Demonic Prince’s Wild Consort: The Trash Illegitimate Miss

She punched hard on the table.

At this moment, Emperor Yun's eyes glowed with a faint red light, just like the fairy who fell into the devil's path. The two incompatible temperaments gathered on his body, which looked gloomy but independent.

The woods were floating in the wild, and the last living person was easily crushed by Emperor Yun ’s neck. He threw it away, but the person ’s body did not fall to the ground, but fell on several other corpses, causing a leaf cover. body.

When the silence came, Di Yun raised his head slowly, and his hair was scattered on his forehead to block one of his eyes, and the other eye was even more sly.

There was a trace of blood on his cheeks, and he ignored the image, only killing and dying.

"Nanxiang." Emperor Yun looked coldly at the bloody sea of ​​corpses in front of him, causing a bloody sneer.

Behind him, Nan Xiang stepped forward, carefully watching the master, waiting for his orders.

Emperor Yun raised his slender middle finger with two fingers to wipe off the blood stains splashed on his cheeks. The unstoppable murderousness still did not converge, and the eyes with a bloodthirsty light flashed the breath from hell.

"Look closely at the ghost to kill the lair. No one is allowed to let it go. The king will personally solve it."

Nan Xiang looked up in surprise and was about to persuade him. When his eyes touched Emperor Yun's blood-stained pupil, he never had the courage to speak up.

In the end, he concealed his concerns, and Shen Sheng responded: "Subordinates obey orders!"

However, Emperor Yun Tongren tightened suddenly.

Nan Xiang just looked up and was startled.

Sure enough!

A touch of black gas gradually rose from Emperor Yun's eyebrows, but for a moment, the light black gas became stronger and stronger ...

Emperor Yun's eyes narrowed like a demon, his internal force suddenly erupted, the dark black gas gradually dissipated, and finally he was forced to suppress it.

"Why are you still here?" Emperor Yun said coldly, looking at Nan Xiang, who was worried.

Nan Xiang was about to say something. Emperor Yun's cold, cold eyes that had no emotion suddenly flashed a little light, his blood faded, and his eyes suddenly turned to the arena.

It's her breath!

He couldn't care about anything else and rushed out of the woods like crazy.

At this moment, Qiao Yu and others had gathered around the original ring position, the crowd was crowded, and a familiar white robe corner could be seen vaguely.

Emperor Yun's heart has never beat so hard, even the hands hanging beside him tremble involuntarily.

Ye Er ...

Muranting, who was standing on the outermost edge, saw his arrival and quickly gave up his position sideways. The others felt the appalling breath and immediately gave way to the side.

Everything was clear, Di Yun finally saw Bai Ye surrounded by the middle.

Suzaku stood behind her holding the ball.

And she held a large piece of satin ripped from her shirt.

In the satin, a pair of small white tender claws stretched out, scratching wildly on her chest.

She was tightly wrapped in the cape originally worn by Mr. Feng Jian, her face was weak and pale, and her hair was slightly chaotic. Even so, she did not forget to raise a gentle smile to him.

There was joy in the brows of the wind, Ye Mingxia also smiled softly, everyone laughed happily, and his eyes were filled with comfort and joy.

All this is telling him ...

She is fine, she is fine.

He and her children are very good ... all very good ...

"You can count." Bai Ye turned to see Emperor Yun, his eyes stayed in front of his blood-stained clothing for a moment, and he pretended to be angry and said: "This cub can toss me to death! Hello, still standing there What? This is a good thing for you, but let ’s take a look? "