Shen Yin Wang Zuo

His breath is still in the air, the bedroom even has a little excess temperature, which proves that he did sleep here before, but where can he go at this late hour?

Her body flashed and Tse Jie came out of the window like a green smoke, reappeared in the street, green bamboo wand gently, slowly walked to the hotel where she lived, at a time when her heart was full of worry. After not finding Dragon Hao, she searched every room, including where Xin Li and Night Hua lived. Every time she goes to a room, she feels the change of breath quietly, searching for his share. But all the efforts have come back to nothing. He's not here, and the whole hotel doesn't smell like him anymore except for his own room.

Did something happen to him? The sound of the green bamboo cane dotted in the hands of Kyle has clearly become a few points louder. If something really happened to him, whoever it was, I wouldn't let it go.

Returning to her place, she sat on the bed on her knees, but Tse's heart could not calm down. Rationally, this is the headquarters of the Temple League, and as a contestant in the Demon Hunt Competition, he's very unlikely to be in trouble. When I attacked Yang Wenzhao earlier, didn't I have Alliance Powers to rescue me in a short time? But where can he go?

After a full hour of work, Tse Chi cannot enter the fixed state.

I'm gonna go find him.

Get out of bed again, pick up your bamboo cane and leave the hotel again. But because of the anxiety in her heart, in the midst of the night, she forgot to wear her own attack veil.

The night was cool as water, the night breeze blew gently, and Tse was awake for a few minutes. The so-called concern was chaotic, and after a little calm, she kept thinking about where Dragon Happy might go. Where would he go if he hadn't been taken?

Is it...

Suddenly, she came up with something. Is he going there? But at this late hour, is it possible?

Anyway, whether he goes or not, that place is finally a target.

On weekdays, she and Dragon Hao Dawn were able to walk for half an hour, only a dozen breaths passed in the light leap.

The tip of his nose moved slightly, Tse's face changed, it was his smell, it was his smell, he was actually here.

The green bamboo cane hurried to the spot, and the harvester quickly walked forward. Follow that familiar refreshing scent.

Long Hao Chen already had difficulty maintaining his consciousness, repeated falls made him even weaker, at this time he could not even see the scenery before him. Yet he still held his teeth tight and stood there, his body shaking like an undoubted monster.

du, du, du ”

du, du, du ”

The familiar voice barely sobered his mind a few points, did she? Or am I already hallucinating?

“Long Hao Chen.” Tsaier rang out with an anxious voice.

Immediately afterwards, an elongated green bamboo cane has been lit on Dragon Morning.

Dragon Hao stood unstable and suddenly fell to the ground, but the fall also made him awake a few points.

Long black skirt, slightly scattered but long purple hair like a waterfall, drips down and spills over his face. A faint, somewhat chilling scent. He suddenly saw a face full of anxiety.

Slightly pale skin, atheistic eyes, but not half able to cover her beauty. It's her, it's her.

In his own memory, this was also the first time he saw Tse's face. Fine to the extreme, the five officials, in stark contrast to her icy and cold temperament, moisturize the jade snow, eyebrows and daiquiri smoke, skin like jade, although slightly pale, clear and delicate like a new strip of lychee. Clear and unvulgar looks are almost instantly branded in the dragon's morning mind.

“You, how are you?” Feeling the fall of Dragon Hao in the morning, Chelsea was a little anxious and hurried to get down and touch his hands.

His clothes were slightly wet, apparently soaked in night exposure, his body still trembled slightly and his breath was extremely unstable.

“Tsai, Tsai, is great.” Suddenly, Zhaier was filled with joy. His consciousness was blurred and he could not even think about why Zhaier appeared at this time. But the excitement in my heart cannot be contained. Holding her tender little hands, she said with an uneven breath: "I, I... didn't mean... to lose my appointment, would you... forgive me? ”

When he held his hands, Cher's heart shook suddenly because she clearly felt that his hands were so cold and completely different from the warmth of the past.

He hurried back to snap his wrist pulse, just momentarily, and Tse had already felt his weakness at the moment. Moreover, his weak body was on the verge of collapse when the night was exposed to cold weather.

“I forgive you.” Tse Jie bowed down and carefully lifted his upper body. His right hand was affixed to his vest. Soft spiritual power slowly poured into the dragon's morning body, helping him to rid himself of the chills. If the chills were not pushed out in time, it would probably leave him with a disease.

How could she not forgive him? By the time she found him here, she had guessed what he had in mind. He was so weak that he remembered his covenant with her, no matter how dissatisfied she was in her heart, at this moment it was gone. Besides, he didn't mean to miss his appointment!

