Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

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Chapter 542 belongs to him only

The dragon sneaked at the sneer of the corner of the cloud dance, and the smile in the evil scorpion emerged. This is his woman, and he has the same bloodthirsty nature.

Only they can understand each other's thoughts, in order to understand each other's pain, so who else is more suitable for them than the other.

Some of the darker faces of the black people burst into the blue veins, and the blood vessels were clearly visible, as if they would burst in the next second.

"Go and ask the king!"

Daddy, the black man jumped up in a volley, pulling the sword from his waist, a long sword with black light, and the seventh-order vindictiveness hit the clouds.

In the clouds and dances, there was a cold and cold light. It was clear that there was a black flame sword on the top of her head that hit her, but she did not look at it. There was no meaning to hide.

Qing order talent, seventh-order warrior.

This strength is not bad, but the person who can enter the magical forest inside the college, it is impossible to rely on this strength, so she concluded! There must be people behind him, and that person is in this forest.

The smile of the cloud dance mouth is condensed, but it makes people look ruthless.

Since the person is not willing to show up, she does not mind helping him to show up!

The dragon swayed the black flame that swelled around the volley sword, and a deep meditation passed through the bottom of the scorpion.

Just as the long sword was going to pierce the cloud dance, the black man’s mouth was bitterly exposed with a brutal murderous murder, and the eyes glared with pride.

"嘭"

With a muffled sound, the earth made a dull roar, and the whole forest was shaken by three earthquakes. The dust was flying and the leaves were flying. It seemed that even the air had condensed for a moment.

After everything was restored to calm, the purple figure was still standing in the dark sky, and the mouth of the mouth looked at the dragon in the distance with a smile.

She radiated her own light, cold and pure, and there was a warmth in her bloodthirsty eyes, because she was looking at him, and the strong killings faded in the blink of an eye. She has regained her past indifference.

The man in black was on the ground, motionless, and surrounded by a pit like a ground. The pit was five meters long and the big one was amazing.

The black man’s nest is in the middle of the big pit, and this moment seems so small.

The black man's finger was slightly moved, and the red-eyed scorpion was shocked. He was a seven-order warrior. He tried his best to win it and was defeated by only one hit!

It seems that even the strength of climbing is gone. Is the strength of this woman really as bad as the master said?

"Who is your master? I don't want to ask the third time." Yunwu walked down the big pit, the mud in the big pit was floating, dyed her purple clothes, but could not dye the coldness of her body.

The black man looked up at the condescending cloud dance and was shocked by her serious coldness.

This……

This gesture, this look, the smell of death in the body, the chilling Senran, is exactly the same as the master!

"master……"

The black man’s eyes were so confused, and he looked at the cloud dance without knowing it.

Hey!

The cloud dance was awkward, and the killing of the body suddenly subsided. The cold scorpions swept a trace of doubt.

When did she receive a follow-up?

......

The clouds danced with a pair of sly eyes, and a pair of deep scorpions glared at the black man underneath. The eyes were complicated and turned, and then a cold face said, "Is your master a me?"

After listening to the black man, he was a little surprised, and the eyes of the surprised and fearful eyes stared at her for a moment. Then the eyebrows were low, and some of them disliked the cloud dance, and said coldly, "No!"

The cloud suddenly turned black, and one kicked the black man to the other side of the pit. The dust suddenly flew again. Her cold step by step went to the black man again, and looked at him coldly. "Not you screaming." what?"

The black man licked his chest and squirted a trace of breath, squirting a blood, dyed his black clothes, and infiltrated the soil.

Looking at the cloud dance that is close to him like death, I am afraid to drag back and take a step back.

The dragon’s mouth is swaying, and there is some helplessness in the eyelids. If he says yes, it is estimated that this woman will let him go. Now he said that it is not...

Estimated to die...

The dragon will look at her, and a deep meditation will flash. This woman should have a decent follower.

"If you want to kill, you will kill!" The black man looked at the cloud dance that was close at hand, and the fierce eyes slammed and closed slightly, seemingly ready for death.

The cloud dance is a glimpse, and his appearance of death reminds her of the Dragon Pavilion.

I don't know if he is trying to break through his strength now, but she still waits for his strength to meet her expectations, then makes friends with her, and finally enters the Dragon Dragon Court and wants to enter her own home...

Thinking of this result, there was a glimmer of light between her eyebrows.

This result is very good...

The black man seemed to wait for a century, and his heart trembled with fear before death.

One moment, two moments, three moments.

However, he did not see the cloud dance, he finally couldn't help but open his throat again, watching the cloud dance still **** and cold, and the low-pitched anger replied: "What do you want?"

The cloud dance was pulled back to God by his roar, and Liu Mei was low, and his eyes passed through a puzzling. What was his screaming in the air?

Beast?

"I want to kill you." The corner of the cloud dance mouth is stunned, the eyes are dull, the elements of the wind reappear, the earth flutters, the leaves retreat, and the force of a vortex gradually forms.

Just as the wind element surrounded the black man, there was a loud noise behind her, and there was a huge force behind the loud noise that made her have to stop, a sneak sneak into the whirlpool of the wind. In the middle, the volley flies.

She is in the wind element, the blue silk is free to float, the purple clothes danced violently, and the indifferent scorpion is cleaned like ice. The white face of the disease condenses her glamour, so she is not eclipsed by that face. Half point.

The dragon fell in love and looked at the half-empty cloud dance. She looked at her with a hot look, with a hint of aggression, a trace of possession, a trace of hegemony.

For a moment, he didn't want anyone to see her, just wanting her to live under her wings.

Because he laughed, he cried for him, because his heart was broken and he cried for him.

Only belong to him!

Daddy, he looked at the figure, his mouth slightly outlined a helpless smile.

She is a phoenix that flies for nine days. She belongs to the entire vast land, not just to a certain person...

Waiting for her to step on her feet one day, it was when she only belonged to him.

Cloud dance seems to feel the heat behind it, but with a trace of desolate eyes, slightly frowning, looking back at the dragon to fall into evil, he looked at her evil face and raised an eyebrow, not forgetting to throw a wink.

Yunwu watched him as if he had nothing to do, and he still owes the same flatness as before. He said nothing, but he took his eyes and regained his gaze, but his eyes passed a trace of the incomprehensible complex...