Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

The jungle restored its usual tranquillity, dragged its weak and powerless body, looked at the five spiritual beasts beside it, removed their spiritual dans and disappeared into the jungle.

The superior officer looked at the dragon's evil figure and his eyes were cold.

Did he just give up?

The night sky was as bright as ever, but much cooler than ever.

“Are you sure you don't want to go?” The superior officer glanced at the dragon and his eyes were extremely cold.

The dragon sat on a stone stool with a pot of wine in his hand, deep in his eyes, very calm and unpredictable.

When he heard from his superior officer, he suddenly drank a sip of wine and entered his lungs intensely, some hot, but far less than the heart that beat the cloud dance.

The moment has stopped cold.

He stood up and shook his head halfway. The white wolf's phantom appeared, and a plunder vanished into the night.

“Shit. ”

The superior officer roared furiously and again headed towards the jungle sky, and the night returned to calm.

Dragons look evil at the shadow of their superiors leaving. Golden eyes are dark and lips are tight.

Little things, what you want to do, even if your heart is torn apart, your husband will help you!

The next day.

Early in the morning, the floodgates descended into an atmosphere of repression.

“Did you find someone? ”

“Not yet. ”

“Find her, dead or alive!” Liao Zhongtian's roar creeped and scared away a large group of birds who came out to feed.

“Master, she fell into the sewer and should have melted into water.” Thirteen baths with a cold voice owe slightly to the body.

“Then dig three feet and bring me back water! ”

The 13th Defense God was cold and silent for a moment: "Yes. ”

“Also put up a gold list, gather the samurai, ten days later Thunder Flood Gate will conduct a strength selection, the winner will get a spiritual beast Lingdan. ”

Thirteen Wei stunned for a moment, "Yes. ”

After leaving the Thunder Flood Gate, the 13th Battalion looked back at the Thunder Flood Gate and thought.

Why is there a strength contest at the right end? Not only the Golden List of Thunderstorm Gates, but the winner can also get a Lindane, what a temptation!

It's a head-on game.

After all, he watched the woman get struck by lightning and tried to come up, but instead fell in. Before the ground was sewn up, he was sure she hadn't come up.

If it didn't turn into water, it wouldn't be human, would it?

If I had pulled her, I wouldn't have had to dig three feet to find her body now. Thirteen Wei laughed sarcastically and swept towards the jungle.

Returning his extremely angry gaze, Liao sighed, lifted his step and left. He sighed and stabbed a dagger in front of him with a clear cold.

Liao Zhongtian brushed his foot, his powerful eyes suddenly shocked and turned to look behind him.

“Who?”

“Don't mind me, I just slipped by. ”

On the rooftop, an extremely bright figure appeared, white gown bloodstained, bloodthirsty orangutan glow in the dazzling morning, thin lips delineating an evil smile.

Liao Zhongtian looked at the dragon pouring evil and glanced over his eyes. "What brings you to my Thunder Flood Gate? ”

At this moment, the dragon poured evil easily, and Liao Zhongtian did not recognize the dragon poured evil.

“Didn't I say I was just passing by, didn't you want to leave? Please." Dragons pour evil golden eyes and make a gesture of please.

Liao Zhongtian's face darkened, passing through the doorway of the Thunder Hong Gate can still be said, he is now inside the Thunder Hong Gate!

Do you really think he's ignorant?

During the period of reflection, Liao Zhongtian did not speak, but slightly deliberately condensed the dragon into evil and turned away again.

“…" The dagger of Qing Mang struck again, coincidentally piercing Liao Zhongtian's legs.

Liao Zhongtian stopped abruptly and the chills erupted around him.

“Did you mean to cross the Thunder Gate? ”

Watching the leisurely dragon pour evil, Liao Zhongtian drummed in his heart.

This man doesn't know how long he's been there, can easily sneak into the Thunderstorm Gate, and he and 13th Battalion haven't found anyone, his strength must be unpredictable.

People like that, try not to be enemies.

“Master Liao misunderstood me. If you leave, you can ignore me.” The dragon poured evil and played with the last dagger in his hand, his tone was calm.

Ignore him?

He could ignore him, but not the dagger in his hand.

Liao Zhongtian's eyes were sharp and looked at the last dagger in his hand. His face was cold and angry, but he never dared to move forward.

“If you don't want to go, then do as you wish and stay here forever...”

“Ah…”

Liao Zhongtian covered his bloody knees, painfully half kneeling on the ground, shocked the whole thunderbolt door when screaming.

A bright dagger on the cheekbone of the knee has been completely stained red by blood.

“What is the purpose of the Strength Selection Competition? ”

“This is the Thunder Gate! You are so bold... ah...”

Before the end of the conversation, the screams ripped and rang again. Liao Zhongtian knelt, pale face, the bean-like cold sweat instantly fell.

“Why are you following her? ”

“Take it for me… ah…” More thorough hissing and moaning followed.

Liao Zhongtian looked at the dagger on his arm, his eyes filled with blood silk, watched the dragon pour evil, full of incredible, that tough and strong body constantly trembling at this moment.

“What do you think the Thunder Gate is? ”

Liao Zhongtian's only good palm doubled. His strength in the middle of Wuzong suddenly rose, like a lightning bolt, instantly pouring evil at the dragon.

Dragon poured evil lip angle slightly yang, watched the fierce attack, did not hide at all, palms slightly raised, black haze shook out, compared to a black sharp blade, dense and numb impact on Wuzong medium-term power.

The two strong and fierce forces collided, and the aftermath splashed and was a mess.

On his knees, Liao Zhongtian, because he avoided slowly, was instantly knocked off by the afterwaves, bang, the black figure broke out of the wall and finally stopped.

“Wow.” The sound of the broken bricks fell.

Liao Zhongtian tried his best to find himself in the turbulence. His face, like white paper, was twisted and even creepy.

In the face of the aftermath, the dragon poured evil without any hiding and defense, and on the white gown, many fresh bloodstains were leached.

A spot of blood, like a blossoming blossom in the winter, stubborn and arrogant.

Just like cloud dance.

He looked down at the bloodstains on his body, his eyes were complex and his mouth curved with evil.

At this time, the hurried footsteps behind the Thunder Flood Gate sounded like more than a dozen people, soon more than a dozen people in black appeared in the dragon dumping evil sight.

The lead is a strange man in black, the only thing that stands out is the iron right hand, which, in the baptism of the sun, still shines in the light of the cold.