Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

Not to mention the demonic power in her body and the power of the Fire Kirin without awakening. She dared not touch the good things in her space, and it was natural to improve her strength.

But the process must be worse than death. Perhaps life is still at stake.

Now that she has the secrets of this control, she can try them one by one according to the notes on the secrets.

Good stuff, what a good thing...

Jia Qingchun saw the cloud dance easily received the secret book, and a slight surprise appeared in his eyes.

He used a seven-point hand just now. The woman didn't hide at all. She took the hand without seeing her do it.

Who the hell is she?

“Thank you for your generosity, and your baby son will give it back to you! ”

In an instant, a hurricane burst, and the sound of cold arrogance had gone away.

Jia Qingchun's anger was like a beast. He twisted his anger. “If you can't bring their leader back, leave your leader behind! ”

For a moment, the shadows swung around, like the Shadow Ghost dancing towards the clouds and chased them in the direction they left.

By then, the three cloud dancers had arrived in the safe zone, and the three of them had hiked in the idle courtyard and were walking in the direction of the city.

“Five, can we not get into trouble?” The superior officer's eyes swept and the helpless divine colour passed.

The cloud dance glanced at him and said, "Am I in trouble? ”

The shadow instantly rose on the superior officer's clear face.

Is she in too much trouble?

They can get chased without any trouble. No trouble. What are they doing?

“Can you get this book for one night?” The superior officer took a look at her and felt even more helpless about her.

Cloud-dancing glances for a moment, then microjaw neck, “you can get it. ”

“...” the superior officer glanced at the monster's oblique cloud dance, half dissatisfied: “Why give people a chance to hunt you down? ”

“Why are you sneaking around when you can take it bright and big?” The cloud dance glanced at the superior officer with a slightly heavy lip angle.

Actually, she wanted to say why not pretend...

The superior officer sighed at himself. He finally understood one thing completely. Being with her, being hunted down or dying, was an excitement for playing with life.

This woman is naturally a troublemaker...

Then he looked at the dragon with a smile in his eyes and pulled his voice: “Do you think she's a troublemaker, too? ”

The dragon poured evil words into the corner of his mouth and pulled it apart indefinitely. The helplessness in his golden eyes appeared for a moment and immediately disappeared.

“You think I'm in trouble, too?” The cloud dance looked at the dragon, with a slight lip angle, with a small woman's delicate, pitiful inquiry.

At that moment, the superior officer looked at the attitude of the cloud-dancing little woman, her tongue was knotted, and her heart kept brainwashing to tell herself.

Look at the glasses, look at the glasses...

“Of course not. I feel like they're in trouble for my husband.” The dragon poured her evil mouth slightly and drowned branding her forehead with a kiss.

The cloud danced and looked up slightly at the superior officer. The soft and pitiful moment on his face was completely shadowed. Instead, he was cold and alienated.

“Sir, are you itchy? ”

The boss's mouth pounded and his eyes glanced at the dragon. Is there any bottom line for this guy?

The dragon poured evil and did not mind the look of killing. He was still comfortable and his mouth was still smiling.

As long as his woman is happy, what's the bottom line?

……

It is night, bright and cold, and the moonlight is cloudy, covering the whole of the city.

The moonlight appeared suddenly, and the breath became a little nervous.

“Should be here soon?” The cloud dance looked up at the luminous remnants of the moon, and the corners of the lips curved with demonic radiance under the moonlight.

“Where to entertain guests?” The dragon poured a slightly cooler, dull voice.

Cloud dance frowned slightly, her eyes swept past the strange, and after the idea of where to look for Xiaomu appeared in his mind, she had an answer in her subconscious mind.

This strange sensation made her a little confused.

For Xiao Mu, she always had a strange and subtle feeling that she could not say whether she was an enemy or friend.

“Go wait there. ”

The cloud dance glanced at the broken temple in front of it, which was the subconscious answer, and she wanted to see if the subconscious answer was right.

The dragon poured evil words, the evil glance glanced at the temple, and the slightly smiling lips had a dangerous smell.

Interesting!

They have the same feeling!

The three of them came to the broken temple. This broken temple is extremely desolate. In addition to a statue of Buddha, reeds are everywhere, ventilation is everywhere, dust can be seen on the broken gauze, occasionally a shady wind sweeps through it, dust enters the mouth, a mouthful of mud smell...

“Friend, are you here? ”

Just as the three of them toured the temple, a slightly eccentric voice rang.

The man appeared silently behind them, and the cloud danced the same second he heard the sound, like electric shock, all sweaty.

Looking back, it's the bush.

Barely hiding the anger in his heart, he said indifferently: "Man, I brought you this, should I say what I want to know? ”

Xiao Mu smiled strangely, his red eyes reflected the cloud dance, extremely shady and horrible.

“Friends are amazing. ”

I can't believe I let that person be counted, and let him follow along willingly.

“Little girl, you're counting me! ”

The next second, a dull but angry voice screamed in abruptly.

The moon is spotty.

The cloud-dancing lip angle pulled up a perfect curve and looked up at the top of the broken temple, "How did the three days itch? You don't have to be honored to be the first user. ”

“Give me the antidote, I can't stand it for a second.” The old man's voice shook and instantly appeared next to the cloud dance.

Under the moonlight, traces of scratching around his neck can be clearly seen, a red mark, some scratching blood silk.

The corner of the cloud dancer's mouth is slightly raised, but the bottom of his eyes is the color of the drama.

Three days of itching, as the name suggests, the middleman will be itchy for three days. The last day will be the most itchy, while the tens of thousands of ants will erode the pain.

It is arguably the perfect combination of itching and eventually not healing.

She only got a little of this stuff, enough for one person, now she sees it works so well, but she feels a little lost using it on him...

After tonight, the old man only itched for a day. It was so lame, you can imagine how much the rest of the two days would be better than dead!

“It's an antidote, you can't use your strength for a day after you take it, otherwise there's no cure, it tickles to death. ”

The cloud dance took out a medicine bottle from the space and threw it at the elderly. The elderly didn't even look at it and swallowed it.

The scar on his left half face was clearly visible at the moment he raised his head.

The cloud dance darkened and swept Xiaomu's eyes.

Fortunately, he got involved with the old man, so he saw the scar covered under his hair, otherwise he would have missed it for nothing.