MTL - The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful-Chapter 86 Headless Sea (2)
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Wen Xuechen looked at his face and smiled ironically: "Go to Fenglingshan and wait. He will come. However, if Meng Zhongguang comes with him, you should be careful."
"Meng Zhongguang?" Hearing this name, Jiuzhi Deng turned pale, but his eyes also contained irony. "I understand him and understand my brother. Meng Zhongguang will never allow the brothers to come, and the brothers will come." Therefore, they will never come back at the same time."
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The night of Fengling is as quiet as it is, the muse is low, and the cockroaches provoke the ear to itchy, and the sound is safe, as if the world died and destroyed, they are not doing anything.
At the southwest gate, two magic disciples were holding their guns at the door. When they were chatting about gossip, one of them suddenly snorted and felt that there was some itch between the necks, and they reached out to scratch.
He just raised his hand, and the opposite person rounded his eyes and stared at him, his eyes showing a terrible color.
He wanted to ask the companion what he saw, but the screams from his throat were not human voices, but the sticky splashes of blood.
- A folding fan flashed across the air, broke into his neck, and fanned another person's throat before flying back to the darkness of the trees.
In the dark, a young man with a smocked sash, the right hand is hidden between the sleeves of the wind that is swaying like a wave. The folding fan that has been picked up by the left hand has turned into a sharp front, and he is holding it by his back. Behind him.
The blood on the sword was not dry, and the round blood beads slowly fell down the sword.
Xu Xun did not send a word, took out the dark place on his own and went to the mountain gate.
The muse stopped suddenly, and the wind was quiet.
He doesn't need to pass the biography, and he doesn't need to scream for war.
The spread of the body of the Yuan Yingying is like a black cloud in the city, and the whole Fengling Mountain is silently shrouded, and the signal is only meaningful:
- Let the nine lights come out.
