Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

Dragons lift their eyes slightly, and the colour of bloodthirsty underneath their eyes is more obvious.

Just in time, the more people he likes, the bigger the move, the more excited he gets!

Though he had intended to destroy the Thunder Flood Gate and make it known to his superiors, he has now changed his mind and is more interested in the selection of strength in ten days' time.

The leading man walked to Liao Zhongtian and took a rest under a tree. "Master, are you all right? ”

Liao Zhongtian shook his head slightly, staring at the evil dragon like a smile, and the killing moments rose around him.

“Kill him! ”

Slaughter Mo stood up and glanced at the dragon's evil glance. A pair of creepy eyes were extremely complicated, some light and some helpless.

“Ah…” screamed again, Liao Zhongtian's only healthy arm, out of a bright dagger.

Blood flowed directly, smoothly descended, slaughtered the ink bottom of the eyes and spinning, kneeling down to help Liao Zhongtian seal the meridians, pulling the dagger off his limbs.

“If you dare to come to the Thunderstorm Gate, why do you dare not show your face?” On a cold morning's eve, the black robe of Mugger Mugger's slaughter did not fit in.

The dragon smiled in the corner of his evil mouth, but his miserable white face did not soften a bit. “You don't deserve to see who I really am. ”

When the voice dropped, more than a dozen people in black instantly came to slaughter the ink, and that strange and charming feeling impacted the surrounding atmosphere.

Slightly picking the inky eyes, a dozen black-clothed men suddenly jumped, but disappeared into the air in the next second.

The smell became a little weird and the air was a little depressing.

Blinking Kung Fu, the black-clothed men appeared once again around the dragons, and they did not belong to the killing intentions of the moment, except for the cold.

Dragons pour the dark currents of evil underneath their eyes and evil is cold.

On that day, a large number of horses arrived again, only to make the funerals of his men, the blood of the Thunder Flood Gate was infested and bloody everywhere.

The news boiled over the course of the day.

They're saying that a mystery man washes the floodgates with blood and can still leave without a scratch.

The news came out, along with the gold list of Thunder Flood Gate, gathered good men, and all roads were more curious, so the horses came quickly with whips.

Naturally, these include Cangyun Castle and the Green Town of Jia Fu.

Seven days later, more than half of those who were able to participate in this strength selection have arrived, and Liao Zhongtian's injuries have been healed, but now he just needs to sit in a wheelchair.

A wretched thunderstorm restored the scene of the past, but it still smelled like the day's killing.

And for convenience, the boundaries over the sky have been removed, the strange feeling has disappeared, and Bi Wu Dai is located at the gold and silver bronze table outside the Thunder Flood Gate.

Ten days later.

Today, Jian Yunbao and Jia Qingchun of the Jia Fu are here, and there are some people dressed as strangers. Some things are dark and some breath is pure.

Until noon, the people and horses had gathered, sitting in the courtyard of the Thunder Flood Gate, bustling with bustling bustling bustling, old friends who had not seen each road for a long time, gathered together, they were all warm in the shadows and shadows of the sun.

In the crowd, a man with a white veil sits in a remote corner, and although his position is invisible, it always attracts the gaze of others.

He lifted the cup gently and sipped, revealing elegance between his acts, wrapped in white clothes from time to time, with a clean and indifferent feeling.

“Mind if I sit down? ”

With a crisp voice, Nangong Yi raised her eyes slightly, glanced at the person and nodded slightly.

“How come you're alone?” Jane Yu looked somewhat confused at Nangong Yi, especially more curious about the way he looked under his white veil.

Nangong Yi dropped her teacup and her warm voice said: “Friends are not here yet. ”

“So that's it.” Jane laughed and lost a little bit of her speech. "Don't know if we can be friends? ”

Nangong Yi under the white veil, listening to her words, her lips slightly raised a smile, a strange and ironic smile.

Though Jane can't clearly see his smile, she can feel him laughing. The feeling of that smile makes her feel uncomfortable.

“What are you laughing at?” Jane's delicate eyebrows twisted with a hint of anger.

“Is that what a girl says to every stranger?” Nangong Yi's voice was indifferently cold, picked up the teacup, and her eyes were clear.

“What the hell do you mean?” Jane's voice was sharp and angry.

“Pfft...” The sound of broken porcelain.

Jane Yu was stiff and suddenly held the cup's hand, the crisp cracking sound was coming from her hand, and her hand, at this moment, was in hot pain.

“I mean, don't you know if you're satisfied?” Nangong Yi sounds like a spring breeze, but it's cool and indifferent.

The white clothes floated and he left.

At that moment, the teacup in Jane Yo's hand instantly collapsed and the residue continued to slide, while her hand had three slight cracks, and when the wound was too much, the blood began to spill out after he left.

Jane looked at Nangong Yi's back and her eyes were stiff for a moment.

A man who is so gentle and pure, who does things with such abrupt determination, seems to have some resentment between them.

Have they met? Is there a gap?

Apparently they haven't, but where does his attitude toward her come from?

Consistent style?

Jane laughed so hard that she wanted him to do things for her, but she came to this blood lesson, but when will she be taught? Remember that first.

In the crowd, an evil pair of eyes had always smiled and looked at the two. His posture was lazy and wanton, but he left after Nangong Yi left.

After Liao Zhongtian received everyone, everyone gathered around the ring except for the Thunder Hung Gate.

In the inn not far from the ring, the figure of Nangong Yi appeared and walked straight into the lobby on the second floor.

In the lobby, there is only one woman with a black veil in her head sitting in front of the window, and that position is where you can clearly see around the ring.

“The time has come, a lot.” Nangong Yi sits across from the woman in a warm cold lane.

The woman sniffed her eyes slightly and did not answer, but the cool breath around her became more sharp with his words.

“What are you going to do?” Nangong Yi picked up the tea calf on the table and looked around, but the bottom of her eyes was heavy contemplation.

Women sneer, like sandpaper rubbing their voices sand dumb: “A nest! ”

Nangong Yi smiled, “Do you still want to cook? ”

“Think about it and do a good thing for your dog.” The woman's lips swept away a bloodthirsty smile.

The woman swept her eyes around the ring and paused on a man in a white robe.

After a moment, she calmly retracted her gaze, but deep down her eyes were no longer calm.