She is as white as snow, Ling. exquisite and beautiful. She has a graceful posture, lying quietly, silk flying, and beautiful features. The more people see, the more they like it.

Pure, holy and kind, although not open eyes, but the smell of women, but let Chen Jiu for a long time dementia.

"Er..." The woman moved for a while and gradually opened her confusion. "Long sorrow, where are we and what happened?"

"Ah, did you forget that?" Chen Jiu stared at Jingxin in surprise, which was unbelievable.

"Yeah, aren't we fellow practitioners? Where are we now?" The pure heart looks blankly at, is full of doubts.

"Jingxin, we have...