1774: Wordscapes Uncrossed Jungle-Vine 15 Answers

A thick voice came from the mouth of the golden figure.

He didn't see what he did, but after so far, Xia Ling suddenly felt that the enchantment of Zhiyu Hall was broken ...

"Father King!" She now looked at the Lord of the Nether City in front of her.

The Lord of the Nether City stared at the golden figure and laughed: "Aojun, my devil, you are familiar with it. Come on, talk and want to leave. What can you do? Since your son is not willing to stay in the ghost world Stay in two days, then I will give you my daughter, let her go back to heaven with you, you can help me take care of her. "

His words fell away, Xia Ling hadn't responded yet, only felt that a force wrapped her, her whole person seemed to be very small, as big as a mustard, and was thrown out of thin air.

Xia Ling: ...

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Xia Ling opened her eyes again and saw that she was already in heaven.

She was unconscious for some days, and she woke up lying on a couch.

The clothes were changed, and the dancou on the nails was washed ...

The skirt of the ghost world was replaced by the fairy robe of the heavens. Starting from the neckline, this robe covered all her figure.

The slanted placket ensures that no excess skin on the body can be exposed except the hands and face.

This dull style, in addition to Ji Jun, Xia Ling couldn't think of anyone else who would dress her like this ...

At the sound of this jingling, Xia Ling looked down, and a thin chain buckled on her slender ankle, all the way into the depths of the palace.

Yo, Jijun, is this his way or his body?

Xia Ling got out of bed, and turned around in the cold palace in the golden color.

The furnishings of the palace are very simple. In addition to the beds, a row of bookshelves, and some furnishings, it is clear that the servants helped settle the king.

Everywhere here is clean and tidy, like the scent of Jijun's life, as if it is not stained at all?

The thin chain on the ankle ... there is a small forbidden symbol, the power in Xia Ling's body is completely confined, but this thin chain is also a fairy.

No matter how far Xia Ling goes, this thin chain will not hold her back.

However, as soon as she walked to the door of the palace, the thin chain would directly take her back to her couch ...

Very good, Jijun is a cruel man!

Xia Ling tried several times with the same result.

Sitting on the couch, she stared at her fair ankles, thinking seriously.

If she cuts her feet, can she break the shackles and use the ghost technique to get her feet back again?

"Favorite +3"

A crunching sound in my head is a hint of increasing favorability.

There was also movement outside, and Xia Ling looked up with a sound.

From the gate of the palace, a figure in gold and red armor stepped in from the outside.

This armor is the uniform of the King of Silence. The cold and strong breath is revealed from his cold and quiet face.

The **** of war, Ji Jun, was judged by the little cute who was imprisoned in the Temple of Weaving Feathers.

Xia Ling narrowed his eyes, feeling that the light on Jijun's body was a bit dazzling.

Raise your hand and cover your eyes.

Xia Ling listened to the steps, felt the breath, and looked down to see Ji Jun standing.

"Orchid feather ghost." The man murmured softly.

"Huh?" Xia Ling dropped her hand and looked up at him.

She sat on his white, calm couch, and he stood before her.

The two looked at each other, their eyes were opposite, and the atmosphere inexplicably brought out the tension between the two armies.

Squinting slightly, staring down at the woman, Ji Jun's gaze fell on Zhiyu's white cheek.

There is a woman who, even in fairy clothes, never looks like a fairy.

"How do you say something? Feng Shui turns?"

(End of this chapter)