done something huge and could no longer be saved.

"What's the point of my uncle? Really, ah!" The yellow flower girl was angry, and suddenly sat on the ground with her butt, stroking her forehead with one hand and holding her heart with the other, and her whole body trembled.

It's like being killed by thunder!

It was purely subconscious, instinctive, completely unthinking reaction, and Shisanlang's palms were slightly relaxed.

A ray of yellow light flew out from his palm and turned into a small remaining flower with only half of the petals left, shooting into Shisanlang's eyebrows.

"Fuck!" Shisanlang shouted angrily, scolding himself in his heart for not knowing the importance of it, and deserved to be cut into pieces.

"What kind of martial art is this? It's so amazing!"

The yellow girl sat up timidly, her voice so soft that she could not be softer, so weak that she could not be weaker, and so aggrieved that she could not be wronged.

"You are my own person, you are my life."

Her breath was dying, obviously about to die, but she kept nagging and said seriously: "Since it is my person, we must abide by the rules. I will listen to you in the future. You can do whatever you want me to do. It's the same. You can never touch other women again, and I won't allow other women to touch you, and I can't do a single finger."

"If someone is disobedient, I will kill her. If you are disobedient..."

"Listen to your sister!"

Shisanlang was so angry that he jumped up like a dragon, and pounced on him. Somehow he urged in his heart, awakening Thirteen Niang's sleeping soul, and asked, "Look for me, what kind of monster is this woman, which is more powerful than a fox!"

"What does it mean to be more powerful than a fox? Is it a charming master?" Thirteenth Lady was not too sober yet, and responded in a daze, obviously a little dissatisfied.

"That's right, I can't explain it clearly for a moment... I was shot by a yellow flower with some unknown magical powers, and it turned out to be..."

"What's wrong?" Thirteen Niang asked after hearing that Thirteen Lang was a little abnormal.

"I can't even take action...kill her!"

"Is there such a thing? Mei Gong does have similar effects, but I've tried it with you a long time ago...it's useless!"

Thirteen Niang was shocked and swept to the yellow flower girl with the help of Thirteen Lang's divine thoughts, saying, "Mei Gong is even better than me... This is... she is a virgin!"

"What...what?" Shisanlang opened his mouth wide, and his body was just stiff in front of the yellow flower girl, as if Leng Yu had used eight fixed techniques.

"Don't doubt it, I am an authority in this regard; she is a virgin, a virgin with a pure Yin body... How is this possible?"

Thirteen Niang smiled bitterly, no less shock than Thirteen Lang. She said silently: "The pure Yin body can still protect the Yuan Yin without losing it. How hard it is... How cruel!"

Shisanlang didn't know what to say, but he knew that Shisanniang was right. She was indeed authoritative in this regard, and there was no doubt about it.

"My sister? Isn't that still me?" Huanghuan girl was wondering Shisanlang's words, and her expression suddenly changed, and her sharp voice screamed.

"You...you you you you...you have women in your body!"

Shisanlang looked at her blankly, his eyes looking innocent.

The yellow flower girl cried bitterly, waved her little hands randomly, and shouted: "Stop pretending, she...she...she...she...six spirit!"

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