Chapter 3685: Uncle's Killing Intent (2)
But summoning the Sword to launch an attack is enough.
"You're crazy! You **** is crazy!"
Yan Lezhi yelled almost hysterically, "How dare you hurt the Ghost Domain Master!"
"Young Master, how about Young Master?" Yan Lezhi almost cried.
Instead, the chief of the guard relieved after checking Yin Yuanzhang's condition.
Taking Yin Yuanzhang's current practice as an example, even if he was unexpectedly attacked, how could he be really hurt by a little Jinxian.
Yan Yuanzhi shook away Yan Lezhi who came to help him.
The face was twisted, and he rushed towards Mu Yan like a ghost.
Yin Yuanzhang, who had never been so humiliated and frightened, was already mad at this moment.
Immortal-level coercion is cast without reservation.
Mu Yan had just recovered some complexion, and all of her blood color faded.
It had already floated into the air, and the celestial piano that had flown over to her suddenly fell to the ground.
Yin Yuanzhen clasped her neck.
Reached out and yanked.
The outer clothes were torn apart.
"Slut, shameless!"
"The young master treats you a little bit more forgivingly, do you think you are something?"
"As cheap as you are, this young master wants to play and how he wants to play! The heavens and the ground, the audience is wide, and this young master will let everyone take a good look at your cheap!
Mu Yan suddenly clenched her lower lip.
Blood oozed from the pale lips.
She is not suppressing her anger and hatred, but Qihuang who wants to rush out in the suppression space.
No!
Not yet!
Without reaching despair, Qihuang must not be exposed.
The last fairy force surging in Dantian.
Mu Yan stabbed toward Qi Yuan with a wave of Qi Juejian.
But this time, Yin Yuanzhang was well prepared. As soon as he raised his hand, a black flame burst into his palm.
Mars rubbed Mu Yan's wrist.
A heartbreaking pain followed.
Physiological tears fell uncontrollably.
The hand holding the Seven Swords no longer had strength and could only let the remaining weapons fall.
Yin Yuanzhang filmed her weapon.
Raised her hand and slapped her face violently.
He had made up his mind to make sure that this unkempt **** could not survive or die.
He was going to watch her pinch himself, crying and begging to pamper her.
However, that slap has not fallen.
Yin Yuanzhang felt a flower in front of her.
Immediately afterwards, there was a loud noise.
He was photographed and flew out, and landed on the ground with a wolf.
...
Mu Yan is being tortured by [Mingyin Shengzhang].
That pain is not physical pain.
But even the soul was burned over and over.
She just felt that all the strength and temperature in her body had been exhausted.
Not even realizing what just happened.
She just felt engulfed in a somewhat familiar and unfamiliar embrace.
The clear bamboo incense, accompanied by the irresistible trembling, was passed to her through thin clothing.
Mu Yan opened his eyes blankly.
Blurred to see a handsome face of Qingjun.
Those dark eyes have always been calm and indifferent, the ancient well is not wave.
But at this moment it was irresistible panic and distress.
Mu Yan blinked softly, and whispered, "Little Uncle?"
Luo Yunxiao closed her eyes.
The hand on his side fell into a fist until his nails were deeply embedded in the palm.
Blood dripping.
Only with that little pain can I force myself to quell the killing intention to calm down, and the tremor of the body stops.
