"What's the matter?" Ling Luoyu lip in the direction of the enchantment, "Who is that hair color is different from ours? It looks... mysterious."

"His name is Shao Huanyang. It is said that his mother is an alien, and all his looks are different from ordinary people..."

Alien?

It should be a foreigner, right?

So, this Shao Huanyang is a mixed race! ?

Ling Luoyu quickly replenished the sweet and coquettish mixed-race in his mind, looking forward to the direction of the enchantment for a while.

"This surnamed Shao... is afraid that he has a good cultivation base? How else would you dare to be so mad in front of you?"

"Crazy?" Yin Nineteen was speechless.

That expression-very sour!

Ling Luoyu: "..."

"People are arrogant, naturally because they have arrogant capital...Do you know whose disciple he is?"

"...Who?" Ling Luoyu's eyes turned sharply, pretending to be very calm, and he smiled: "There are so many hermit masters in this world, how do I know whose disciple he is? "

"Whose disciple in this world dare to be arrogant?"

"Friendly remind you..." Yin nineteen hovered slightly, lowering his voice: "This is a Protoss, so, just let your mind fly, think hard!"

Ling Luoyu: "..."

No matter how hard she thought, there was still a divine lord pressing on it.

If there is a god, what kind of backstage can there be?

At the moment, I even smiled casually: "I still want to let my mind go to guess, how to let go... No matter how flying, I can't regard him as a disciple of the god?"

"In the world, besides the god, who else has a disciple who can be so crazy?"

Ling Luoyu was dumb again!

Isn't it? !

After thinking so much, how come I didn't expect that it turned out to be a disciple of the God Lord? !

However, she thought of something very untimely--

God Lord, so masculine.

In his palace, there are male favorites!

The mixed race has been responsible for appearance since ancient times.

Presumably, the main reason why the sect master Shao Huanyang was admitted to the sect was because he found that this kid's face was good.

With a little training, you can develop the type you want.

"The God Lord really took great pains... From such a young child, he started training..." Ling Luoyu sighed and shook his head, looking at Shao Huanyang in his eyes full of sympathy.

This sudden change in mood made Yin XIX's face a little strange: "You...what are you talking about?"

"It's nothing, just a sigh... As the saying goes, since ancient times, the beauty of beauty is so fateful, so is this blue beauty... It seems that whether a woman or a man is a little bit pretty, it will be a disaster..."

"A bit pretty?" Yin Nineteen's expression became more and more weird: "What is ...

"...It's okay, with emotion, pure emotion!" Ling Luoyu chuckled and changed the subject: "By the way, I want to ask, what are the legal practitioners and Shao Huanyang doing? Between them? ... doesn't seem very friendly?"

If it is friendly, Shao Huanyang at this time should be at a tea party hosted by the legal industry, rather than talking shameful things at the door.

Although Shao Huanyang's face was not visible, the facial expression of the Faye Chair was still clear.

This guy has a bad face!