Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

“But what?” Stu Lan glanced at him and asked.

“Wouldn't it be better if he picked me up himself?” The dragon poured evil and picked the eyebrows, and the corner of his mouth swept past a cold curve.

How easy it is to get rid of the inky night ice!

The last time he joined forces with the cloud dance, he made such a mess that he almost lost her.

This time, although he and the cloud dance strength have improved a lot, he is not really completely sure to kill that inky night ice, not to mention, there is a mysterious gateway behind him.

If there was another path, he would prefer a path that would reduce the risk.

It's not for her, it's for herself!

Make up your mind.

Stu Lan snorted and frowned: “He sent you away from Longxu. Will he personally take you back? Or do you already have a plan? ”

The dragon poured evil, but the corner of his mouth curled up and dyed the weird smile.

Tomorrow.

Let's start tomorrow and get back on track.

Yet here it is!

The evening breeze swept through and a bloody smell penetrated the nostrils of the two.

The dragon poured evil into Tulang's eyes and looked at each other.

The shadows swept away in an instant, looking for the blood.

In a quiet and haunted night.

The shadows of the two of them were like shuttles, wrapped around the residual leaves, broke through the cold wind, and instantly disappeared into sight.

When the dragon poured evil towards the bloody tree, a hint of silence passed through his eyes.

There was only one trace of blood on the trunk of the tree, which was apparently sealed in the throat with a sword, but no body.

And the dragon's evil eye corner, suddenly noticed the corner under the trunk of the tree, had a finger, as if it had been torn down by something.

Then he raised an arc at the corner of his mouth.

This little thing.

Always makes him so careless...

Stu Lan swept around his eyes and found the broken finger in the corner naturally.

At this point, the cabin patrol emerged from the corner.

“Who are you people? ”

One sip and a patrol guard walked forward.

The dragon with the black veil poured evil, with the easy-to-wear Stu Lan, but there was no panic. He stood there and looked at the guard of the patrol.

And when the patrol saw the dragon of the black veil pouring evil, it suddenly became clear that he was the prince of the scum dragon representing the samurai academy of the Divine King.

The other one, pretty eye-catching.

But this is the cadet's room, he is with Dragon Shin again, maybe also a cadet of Shenwang College.

“It turns out he is one of the representative cadets of the Divine King's Samurai Academy, Prince Dragon! What are you doing here so late? ”

But then the patrol guard suddenly swept into the trunk of the tree in the form of radioactive blood.

“What's with the blood?” The patrol guard looked at Dragon's Evil and Stu Lan, with that vigilance at the bottom of his eyes.

“Isn't it a little unusual to have blood?” The dragon glanced at the guard on patrol and slightly frowned.

“Blood's normal, isn't that normal?” The guard picked up half a finger on the floor and snorted.

“Isn't this normal? Why do I look at your fingers like I have one more? ”

The corner of the dragon's dark veil overflows with a bloodthirsty glow. Even through the black veil, it seems to be felt. Those eyes look creepy and weird.

Isn't he a loser?

However, the impending momentum at this time can never be the kind of waste that should be.

What the hell is going on?

Is it...

The guard's eyes flashed with fear, watched the dragon pour evil, his fingers trembled slightly, and half his fingers fell to the ground, “I... I saw nothing. ”

The dragon poured a slight angle of evil, “In this extraordinary period, intelligent people will choose this answer. ”

The guard nodded stunned and the stiff figure quickly disappeared like an arrow in front of both of them.

“Your woman seems to be messing with you again.” Stu Lan smiled gently and his eyes swept over helplessly.

“I'll go first. ”

Without waiting for Stu Lan to say anything, the dragon cast a white figure and disappeared like a meteor.

Stuart Lan squinted his eyes and pondered what, leaving after a long time.

“Fifth! ”

Under the moonlight stars, the cloud dance looked at the body of the black robe lying beneath him, with a bloody smile at the corner of his mouth.

Blood flows out of the black robe's chest, reflected in the moonlight, into the cloud-dancing eyes, making the bloodthirsty eyes even more shady and creepy.

“Who sent you?” Behind me, a low magnetic sound sounded.

The cloud dancer looked back at the dragon and shook his head slightly. “His mouth was hard and he couldn't ask. ”

After dragons left today, she wanted to rest, but found someone lurking on her roof and killed her all the way here.

I was trying to keep two alive, keep asking questions.

But I didn't expect to end up with all five killed...

The dragon poured slightly at the corner of his evil mouth, seemed helpless, "Kill and kill, the ink and night ice appeared, nobody else matters. ”

The cloud dance microjaw head, she's just a little strange. If these people weren't sent by Ink Night Ice, who the hell sent them?

Is it true they've always had the Gate of Beasts around them?

Could it be…

Asahi Yangdong Sheng, the sun is a layer of hazy beauty for Niue Taiwan.

Today is the start of the Troika, and the outskirts of the ring are difficult to watch.

And the people in the ring are here.

The emperors of the three kingdoms and the ministers of the princes, as well as the contestants, are in place.

Wind 7 swept around and found all the contestants arrived. White eyebrows flashed.

“I announce that the game begins! First match, Dragon Sky Samurai Academy against the Emperor Shu Samurai Academy! ”

As Wind 7's old voice fell, the players of the two colleges walked to the stage together.

The two groups of colleges just came on stage, and there was a boiling whistle beneath the ring, and it was so much happier than coming on stage.

There's some curiosity about cloud dance. Why do other colleges have students to help them, and only six of them are here?

Are you afraid of losing?

Or are you afraid of winning too much?

However, it is also the old man of the inner college who felt like losing three times in a row, and he didn't have the face to help.

Of course, these are cloud dance psychology's own assumptions.

As for whether or not, she wasn't very interested.

After a lazy glance at the ring, the clouds glanced slightly, and the eyes appeared hazy and sleepy.

Last night I was tortured by those black robes in the middle of the night, I didn't sleep much, today I can make up for the missing sleep.

The game was out of her mind, and she wasn't in the mood to watch the results.

The sky and a second before the battle, he also looked back at the cloud dance, hoping to see the eyes of the cloud dance interested in them, or even the excited deity.

As a result, they almost dropped their chin...

The cloud dance is sleeping there...