Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

The man she fell in love with must have belonged to her!

In the second floor corner of the inn, the atmosphere is a bit weird and depressing.

“This woman, she's annoying.” The frozen voices swept past and instantly condensed the air around them.

“It's not just you.” Nangong Yi looked at Jane Yong, her calm eyes rarely worried.

“I need a reason to do it. ”

She always wanted to destroy the nasty things she saw, but every time she forced herself to find a reason to say it.

“For her to come to the upper realm, so willing to watch?” Another black figure turned to Nangong Yi, and his hoarse voice sounded like a scratch.

It is said that Nangong Yi's face changed slightly, then her thin lips flashed helplessly.

In the spacious lobby, the quiet wonder, apart from the occasional noise at the ring stage, can only hear a few indifferent breaths.

A dark shadow swept past the ground, causing an extremely cold airflow, like a frost.

“Where are you going? ”

“Hand itching, need to find some anti itching to beat up. ”

Speaking of which, the black figure has completely disappeared, as if it had never existed.

“You guys look alike.” Feeling the cold in the air, Nangong Yi's lips flashed and mumbled.

“Like?” A slightly laughing hoarse voice came out, with a hint of abuse.

Like? Maybe something like that.

On the other hand, the race on the ring has begun in the heat of the day, everyone is fighting for face, show some hands in front of so many masters, maybe everyone is famous.

Liao Zhongtian kept looking at the ring, and the divine color at the bottom of his eyes watched the people who tried on the ring constantly change, as if they were plotting something.

Something suspicious happened. Liao Zhongtian sent someone to invite those who lost the match into the Thunder Hung Gate. Although not everyone who lost was invited to go in, it was too suspicious to ask those who lost to go in?

Shouldn't you be inviting the last winner?

Unfortunately, no one seems to have noticed this strange scene except the dragon.

Of course, those who are strange in themselves are not included, such as the Gate of the Beasts, or the Five Star Club!

At the end of the race, there was only one man left on the stage with post-Wuzong strength, when everyone thought he was the last winner.

A man in a black robe, with a black veil on his head, fell and walked across from the man.

She speaks for herself and challenges him!

When she landed on top of the ring, Liao Zhongtian's sharp eyes swept through a hint of suspicion and surprise. Apparently, the appearance of the woman in black surprised him.

Not only Liao Zhongtian, but those who smell strange seem to be unexpected.

“Who are you?” On the stage, late Wuzong men looked at black women coldly.

“The man who sent you off the stage.” The voice is cold and heartwarming.

The dragon looked at the woman on the stage with a slight tick in the lip.

This woman has a cooler breath than cloud dance. If cloud dance is as cool as ice, then she is as cold as ice.

The man sniffed and looked at the woman's eyes slightly flashed. The flash happened to fall in Liao Zhongtian's position. When Liao Zhongtian touched the glare, he lowered his head slightly.

In this scene, no one in attendance still noticed...

“In that case, please teach me! ”

With a sword in his hand, the man said, his sword flipped and his figure twisted, like a charm, when he stabbed the woman.

The woman did not hide at all, a gust of wind swept by, the black veil floated with the wind, and the cold face of the reaper was revealed in the eyes of all.

……

It's beautiful, it's cold...

That's a soft line, a little less than a perfect face.

Though it's just a blink of an eye, and people see it very vaguely, beauty and cold are the scenes that everyone sees.

How happy would it be to see that face clearly?

That's why she wore the veil all year round, and so far, there are only two people who have seen her live.

And those two are now leisurely sipping tea and watching the buzz.

“How many moves do you bet?” Nangong Yi looked at the woman across the street with a rare smile.

“Three moves. ”

“I'll bet. What if you lose? ”

“You win her, you lose her. ”

“ …… ”

“Bang.” On the stage, a bang rang four times.

At a time of surprise, the final result of the match was dust settled.

“Waste.”

The woman sounded the cold, glanced at the man under her feet, and then bounced the dust off the robe as if she had encountered something filthy.

One move... One move to defeat Wuzong's late strength?

How is that possible?

But the truth is right in front of us, that won the last man, and now it's like a piece of dead mud, lying on the stage in the middle of nowhere.

When Liao Zhongtian saw this scene, he had some dark eyes. He was surprised for a long time, and calm was restored after a long time.

“I announce that this woman has won her final victory, and tonight I, Thunder Flood Gate, specialize in cleaning the wind for her! ”

Although she appeared unexpectedly, the end result was good.

The strength of this woman is very much within reach, if it is for her own use, why not try it as a good result.

After the people greeted her, under the leadership of Liao Zhongtian, she entered the Thunder Flood Gate brightly and magnificently. Before walking, she blinked in the direction of the second floor of the inn, and then walked into the Thunder Flood Gate.

“Things are exactly as you speculated.” Nangong Yi smiled warmly and admired the cloud dance strategy a little more.

“The pot is ready, now it's time to slaughter the meat.” The cloud dance laughed coldly and the smile was as sharp as a blade.

“When are you going to see him?” Nangong Yi glanced at the last dragon to pour evil and lower his voice.

In the corner, the purple eyes reflected the white figure, the complexity, moments later.

“He must understand why I did it, and he will do what I say. ”

Nangong Yi froze a cloud dance, half-dropped his eyes, his voice cooler than usual, “Do you really know him that well? ”

She smiled and laughed extremely brilliantly.

“Who made him my man. ”

How could her man, the blackest and brightest guy in the world, not understand what she was thinking?

Nangong sniffed, his eyes smiled together, and his smile was cold and bitter.

“Oh yeah, I lost, you're hers now. ”

……

The night is coming and the silence of the night is still loud and doomed to another night of restlessness.

The backyard of the front yard of the Thunder Hongmen was bustling with bustling. All the assembled good men were drinking and eating meat. It was so unpleasant to play. None of them found that the top 10 contestants on the stage of the competition had never appeared since they were defeated.