Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

The dragon looked at the smile of the corner of the cloud dancer's mouth, and the smile appeared in his evil eyes. This is his woman, who, like him, has a bloodthirsty nature.

Only they can understand each other's thoughts and experience each other's pain, so who else is better suited to them?

The black man had some dark blues on his face and his blood vessels were clearly visible, as if they would burst in the next second.

“Ask King Yan! ”

The blackjacket suddenly jumped, drawing a sword from the waist, a long sword in black light, and the seventh order of fighting danced towards the clouds.

In the eyes of the cloud dancer passed a cold light, knowing clearly that there was a black fiery sword over her head attacked her, but she didn't look at it, and there was no point in hiding.

Genius of the youth, samurai of the seventh grade.

This strength is good, but those who can enter the Devil's Feather Forest inside the Academy are impossible with this strength alone, so she concludes! There must be someone behind him, and that person is in the woods.

The cloud-dancing corner of the smile stirred, but it made people look a little creepy.

Since the man doesn't want to show up, she doesn't mind helping him show up!

The dragon stared at the black flames surrounding the sword, and a hint of contemplation swept through the bottom of his eyes.

Just as the sword was about to stab the cloud dance, the black man's mouth was bitterly exposed to the brutality of his desperation, and his eyes were sparkling with pride.

“Boom...”

With a muffled sound, the earth made a muffled roar, the entire forest shook three shocks, the dust flew, the residual leaves flew, even the air seemed to condense for a moment.

After everything was calmed down, the purple figure still stood in the dark sky with a smile at the corner of his mouth and watched the dragon curse in the distance.

She was surrounded by the light that belonged to her, cool and pure, a little warmth in her bloodthirsty eyes, because she was looking at him, that intense killing, at the moment opposite her eyes, had faded a lot, and she had recovered the calm of the past.

The man in black was nestled on the ground, motionless, surrounded by a pit that was as big as five meters, surprisingly large.

And the black man was nestled in the middle of the pit, and this moment seemed so small.

The black man's fingers moved slightly, and the red eyes shocked him. He was a 7th order samurai. He tried his best to get beaten by only one blow!

Looks like she doesn't even have the strength to climb. Is this woman really as powerful as Master said?

“Who is your master? I don't want to ask again for the third time.” The cloud danced down the pit, and the dirt drifted through it, staining her purple coat, but not the cold on her body.

The black man looked up at the rising cloud dance and was shocked by her severe cold.

This…

This attitude, this look, the breath of death on you, the chilling forest, is just like the master!

“Master...”

The black man's eyes were so lost for a moment, he watched the cloud dance scream unconsciously.

Gah!

The cloud dance was stunned, and the killing intent suddenly subsided, and the cold eyes swept past the doubt.

When did she take a sidekick?

The cloud danced slightly with her eyes, a pair of deep eyes staring at the black man underneath her, her eyes turning with complexity, and then a cold face said, "Is your master me? ”

After listening, the man in black glanced slightly, his fearful eyes stared at her instantly, and then his eyebrows lowered. Some of them glanced at the cloud dance with disgust and grunted coldly: "No! ”

The cloud fog suddenly looked black, kicked the black man to the other end of the pit, dust suddenly flying again, her cold step to the black man again, looking at him coldly, “What are you not yelling at? ”

The man in black covered his chest with a hint of breath and backwards, sprayed a bite of blood, dyed his black coat and infiltrated the dirt.

Watching as Reaper approached his cloud dance, he dragged his body back a step in fear.

The dragon poured the evil corner of his mouth and there was some helplessness in his eyes. If he said yes, it was estimated that this woman would let him go. Now he says no...

I guess I'll have to die...

Dragon's evil will look at her, her eyes flashed with contemplation, this woman should have a decent followers.

“Kill if you want!” The black man looked at the cloud dance close at hand, his powerful eyes slammed and closed slightly, seemingly ready to die.

The cloud dance was slight, and the look of his death reminded her of the dragon slaughter...

I wonder if he is now trying to break through her own strength, but she is waiting for his strength to meet her expectations, then become friends with her, and finally go into the Dragon House to want to enter her own home...

With this in mind, there was a glimmer of light between her eyebrows.

This is a great result...

The black man waited as long as a century, and his heart trembled with fear before he died.

One, two, three.

But he couldn't help but see the cloud dancer. He finally opened his eyes again and looked at the cloud dancer's still bloodthirsty eyes. "What do you want? ”

The cloud dance was pulled back by his roar. Liu Mei lowered his eyebrows and his eyes swept past him. Why is he screaming hysterically?

A beast?

“Trying to kill you.” The corners of the cloud-dancing mouth, dark eyes, the wind elements reproduce, the soil floats, the residual leaves fly, and a swirling force gradually forms.

At the moment when the wind element surrounded the man in black, there was a loud noise behind her, and the loud noise hid enormous power behind her, forcing her to stop, a killer slipped into the whirlpool of the wind element and flew away.

She was in the wind elements, blue silk scattered freely, purple clothes dancing, undyed indifferent eyes such as ice clean, that ill white mask congealed her cool, so that she did not lose half her color because of that face.

The dragon looks at the half-sky cloud dance, his eyes look hot at her, with a hint of aggression, a hint of possession, a hint of hegemony.

For a moment, he didn't want anyone to see her, he just wanted her to live under his wings.

Because he laughed, because he cried, because he broke his heart, because he cried.

It belongs to him!

And he looked at the shadow, and the corner of his mouth curled up with a helpless smile.

She is a phoenix who soars for nine days. She belongs to the whole heavenly earth, not just to someone...

One day she stepped on the dome, and that was when she only belonged to him.

The cloud dance seemed to feel the heat behind her but with a hint of lonely eyes, slightly frowning, looking back at the dragon and leaning evil. He picked an evil frown at her and did not forget to throw a glamorous eye.

Cloud dance watched him do nothing, still as flat as before, nothing to say, just glanced at him and retracted his eyes, but the bottom of his eyes passed a hint of undetectable complexity...