The man's cheeks were healed by the punch of Tianlang, and he lifted his hand and licked the remaining blood from his face and threw it up.

The taste isn't too bad.

“Stop, stop!” The man looked at Tianlang and was about to rush over, shouting and stopping. Though he was fixed on Tianlang, the punch of Tianlang just now did shock him, and he was not sure that he could easily win.

The man glanced over at the ink - the woman seemed to be a mediocre human fairy practitioner.

So the man started thinking, practicing to his point, and the hardship was not enough with humanity, so he was more careful, more cautious, more caring about his life.

“What, you know what scares me?” Tianlang stopped and looked at the man in front of him with dismay. He had just seen this man staring in the direction of ink.

The man also dared to persevere. He was not angry when he saw Mu Tianlang say this. He smiled and said to Mu Tianlang: “It's just a misunderstanding. We don't have to do this sword-breaking. No. ”

Looking at the ink, the ink curled the eyebrows and filtered the man's words again, although the man was not a good man and was most likely to do a lot of hurtful things.

She and Mu Tianlang have joined forces, and it is not necessarily possible to beat him. Besides, she looks like this now, just don't drag Tianlang back into her legs.

By choice, the ink poured toward Tianlang and said: "Lang. ”

“Mmm.” Mu Tianlang understood the emotions in Ink's eyes, but... that thing was still here. He nodded at the ink, indicating that she knew the scale.

He looked back at the man and said, "You have the plutonium. ”

Rumor has it that the man's eyes were slightly surprised, but soon he wandered off and said in confusion: "What flowers are underneath? I don't know! ”

Though the man had just masked his emotions well, Tianlang discovered the glimmer in his eyes, "Don't you know? ”

The corner of Tianlang's mouth curled with a derisive curse, "When are we three years old?! Give me the coagulated flowers, or I'll turn your old nest over. ”

Come on, I looked around the next four weeks, and I whispered, "Tsk... your nest is not very well laid out. Just in time, you can reorganize your nest. ”

“Lung.”

Ink dumps don't understand why Mo Tianlang has made the atmosphere that has just subsided and made it nervous again.

And what was that plume he was talking about? How did Tianlang know that the flower was on this man in black?

Hearing the call of ink, Tianlang turned back to give ink a reassuring and firm look.

Ink Tilt knows that this gluten must be extremely important for Celestial Lantern, otherwise he would not have wanted it so firmly. In that case, the ink glass is of course an unconditional support.

Wait, a vicious war is inevitable.

She slowly leaned towards Tianlang.

“You…” the man bites his teeth and stares at Tianlang, "Don't go too far. ”

Tianlang's face also cooled down, “Don't play dumb with me, give us the flowers and we'll leave immediately. ”

“You're dreaming. ”

As soon as the voice fell, a sword suddenly appeared in the hands of the man in black and stabbed him in the face. Mu Tianlang was already ready, so he didn't panic at all. His hands gradually came together, his eyes closed and his mouth read the trick.

He said that it was too late. When the blade was two centimeters away from the blade, the blade opened his eyes violently. The blue eyes shot and a strong blue light. He set the man's sword in the air for a while.

The other hand of the man covered the handle of the sword, his strength was harsh, and the blade had signs of loosening again, stabbing towards the sky lantern.

But by this time, Tianlang had already read the mantra, his hands slapped past the man's chest. The man's hand couldn't react, so he picked up Tianlang's trick, but his sword didn't stop, and he came straight towards Tianlang's head.

It all happened in a flash.

And the ink spills on one side have long felt beside Tianlang, a sword stabbed by men with an extremely intense field of death and locking function.

It's not an easy thing to pull away.

With a glimmer of gold in her eyes, her body was instantly surrounded by a layer of gold, and the rear layer of gold circle spread towards the celestial lantern. She grabbed Tianlang's hand at this moment, and Tianlang was pulled aside by ink. The man's sword flashed.

“Pfft...”

The man threw up a sip of blood, kneeling on his knees, and the sword on his hand supported his body. He adjusted his lower body at an extremely fast rate, then took a bottle of pills out of his arms, poured one out and ate it.

Ink glanced at it, it was a blood red red pill, her eyes were cold, it was a spiritual supplement pill made of human blood!!!

Though the ink poured in time to pull Tianlang aside, Tianlang was affected. He also threw up a breath of blood and rubbed the blood on the corner of his mouth. He stood up and was ready to continue his desperation towards the man.

He's really willing to pay for his life to plumb flowers.

Ink glazed his eyebrows slightly, holding onto Tianlang. She doesn't understand what this condensed flower really is, it actually allows Mu Tianlang to just fight with death, you know, if she didn't happen to be in the field of death, and her ability in the field of death is slightly higher than that of the man, he, most likely, has now gone to the Yin Cao Dynasty.

However, her powers were ultimately beyond the reach of the man in front of her, and even though she had a higher level of death than that of a man, she still suffered tremendous repercussions.

The ink dipped white, slightly trembling with her hands, she held onto her body, her eyes cold, and the man across the street shouted: “You have indiscriminately killed innocent human life despite the Treaty of the Three Kingdoms! ”

“Huh...” the man raised his head, just after taking that pill, the man's face was obviously less pale, he smiled at the ink glass: "So what?! We zombies belong outside the Three Realms. How do you mortal immortals understand the rules of our zombies? ”

“Outside the Three Realms?” Glass laughs, and all zombie classes, whenever practicable, have inherited memories, which clearly show that they also need to adhere to the treaty. This zombie is still whining about himself. It's ridiculous.

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