4545--Andrew The Black Heart of Reflection Nine

Yang Chun Baixue closed the house door with a bang, and slumped on the ground, biting his lips.

Did she really kill her parents? Did it make the sheep clan go down? Does she really give a damn?

Hei Xinjiu had a clear idea of ​​what had just happened, but she had spent too much on cleaning up Tu Mei'er's demon power before, so she didn't come out to jump.

Seeing Yang Chun Baixue looking like she couldn't survive, she had no choice but to float out.

"Little baa baa, are you stupid? That bitch made a few nonsense words and beat you like this?" Heixinjiu rolled her eyes and said.

Just as Yang Chunbaixue was about to speak, he heard Hei Xinjiu continue: "Didn't you just buy a lot of delicious food? Let's go, let's go to the study room to eat snacks and read the text book, it's really nice!"

Yang Chun Baixue: "..."

If only she was as heartless as this rice bucket puppet!

Forget it, I'm going to die anyway, so what's the use of thinking so much? ! Sweep the stars, just sweep the stars, anyway, there are not a few days to live!

Thinking about this, Yang Chunbaixue immediately stood up and took Heixinjiu to the study.

However, when she opened the books she bought, her face flushed with shame, and she would not say anything to help Heixinjiu turn the books.

Seeing that Yang Chunbaixue didn't help her turn over the book, Heixinjiu hummed angrily:

"Little baa baa, your skin is too thin! There's nothing written on it?! Don't you just hold your little hand and kiss your little mouth?!"

Yang Chunbaixue was so embarrassed that she wished she could plug Heixinjiu's mouth, how could she summon such a color embryo? !

But he couldn't stand Heixinjiu's rogue, so he closed his eyes and helped Heixinjiu turn the book.

What Hei Xin Jiu looked at was a relish, and I have to say that the words written by this demon clan are vivid and fragrant, and they are simply superb! They are much smarter than the humans, ghosts, and nightmares. Could it be that the demons have a talent for writing such special words?

For three days in a row, Heixin Jiu was just reading the script in addition to eating chicken, and his small days were simply beautiful!

It's not that this guy can't do anything other than that, the time is too short, even if she cultivates day and night, it is impossible to cultivate a real body.

Besides, even if you can cultivate an entity, it won't help.

As for escaping, don't even think about it. Prince Lu Ziyan had already been covered with dark whistle outside the General's Mansion, and he couldn't escape at all.

Besides, even if they could escape, with Yang Chunbaixue's weak chicken demon power, they wouldn't be able to get away well.

He could only take one step at a time, and besides, Heixinjiu felt that since Heizhuzi got her here, he would never die, and she might be sent back to the ghost realm at a critical moment.

Seeing that the next day will be the day of hitting the demon clock, Yang Chunbaixue cleaned the ancestral hall, knelt on the futon and wept: "All ancestors of the sheep tribe, father, mother, please bless Xueer tomorrow. You can ring the demon bell."

Hei Xinjiu rolled her eyes and just wanted to make a few words of ridicule, but when she thought about it, didn't she also pin her hopes on the black beads? It seems that there is no position to ridicule Xiaobaa.

This guy instantly has the awareness of self-reflection. Before, she felt that there was not much time left, and it was unnecessary to cultivate or not. It was a big mistake!

She shouldn't give up until the last moment, she just keeps going back!

So, she floated cross-legged in the air and began to practice according to the puppet practice method she had seen before.

Yang Chunbaixue cried for a while, and when he got up, he saw that his rice bucket puppet, who was either eating or reading a book, was cultivating, and he felt like hell!

Continue at four.