Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

Remember [www.wuxiaspot.com] for one second, update fast, no pop-up window, free to read!

Chapter 753 is unfathomable

The jungle resumed the usual silence, and the dragon stalked the weak and weak body, looked at the five beasts beside them, took off their spirits, and disappeared into the jungle.

Shangguan looked at the dragon's figure, and his eyes were cold.

Did he give up? ——

The night sky is like a wash, as always clear, but it seems a lot colder than before.

"Do you really not go?" Shangguan smashed the dragon and looked at it, and his eyes were extremely cold.

The dragon fell on the stone bench and held a jug of wine in his hand. The depth of his eyes was extremely calm, and the calmness was unpredictable.

When he heard the words of Shangguan, he suddenly took a sip of wine and entered the lungs in a strong way. Some of them were hot, but they were far more than the heart of the cloud dance.

It has already stopped coldly at the moment.

He suddenly got up and shook his head, and the phantom of the white wolf screamed out, and a swept body disappeared into the night.

"Oh shit."

Shangguan was angry and once again went to the jungle and the night was calm again.

The dragon fell into evil and looked at the figure left by Shangguan. The golden scorpion was dull and the lips were tight.

Small things, what you want to do, even if you are heartbroken, the husband will help you!

The next day.

At the beginning of the morning, the flood gates were caught in a repressed atmosphere.

"Looking for someone?"

"not yet."

"Waste! Whether it is dead or alive, let her find out for her!" Liao Zhongtian's roar stunned and scared away a large group of birds that came out for food.

"The doorkeeper, she fell into the seams, and it should have melted into water." The icy icy thirteen guards owed a little.

"Then dig three feet, and bring it back to me!"

The thirteen guards looked cold and silent, saying: "Yes."

"In addition, the gold list is posted, and the warrior is called. After 10 days, the flood gate is selected for strength. The winner can get a spirited spirit."

The thirteen defenders slammed for a moment, "Yes"

After leaving the flood gate, the 13th guard looked back at the flood gate and meditated.

Why do you want to hold a strength trial? Not only the Hongmen Gold List, but the winner can also get a panacea, what a big temptation!

It is a game that looks good.

On the other hand, he watched the woman being smashed into the ground by the Thunder, and wanted to come up, but instead fell in. Before the ground was stitched, he determined that she did not come up.

Even if it doesn't turn into water, shouldn't it be adult?

If she was pulled at the time, she wouldn’t have to dig her feet to find her body. The 13th singer smiled and plundered the jungle.

Taking back the raging gaze, Liao Chongtian sighed and turned and walked away, snoring, and a dagger with a clear and cold man, stabbed into the land in front of him.

Liao Chongtian's footsteps brushed, and the sharp eyes were instantly shocked, turning and looking behind him.

"who?"

"Don't mind, accidentally passing by, slipping your hand."

On the roof, a very dazzling figure appeared, the white robes were bloody, and in the misty morning, the bloodthirsty scarlet light was shining, and the thin lips outlined a smile of evil charm.

Liao Chongtian looked at the dragon and turned the evil spirits, and a trace of strangeness passed over the eyes. "Where are you coming to visit Hongmen?"

At this moment, the dragon is easy to change, and Liao Chongtian does not recognize the dragon.

"Don't you say it, pass by, you are not leaving? Please." The dragon slammed the evil spirits and made a gesture of please.

Liao Chongtian’s face was dark, passing by the gate of the flood gate, he was still right, he is now inside the flood gate!

Really regard him as ignorance?

In the thought room, Liao Chongtian did not speak, but only slightly deepened the dragon's evil spirits, turned and left again.

"Oh..." Qing Mang’s dagger came out again, and he happened to pierce Liao’s trousers.

Liao Chongtian suddenly stopped, and the chill around him broke out.

"Are you deliberately and slamming Hongmen?"

Looking at the leisurely dragons, Liao Zhongtian played a drum in his heart.

This person does not know how long he has been staying there. He can easily sneak into the flood gates, and the people who have not been found by him and the 13th guards must be unfathomable.

Such people still try not to be enemies.

"Liaomen's master misunderstood me. You are leaving you. I can ignore it." The dragon pours the last dagger in this hand, and the tone is flat.

Ignore him?

He can ignore him, but can't ignore the bright dagger in his hands.

Liao Zhongtian’s eyes were sharp and he looked at the last dagger in his hand, his face was cold and angry, but he never dared to move forward.

"Let you go, you don't go, then with your wishes, stay here forever..."

"what……"

Liao Chongtian glared at the **** knees, and the painful half squatted on the ground. When the screams screamed, he stunned the entire flood gate.

On the knees and cheekbones, a bright and sharp dagger was inserted, which was completely stained with blood into a bright red.

"What is the purpose of the strength selection competition?"

"This is Dahongmen! You are daring...ah..."

The words have not finished, the screams rip again, and Liao Chongtian knees on his knees, his face pale, and the cold sweat of the beans falls instantly.

"Why track her?"

"Give me a ...... ah..." More squeaky voices.

Liao Chongtian looked at the dagger on his arm, and the bloodshot eyes looked at the dragon and the evil spirits. It was full of incredulity, and the strong body continued to tremble at this moment.

"Where is your Hongmen?"

Liao Chongtian’s only healthy palm has been raised, and the strength of Wu Zong’s mid-term has risen like a lightning bolt.

The dragon smashed the evil lips, and looked at the powerful attack. He did not dodge at all. The palm of his hand was slightly lifted, and the black mist shook out. He compared the power of Wu Zong's medium-term impact on the black blade.

The strength of the two powerful and powerful sides touched each other.

Liao Longtian, who was lying on the ground, was slammed into the air because of the slowness of the escape. He slammed into the wall and finally stopped.

"Oh la la la." The broken bricks slammed down.

Liao Chongtian tried his best to find out in the chaotic tile. The white face was so distorted that it was terrible.

In the face of the aftermath, the dragon dumped evil did not hide and defend, and the white robes loomed a lot of fresh blood.

A blood everywhere, like a **** plum blossom in the harsh winter, glamorous and reluctant.

Just like a cloud dance.

He stared at the blood on his body, his eyes were complex, and his mouth was outlined with a enchanting arc.

At this time, a rush of footsteps sounded behind the flood gates. It sounded like more than a dozen people. In a short while, a dozen black people appeared in the sight of the dragon.

The leader is a man with a black dress. The only thing that attracts attention is the iron right hand. Under the baptism of the sun, there is still a clear cold.