Tse's spiritual strength was very warm. Dragon was really weak at this time of the morning. His eyelids were heavy and heavy. Before he went to sleep, he muttered.

A moment later, Dragon Hao Chen had returned to his room.

Tse Er carefully wrapped his horn around him and sat beside the bed quietly shaking his hand.

At this time, under the conditioning of Tsaier Ling Li, Dragon Hao's palms have become a little warm and not so cold anymore.

“I'm sorry I shouldn't have doubted you.” Tser's clear face showed a faint softness, and she raised her hand carefully, gently touching the dragon's morning face, touching his tall and upright nose, fine skin and thin, moderate lips. Tse's pale, beautiful face gradually rose and fainted.

The dark golden light flashed and the dagger appeared quietly in her palm, with soft fingers like the most ingenious artist, the dagger gently moving, engraving a small line on the side of the dragon's morning bed. Then cover his palm with it.

Some reluctantly touched his cheek again, and Tse's face went blushing. At this time, the words of the dragon before the morning coma were echoed in her heart. He said, "Tse 'er, you're beautiful. ”

The Alliance implements the Government.

Bang...

Knight Temple Temple Knight Chief, stationed in the Temple Alliance, ranked second only to another nine-order powerful Han Xuan, who stood frostbitten in front of a wide table, and whose palms clapped on the table.

“Shadow with Wind, today you will not give me an explanation, don't blame my Knight Temple for turning over.” The angry bear burned in Han's chest. Can he not be angry? Not just him, by this time, the Knight Temple's presence at the top of the Temple Alliance had been a collective outrage, and even that normally closed nine order power had been struck.

Yang Wenzhao, the Knight Temple's most promising chastisement knight with a spiritual furnace, was seriously traumatized in his home. And undoubtedly, the man who badly wounded him came from the Temple of Assassins. Whether it's the signature skills of the Assassin Temple or the Thousand Strikes Furnace, these are the most prominent symbols of the Assassin Temple.

At dawn, Han Zheng had come to the entertainer in a aggressive manner to question him.

All six core representatives of the Temples are based in the executive government of the Alliance. Every 10 years, a group of members representing the Temples are elected to unify the affairs of the Knight Temple. At its core, there are thirty-six Bureau members, six each in the Temple. Thus, although the Knight Temple is nominally the head of the six main temples, it is not entirely dominant in the Alliance.

Han Qian is one of the six officers of the Knight Temple, and is the head of the Holy Knight, thirty-six Knights of the Commanding Knight Temple, and the deputy master of the Knight Temple for day-to-day affairs. The honor of status is only under three Knights of Divine Imperial Order, and only one of the three Knights of Divine Imperial Order can surpass him.

Opposite the Han Dynasty, sitting behind the desk, is a skinny elderly man, all dressed in very ordinary black, with short white hair, and the appearance is also ordinary. The only thing different from normal people is their eyes, I'm afraid. Those are silent, lifeless eyes. If he was lying on the ground, he would surely be considered dead.

Han Zheng admired the position of the Knight Temple. In front of him, the same is not easy to deal with. The Assassin Temple Man Living Hall Master is in charge of the Assassin Temple's 36 most powerful Assassins. At the same time, he is also the manager of the daily affairs of the Assassin Temple.

Unlike the Temple of Assassins and the Knight Temple, in many cases they have increased the headache of the 72 pillar Demon Gods of the Demon Nation and the 72 pillar Demon Gods are constantly changing, and in the course of this replacement, ninety-one Demons have died in the hands of the Assassin Temple for 6,000 years. This splendor is unmatched by the other five temples.

Even in the Alliance, no one knows how deep the Assassin Temple is, and only the Alliance Presidency knows how many of the nine best Assassin Temple players are. Of the six main temples, the Temple of Assassins has always been described as the most intriguing.

The shadow and wind did not cause any emotional fluctuations due to Han's fury, “I will naturally give you an explanation for such a big thing. ”

Han Qian also calmed down slightly at this time, pulled a chair and sat down his ass. Angry watched the shadows follow the wind.

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Seeing someone say that Tse 'er is cold and harsh. That's because you don't know Tse's past. For Tse 'er, the importance of Long Hao Cheng ranks first in her life. She cares so much about Long Hao Cheng, and even for the sake of his casualties, people are related to Tse's experience. These will be explained later. Take your time. Tse is more pathetic than anyone imagined.

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