Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

Then he looked at the dragon, his palms surrounded by a black atmosphere, and instantly poured evil on the dragon.

In the moonlight, the black figure came in blank, but in the next second it seemed to have been hit, folded straight back, disappeared under the moon sky.

A slight, slight, slight movement came from behind.

At a moment when the dragon's evil eyes turned back, a black ghost swept in front of him and attacked him toward a figure still lying calmly in the distance.

That hit, there was a landslide, definitely enough to crush the bones.

10m, 5m, 3m, 1m...

Under the sharp palm wind, the blue silk trembled violently. Some of the sharp bones swept past the face, just half a metre from the heart position. The palms of the fine bones suddenly stopped, and a heavy sword separated the two.

In a stiff second, the Black Robe retreats uncontrollably.

Tree breaking, stone crushing, bone cracking, followed by screaming.

The cloud dance opened its eyes slightly and watched the dragon standing beside it pour evil. The Phantom: “It's late. ”

She mentioned her heart in half, so she took the risk...

Dragons pour their thin lips, presenting a gentle curve under the moonlight, “Don't worry about anything if you have a husband. ”

He had already discovered that he was not going to show up, that he was not going to see it, and that if he was going to show up, he might consider letting him breathe.

But now, his life is thin, until tonight.

Cloud dance lazily closed his eyes again and said to him, "narcissistic. ”

But the slightly raised corner of her mouth did not escape his eyes, and that shallow smile was more intoxicating than ever, like a dream, intoxicating.

In the distance, the shadow of black has climbed, the robe is broken, the skin scars are innumerable and unbearable.

Looking at the figure slowly walking in the night, step by step like a god, acting like a demon, but surrounded by breath like death.

In the early days of Wuzong, he was already hit by the Gate of the Beasts, but he was forced to scale himself by a blow he had not yet taken. How deep is his strength?

Or are these people, who used to be played with applause, now a non-negligible opponent?

“Are you here for something, too?” The dragon looks across the street and fades into the hydrostatic.

The old man gave it to the woman!

“Where is it? ”

“Here.”

A crisp, lazy voice came from behind, immediately after something was thrown over, the black man wanted to rob it, just a step, the thing had been taken by the dragon to nothing.

“Give me something!” The man in the black glanced and shouted low.

“Do you still have the right to ask me for something?” The dragon smiled dangerously, lazily swinging the brocade in his hand.

The Black Robe had nothing to say about it.

“The two of you have been the object of the greatest pursuit by the Gate of Beasts. Give me the box. Maybe next time I can spare your lives. ”

The power of the Beast Gate, they all know, has a great chance of putting them in danger, a death medal in their hands, they must be moving, he thinks.

“That's what I'm afraid of.” The dragon smiles evil, plays with the champagne box, the next second a bright dagger suddenly appears, with the silver ray of the forest cold, it's chilly, "so I say, will I give you that chance? ”

Speaking, the black robe glanced at her eyes. The white eyeballs were instantly filled with red blood, and her eyes were incredible, “You...”

“Boom." He fell to the floor, and the black robe held the dagger in his chest, his eyes ticked straight and unresponsive.

Dragons poured their thin lips slightly, smiled thinly, and turned to the cloud dance.

The woman who hurt him has no choice but to die, and not to have that idea.

“Little things, problems solved.” The dragon smiled and laid down with a cloud dance, salvaging her into her arms.

“Why kill him? It's bloody bloody.” The cloud dance glanced at him with a hint of grudge, but there was no grudge in his eyes, some just cold.

“He tried to kill you, I killed him, fair.” The dragon poured the evil golden eye and raised an arc, charming as a sheath, sending a glamorous eye to the person in his arms.

Cloud dance whispered to him, looking away at him, pushing him away to stand up, “Solving him solves a lot of problems, or it's okay. ”

She's saying he's trying to solve a problem.

Of course, she knew very well that he was not a troublemaker, for more reasons than he said, but she could not think that the guy was a scourge, a scourge that she could not escape until the sky was falling apart.

Watching her leave the shadow, the dragon shook her head helplessly, killing a man just to solve future problems, little things, where you are, trouble for your husband any time, don't you care about this one?

And of course he knows that this little thing has a heart attack. Why have you been with him so long, or so cold?

Looks like he still needs a good tutoring.

The distant sky gray, a slow rise of sparkling summer, the noisy night, the moment is completely quiet, only the birds cheering and the flowering breeze.

After the morning, several cloud dancers left the inn to head to the Wooden Capital.

At the time of the procession, the charming boss's wife wanted to give a whistle to the cloud dancer, but was refused by the prayer night. He also saw that the woman and prayer night were somewhat festive, but left without asking much questions.

Intuition told her they'd see each other again in the future.

After leaving the inn, Jin Ling arrived in the wooden capital for almost three hours, and it was already noon on the edge of the wooden capital.

“This must be it, right? ”

In the distance, mountainous peaks, green trees, fresh surrounding the wood, are definitely a place where the air is fresh and pleasant to swim in.

“Wooden boundaries… the last word is smashed by something, can't see clearly, it should look like one word.” Mumbai looked at the stone tablet not far away, somewhat depressed.

The distant stone tablet, with the color of the tree, should look like a spiritual stone, but the lowest word was smashed into the recess by something, can't see clearly.

The cloud dance is slightly frowned upon. It's also a big family. The doorway was smashed. Isn't it a little strange?

“Go inside and take a look.” Stuart also found it strange.

Cloud-dancing microjaw head, another doubt appeared in the mind.

Dragon cloth has boundaries, there are special guards, there is only one junction, and the Phoenix have red flame desert surrounding is an excellent defense, why is this wooden capital not defended or protected?

Is it too rampant or something?