Chapter 825: Long Yun Zhan is angry
Chapter 825 Long Yun Zhan is angry
When the words were exported, Bei Ming Lulu stopped the sound.
Next to it is the killing **** mercenary group that has been watching the night. The night is clear and the current situation, she can't say it.
Back to the side of the brothers, the night has been relaxed, unable to sneer, relying on the arms of Long Yunzhan.
"Clear, this time, what brothers and sisters you are talking about! Let the cockroach bite his hand directly!" Qiao Jin was full of anger and glared at the night maple Confucian who was supported by Wei Bei.
The night cleared the eyelashes and the breathing slowly stretched.
The slender fingers gently scraped the back of the hand of the dragon cloud.
Long Yun Zhan was an instant, and he understood the thoughts of the night.
His face is black, his face is cold, like frost, and his voice is cold as wrapped in ice: "If you don't want to die, stop bleeding immediately."
Nangong was amazed by the news, and the man was stunned and turned around, eager to drink: "Quickly let Fengru stop bleeding! Be careful of the corpse!"
Everyone was upset.
Why did you just bite the wrist of the night maple, did not bite, did not directly tear the night maple.
It is for this reason.
At the tomb of the Mausoleum, you cannot see blood.
If you bite the wrist of the night maple, it is bound to spill a lot of blood.
If the corpse is attracted, they will be directly swallowed by the corpse without the flame, and there will be no residue.
Therefore, it was only the skin of the night Fengrui wrist that cut through the night, and kept licking his blood.
Qiao Jin shook his fist and pinched the money dart: "When you go out, how do you want to kill the night Fengru, **** it! Now forgive him a dog!"
The look of Long Yun’s face is still indifferent, just the bottom of his eyes, overflowing with a thick sense of coldness, mixed with the murderousness that is ready to go.
"This is the result of Hu Lai, you are here to die, but also to live." The cool voice, full of anger, the blue eyes like a lake, staring coldly at the people in their arms.
He is really angry.
If you are not angry, the cool and cold Long Yun Zhan will never say this sarcasm.
It’s really a little bit of effort to respond to the loss of the night.
"How is she?" Long Yun Zhan's cold scorpion looked at the North Dew.
North Ming Lulu a cockroach, lightly coughed, and voiced in the mercenary group medal: "Clear her... her Xuan Xinyu... seems to be gone..."
The pulse of the night clearing is very chaotic, and when it comes to this level, it is not aware of the slight fluctuations of mysteriousness.
It can only be proved that the night of the Qing Dynasty only forcibly exhausted the power of Xuan Xinyu, causing Xuan Xinyu to exceed the load and directly shattered in the body.
This kind of thing has not happened.
Xuan Xinyu is gone?
It means that the night is a normal person, an ordinary person who does not even have the power of action.
In this strange and glorious tomb of the Mausoleum, an ordinary person who does not have the strength to walk is extremely dangerous!
Long Yun Zhan's color is getting colder and colder.
Resting in the night of his arms, I couldn’t help but take a nap.
Long Yun Zhan's eyes, covered with a very cold and cold chill, such as covered with thin frost.
He slowly squatted down and placed the night on the side of the donkey, snuggling between the soft hair.
The cold voice is like a wind, falling into the ears of everyone: "In order to save everyone, in order to let everyone live, to clear up their lives, what is it?"
Whitening thin lips, gently pull out if there is no need to slash the arc.
Lifting the blue, the blue light, the straight hook is set on the night maple.
Long Yun Zhan walked slowly toward him: "If you come, you will kill the gods and cross the river to break the bridge.
In the palm of his hand, a long sword with a blue glow appeared from his palm.
(End of this chapter)
