Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

Did he quit?

The evil and alluring black eyes swept past suspicion and passed away.

Zhou Fei Yu glanced at the spot where Ink White was. He could not feel anything unusual at all. Sharp eyes cautioned around him, wondering if he had left.

Under the grey ink, the three of them fought side by side, and the quiet forest fell into a dead silence.

“I'm in a good mood today, think about letting you go. If I touch you again next time, you go or he goes. ”

With a gloomy, bloodthirsty smile, Lin Maple swung back into the forest with a chill.

Cloud-dancing rumors, slight eyebrows, and the frost in your eyes are more pronounced.

Why stop at this critical juncture, the son of a master, the son of a demon, a man who dries up like a bone, cold bloodthirsty, living on the brink of darkness?

Afraid you can't beat the three of them?

This reason is inevitably somewhat elusive.

The dragon poured evil words and laughed again in his eyes.

The cloud dance stared at him and looked at him with a deep smile. “What are you laughing at? ”

Dragon poured evil over her thin waist, mouth slightly flashed, revealing evil enchantment, "guess. ”

However, that smile to restore the evil of the past is a relief...

At a glance, she knew he must have noticed why he was stopping, but she wanted to know more about why he was here than why he was stopping.

Is it true that the claw teeth of the Beast Gate are everywhere?

Looks like she's on her way to conquer the mighty, and they'll be her most faithful witnesses!

Whether it hurts him, kills him, or even threatens his ancestors for eighteen generations, he will follow!

It's rare to see a dog like that in the world.

Cloud dance stashed the knife and removed the tight state of preparation, restoring the calm of the past in degrees.

She looked back at Zhou Fei Yu next to her and looked at his handsome, pale face. "Is that okay? ”

Zhou Feiyu smiled at her, like a cold smile, like a sad, "What does this hurt count for? ”

The pain in his heart was the most intolerable part of him.

The cloud-dancing microjaw head then turned back to the dragon to pour evil, but stared at him.

This man is strong inside and out, nobody wants it, but his heart is smaller than that of a woman, and his heart is worse than that of a demon. If he doesn't hurt him, is he sick?

“Shouldn't your woman save herself? Why did you give the opportunity to someone else?” The cloud dance shone with a smile, the smile was brilliant, the eyes were bright and tender with a hint of frenzy and beauty.

Dragon looked evil at that smiling mountain river colorless smile, stared at her straight at her, heart attack slowed half beat, just the next second, he hurriedly pulled away to hide the evil smell.

“My woman is a few pounds, I know best, but if he's willing to give, let him give it, and you won't need it anyway.” The dragon smiled at her evil charm and the corner of her mouth curled pointlessly, as if everything was under his control.

The cloud-dancing willow eyebrows lowered and couldn't help but glance at Zhou Fei Yu, who seemed to be breathing, his eyes swept past a hint of guilt.

How many injuries have he suffered since he was born?

But when he saw her back and forth, he couldn't slap her enough, and suffered two internal injuries. Although she didn't make him do this, it was still because of her.

She is heartless, but she cannot be completely deaf.

But he had to rethink again. Shouldn't he be counting his events in the Zhou dynasty? Why did you land at King of God's Samurai Academy for no reason?

Still fighting all the way to the inner college? Is he going to enter the promotion contest to qualify for the Troika?

What's his purpose?

Cloud dance eyes slightly squinted, and an exploratory look fell on Zhou Feiyu's pale face.

The cloud dance felt an evil chill swept behind her. She had to stifle her back. There was nothing she could do in her eyes. She looked back and was pouring a smiling, non-smiling look at the dragon.

The cloud dance whitewashed his eyes with indifference.

“You'd be jealous of your husband.” The dragon poured evil and caught a cloud dance and pressed her against her chest. Her eyes glanced slightly deeper at the non-feathers and the corners of her eyes were smiling.

“How can other men compare to you when you're so good?” The corner of the cloud dancer's mouth smiled, circled his back and sighed deeply.

There's nothing you can do, there's peace of mind.

“Lady still has eyes.” The dragon poured evil against her forehead, and the fiery breath blew in her face, scratching a slightly rushed breath.

“narcissistic.” The cloud dance pushed him away and walked up to Zhou Fei Yu, who was closing his eyes to heal his injuries, "okay? ”

Zhou Fei Yu Jun's eyebrows were low, and there was an unusual blue light in his palms. Like fantasy, he entered Dantian from his chest.

The cloud dance will see his face basically return to normal, and his heavy breathing sounds are much smoother.

“That's enough. ”

“Then let's go. ”

Dragon poured the evil circle of cloud dance, Zhou Fei Yu was behind him. When the cloud dance left, he looked at the freshly broken vine and always felt a sense of uneasiness.

After they left, a black figure fell quietly, watching a cloud dance in purple in the distance, with a chilly smile at the corner of their mouth.

He was not far from the cloud dance, but the three men who walked seemed to have not noticed his presence, and he had no breath on him, like a corpse without a soul and only a shell.

Shady, sinking, bloodthirsty.

“Pfft.”

Suddenly, he sprayed a bite of blood, and his pale face was covered with frosty snow.

He knelt down on his head, covered his chest, and the blood on the floor was dripping with a creepy smile in his mouth with a trace of blood.

He betrayed him after all!

In the blood drip, those shady eyes were slightly murderous.

He stood up, shaking a little, and the shadow swept past him and disappeared.

The dragon poured an evil smile at the corner of his mouth, which had been hidden deep and gradually faded away.

The three of them walked all the way, somehow they always felt the bloody smell in front of them was very strong, the smell of the stinging nose was pervasive, the leaves of the maple in the forest were red, but it was a kind of red, like blood, dripping.

The three of them glanced at each other, but their footsteps didn't slow down, still walking at an undiminished pace.

On the ground, the cloud dance stopped, and the bottom of his eyes swept past the frost, looking at the spots of blood in the distance, his eyes tightened.

On the maple leaves, on the trunks, on the rugged and endless trails, there are dark, dark droplets of blood the size of dewballs.

The cloud dance frowned slightly, and the eyes scratched with surprise. These bloodstains are obviously not fresh. Why is the smell of blood spreading so much?