Way of Choices

These masters are either from the military, or from the Tianji Pavilion, or from the officials of the Qing Dynasty. I don’t know how many life and death scenes have been experienced and how many tragic pictures have been seen. Logically, no matter how terrible the scenes will not make them palpitate. The girl in black just licked the blood at the corners of her lips, which made them feel terrified.

Some unwilling people even tremble. Because this fear has gone beyond the scope of experience and reason, from the deepest part of their souls, as if they were imprinted on the starry sky thousands of years before they were born.

The girl in black stood in the snow with her bare feet and an iron chain dragged between her ankles. It looked like a prisoner. It was very pitiful, but at this time, everyone in the alley I couldn't even notice these details. The strength and the eyes that she had shown had frozen into ice.

In the pair of glazed eyes, whether it is madness or restlessness, recollection or cowardice, after the rain and the flesh of the sky, everything becomes indifferent.

It was even indifferent to death.

This is terrible. Who is she?

Many people have noticed that the girl in black has a pair of magical vertical pupils. Is it a hidden monster? So what does it have to do with Baidi City?

Some people subconsciously looked at the snow somewhere in the middle of Baihua Alley, and Xiaode, the strongest generation of the demon race, is now there.

When people saw Xiaode, they were taken aback again.

Xiao De was very weird at this time, as if he had a serious illness and his face was pale, even in the cold and deep winter season, he kept sweating. Numerous heat mists scattered from his hair and leather robe into the night sky, still unable to hide the horror and fear in his eyes.

As a general of the demon clan and a strong leader, Xiao De is of course confident. Even in the face of Wang Po, who has never been defeated and desperate, he will never be afraid of being like this... Only when he encountered the incarnation on the bank of Hanshanjian A middle-aged scholar's devil, he had a similar reaction!

Seeing this scene, people were shocked and shouted that question again in their hearts.

Who is she?

Everyone looked at the black girl in the alley with fright.

At this time, another accident happened.

The girl in black suddenly bent down and started vomiting.

She kept vomiting, seeming to feel comfortable after vomiting everything out of her body.

I don't know how long it took. She looked better and straightened up.

But when she saw a wolf on the snow, two little blushes and irritations appeared on the snowy white face.

She started stomping constantly, complaining at the same time, black hair fluttering, looking like a little girl who was stimulated or aggrieved, very angry.

The snow-white barefoot kept falling on the snow, and the iron chain kept ringing.

Boom!

The alleyway seemed to be thundering, the snow shaking, the world restless, the cold air squeezed desperately, and then fled to the distance.

An unimaginably powerful breath appeared, tearing everything along with her movements. Whether it is the softest snow or the hardest bluestone, no matter the new layout just before the eve or the old wall that has been repaired for 300 years in Baihua Lane South, under this terrifying atmosphere, it has become the most Fine fragments.

The court masters hidden in the night and the wind and snow, wherever they dare to stay, were forced to come out, flying like arrows, towards the distance.

For a time, outside the National College of Education was full of broken voices and horrified shouts.

I don't know how long it took. The girl in black stopped stomping and stood with her head down, her chest slightly swelled.

The snow at the entrance of the alley disappeared, and the dirt that had previously vomited on the snow did not know where to go, only the ground.

More than ten deep cracks appeared on the ground, and hot air was generated from inside.

Through this vent, she calmed down, no longer as angry as before, but just looked at the blood on her hand and body, and the anger in the eerie vertical pupil again.

This time she didn't wait for any movements from her, and the court masters broke through the air again, avoiding flying out of Kyoto immediately.

Even the strong Chinese nationalists in the remote lane subconsciously stepped back dozens of feet.

Fortunately, she did not become mad again, and remained calm.

She glanced at the dirty blood on her body, which was frozen into a frost by the extreme cold, and then fell down.

This picture seems simple, but in the eyes of those monks who gather in the starry night, it seems to be a miracle.

How much quantity and purity of Xinghuizhenyuan is needed to reduce the temperature to this level in such a short time?

Even if the powerful sacred realm at this level of Bafangfengyu could do this, who would waste so much Xinghuizhenyuan just to make themselves cleaner?

Looking at this scene, people were shocked again and shouted that question again in their hearts.

Who is she?

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The girl in black doesn't know what people are thinking or cares about.

She walked towards the alley, and the iron chain between her ankles dragged on the ground, making a crisp and clear sound, and then turned into a loud muffled noise.

The teahouse that once accompanied the rise and fall of the National College of Education and watched many battles of martial arts in various schools collapsed. The collapsed teahouse failed to splash any dust, because countless wind and snow screamed down from the sky and covered it with a thick layer in the shortest time, covering the gravel and smoke and dust underneath.

She moved forward against the wind and snow, and the snow and snow evaded herself.

As the purest, noblest, and probably the only surviving black frost dragon in the bloodline, Feng Xueben is her subject.

After climbing out of the abandoned well, she didn't know where to go, so she came to the National College of Education.

Of course, that is also because before the pot of green leaves pulled the iron chain from the stone wall, she gave her promise.

From Beixinqiao all the way to the wind and snow, she never felt cold, but felt that her cheeks were slightly hot.

Because the feeling of freedom is really good, it may be because she is about to see him, as a free identity.

But when she was about to walk to Baihua Alley, she felt uneasy and afraid because she felt that many people were hidden in the night.

Those people are considered strong in the human race. Although they are not enough to threaten her, they can already cause some trouble.

But her anxiety and fear had nothing to do with it, she was just... afraid of many people.

Many and many years ago, she came to this strange continent from the warm ocean of the South to find her father, and was once surrounded by many people.

She didn't like the crowd around like ants, which made her a little disgusted and made her a little uneasy.

She thinks that the explanation given by Chen Changsheng is quite correct. This is called intensive phobia.

She doesn't like whether flying in the sky or walking on the ground, there will always be so many people pointing at her shouting, shouting, crying.

She didn't understand that she didn't do anything. Why should these humans cry?

Fear of being weak? Do you feel sorry for being strong?

She thought so.

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(The voting in the WeChat public account is far more intense than I imagined. I thought that squeaking would lead far away. I didn’t expect the other two to have so many supporters. They are almost 10,000 votes. The gap is still between 100 votes. And because of this, today this chapter has to use "her" all the time, even the chapter name, ha ha. Today will end at zero, the name of the little black dragon completely listens to everyone.)

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