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Chapter 317 The first person to pretend(2/2)

Chu Yang muttered in his heart.

This is a mysterious and elegant handsome man, with a unique talent, born with the ability to control and command birds, and has a handsome appearance. He likes to wear white clothes, so he is called "White Phoenix" and his weapon is "Feedled Blade".

The heads of the four heavenly kings under Weizhuang are also the four heavenly kings, including Chi Lian, Canglang King, and Wushuang Ghost. He often controls a giant white bird to fly in the sky, with excellent light skills, is good at observing the direction of the airflow, so as to control the wind, and be able to soar in the sky with the help of feathers.

Wearing a white dress, steering a white bird, soaring in the sky, and roaming the world, who is so carefree?

This is a man like the wind.

Blue hair and white clothes, long body stands tall, and the streamers behind the shoulders inadvertently brought out a bit of extraordinary aura. The blue eyes swept away lazyly, and the air was filled with elegant and noble solemnity.

Someone once summarized his evaluation: A young man who grew up has a bit of deliberate charm, but he has the ability to invert all living beings. Perhaps he disdains this advantage at all, but he just unknowingly, like jade and silver.

Perhaps, he is just a proud child, obsessed with his true nature in the vast and chaotic world; perhaps, he is never confused with the secular exiled immortals, riding the wind, catching the moon, picking up flowers and smiling, condensed into the beauty that ordinary people cannot reach. Ordinary birds come from the end of the world, and this country is a game of chess, but someone is far away from the clouds and the sky, leaning against the phoenix by himself.

Being self-conceived, rather than admire the reflection in the water alone; thousands of troops are still holding white feathers and standing proudly by; the graceful young man with slow talk is lazy to look at the silk and bamboo on earth. The real sound of nature is the sound of the wind curling through his hair, and he still whispers in his ears.

He likes to go for free, but he really floats in the sky like the wind, pursuing ethereal freedom.

Such a person is difficult for people to forget.

Singing...!

The white birds sing, as if they were uneasy.

A group of people walked out of the woods.

The leader was Baihai Weizhuang, followed by Gongshu Qiu, Chi Lian, Wushuang Ghost, Canglang King, and some other subordinates.

Viper snakes crawled around.
Chapter completed!
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