This is My Planet

A girl with fiery red ponytail strode into the palace gate and looked around: "Oh, the demon king's palace is so small, it's not much different from your ecological park..."

Yin Xiaoru continued to back away with a Sima face.

"I thought you were well-off, but you don't look very good now, Xiaoru!" The girl strode forward to hug her.

Yin Xiaoru turned around and wanted to run.

Did not run away, Tengyun VS Qianyuan, was crushed too hard to find the north.

The girl's body was like a ghost, and she strode forward and hugged Yin Xiaoruxiang forcefully and took a sip: "It's still so fragrant and soft..."

Yin Xiaoru struggled: "Monster, return my sister Yan!"

"Don't struggle, bastard, you just don't want to admit that I have become more youthful and beautiful than you, hahahaha..."

Yin Xiaoru time stood still, she turned her head stiffly and glanced at the girl for a long time: "Stop laughing, I've seen the peaches in my throat, which manga came out of it?"

In fact, Yin Xiaoru herself said very tenderly...Although she is twenty-four, she is only seventeen or eighteen years old just by looking at her face, just like Gongsun Jiu is twenty-nine, and looks like a young army flower in her twenties.

Most of today's human beings look younger, because of genetic evolution, cells age slowly, life expectancy has also increased, and they all look better and better. This is all the same, and it is also the fundamental source of motivation for human beings to pursue genetic evolution.

But Yan Wuyue is more than one hundred... No matter how you look at it, she is a thirty-year-old sister, and she is already considered to be well-maintained and envious of others. Before dual cultivation with Sindy, Yin Xiaoru felt that according to her genetically evolved exercise efficiency, she must be an old woman when she lived to be sixty, and she was already extremely envious of Yan Wuyue.

It turned out that this time it was even more ruthless, and the one who could become younger, just a sixteen-year-old high school girl, no matter how you looked at it, she was full of youthful vitality, and she actually lived younger than herself!

The most irritating thing is the temperament!

Everyone is in their twenties and thirties, no matter how tender their faces are, they still look like a royal sister, just like when I hooked up with Sindy, wasn't she a charming big sister (I think).

Yan Wuyue was dressed in wind and frost before, she really had the temperament of a "veteran" who had fought in the battlefield of blood and fire, what is it now? The little girl who just came to the training in the women's barracks pounced on the instructor vigorously?

How can even the temperament be changed.

It's too enviable, friends.

Jealousy made the little fox's body part apart, and he muttered incoherently: "By the way, why do you, a spirit of fire, have such a detailed human body shape? This white, tender and pink face is like tofu, why is it not a fire face?"

Yan Wuyue grabbed her shoulders and walked in: "The details of your human body are down to the hairs of a fox. I still have a little human gene, although I don't know if I still have it..."

"Emmmm..." Yin Xiaoru was a little agitated by the words: "Sister Yan, you could have been called Eviscerate the bones and return the father and cut the flesh to return the mother. Those who heard it were sad and those who saw it shed tears..."

Yan Wuyue said: "I haven't returned to my father, I was raised by nature, and I have a father. Even the rebirth of an egg is done by the father."

"Friends are exhausted." Yin Xiaoru shouted: "Come on, get her out for me!"

"Wait, wait." Yan Wuyue smiled and whispered in her ear: "Hey, don't you think I should call you concubine mother?"

Yin Xiaoru blinked her eyes: "It's true, you used to flirt with my family Sindy, but now you can't, right?"

"I never really wanted to hook him up." Yan Wuyue sighed: "As a sister Yu, it doesn't really matter. He's strong and handsome. What's the point of seeing each other all night? You didn't establish a relationship with him at that time...a boyfriend in disguise, you said it yourself."

Yin Xiaoru squinted at her: "It's confirmed now."

"Ham, now I'm a young and invincible girl, so I have to be reserved, I can't do things like before."

Yin Xiaoru looked up at the sky: "Why do I always feel that it's because he doesn't have girlish attributes around him, and there are too many sisters Yu, so I deliberately turned you into this..."

Yan Wuyue was dumbfounded, this seems to be really possible.

Around Xia Guixuan, there was really no youthful and beautiful girl of sixteen or seventeen. Ling Moxue and Yin Xiaoru were all in their twenties, and that person would soon live forever, and she was also a big sister... The dragon that appeared at that time was a little loli.

Could it be that the old pervert really did it on purpose to become like this?

Yan Wuyue stammered: "Anyway, anyway, if he bumps into me again, I'll slap him...he...he..."

As she spoke, Yan Wuyue's eyes straightened, and when she saw the figure leaning against the pillar with her shoulders folded by the gate of the inner palace, her tongue was tied up: "How could he be here! This is unscientific!"

Xia Guixuan smiled: "Who are you slapping with big ears?"

Yan Wuyue turned around and ran away.

An invisible big hand was holding her collar, and Yan Wuyue ran around in vain for a long time, drooping her shoulders: "Father God, Father God doesn't want it."

Xia Guixuan: "..."

Yin Xiaoru: "..."

"Come on, come in and sit down." Xia Guixuan turned and entered the door, muttering as if talking to himself: "Why should the old woman act like a girl."

Yan Wuyue looked at his back with fierce eyes, and reached out to touch the gun. Yin Xiaoru pressed her hand firmly, and hypocritically persuaded: "Sister, forget it, here are all his people..."

Yan Wuyue looked around, the palace was not big, surrounded by a group of guards of the fox race gods, each of them stared blankly at the sky, the human followers she had brought had already been fooled.

The entourages are all powerful special forces commanders, and everyone’s preparations for the mission are as follows: the deputy commander of the three human armies is sent to the god-born palace to congratulate the new king on his enthronement.

Are you all ready for the shroud of horse leather, okay? Why are you here to watch youth campus comedies and girlfriends grabbing men's ethics dramas?

If you want to talk about this, you can say it in private, okay?

"Bang!" The palace door closed, and the three of them really talked in private.

"Others have never thought that the new demon king is Xiaoru." Yan Wuyue said: "Did you see the expressions on 9527 and the others just now? You thought they were the demon king of the enemy, but it turned out to be the fox sauce they had been obsessed with for a long time. Everyone was dumbfounded."

Xia Guixuan said: "Shut your mouth for a short time, don't let them go back and talk nonsense, or you will get sidetracked. Xiaoru still wants to be a person..."

Yin Xiaoru glanced at him and smiled sweetly.

Yes, I still want to be a personal one... Being the demon king even feels like a cosplay, so far it is difficult to get into the drama.

The seats of the three of them are still the same as they were at the top of the ecological garden, sitting in a triangle, Xia Guixuan's hands can still play with fire, Yan Wuyue's face is stiff, always wondering whether his hands will reach out from below again.

but no.

Xia Guixuan was just making tea, and amidst the heat, it seemed as if a vicissitudes of life had emerged.

"Actually, it's only a few months." Yin Xiaoru stared at the mist in a daze, and said in a low voice, "Why does it feel so vicissitudes?"

A rebirth from Nirvana, commanding the three armies.

A cause and effect cannot escape, ascend the throne as king.

A pair of best friends who used to fight and only cared about how to make medicine, suddenly discovered that they are actually the important core of this planet, and their every move is full of troubles.

And he entered the story from the person who read the story, and became the fulcrum of everything.