"Zuo Feng, that's not what I meant. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Uncle Ao roared urgently.

Uncle Ao's abrupt anxiety, is he preparing to rebel?

The air in Weishan is already cold, and at this moment, it is even more cold around Zuo Feng's 'Majesty' and Uncle Ao's 'Xiangguo', Uncle Ao is flushed face, and Zuo Feng is indeed godless eyes.

The anxious Zuo Feng may have thought that Uncle Ao would hesitate to prevaricate, but he must not have thought that Uncle Ao would refuse so simply, and his heart was already full of sparks, and this urgent roar suddenly forcibly added a handful of dry firewood, and Zuo Feng's godless eyes slowly magnified.

And then how did Uncle Ao think that he would refuse so firmly, this is completely out of instinct, who would be stupid to enter the corpse group and try Han Xian's Heavenly Fist, isn't that looking for death, in fact, what Uncle Ao didn't expect was that Zuo Feng would let himself jump into the fire pit so undisguisedly.

At this moment, his feverish face slowly turned cold, and a pair of eyes fell on Zuo Feng's angry face with some evasion.

But for some reason, he just had a slight intention of retreating in his heart, but because of Zuo Feng's forced gaze, he regained his strength again, and snorted coldly in his heart: "Yellow beard child, why are you pointing fingers at the old man." ”

There was a thought in his heart, and the rickety spine suddenly stiffened a little, and a pair of eyes did not back down, looking directly into Zuo Feng's eyes.

For a while, sparks were shining in the cold air, and the two masters were planning to fight in the nest.

"Uh~"

The corners of Zuo Feng's mouth twitched slightly, the person who was afraid in his eyes before actually had such courage, this was really unexpected, a trace of cold in his right hand was quietly hidden, and he snorted coldly in his heart, and said: "Hmph, the dog slave actually dares to disobey and offend, this person can't stay." ”

"Haha~~"

Playing a game of chase and hide and seek among a group of brainless heroes is of course pleasant, in Han Xian's eyes, the tombstone of 'Zuo Mu' seems to be as dazzling as exuding golden light, and he is jumping into the golden mountain in an orderly manner, and sure enough, the cold corpse in the range of the tomb does not dare to take half a step, and squeaks in his heart: "Hehe, I can't imagine that I, Han Xian, still have to rely on that hypocritical villain to survive." ”

Han Xian's pleasure must have attracted those who were restless.

Zuo Feng's eyes were out of the corner of his eyes to find Han Xian, who was happy in the group of cold corpses, and his heart was suddenly shocked, if he hid there, then everything would be over.

How can you be willing.

There was a hesitation in his eyes, he was a timid man after all.

"Puff~~~"

Uncle Ao's face was suddenly startled, and the Dao power condensed and above his hands suddenly dispersed, and Zuo Feng's 'Your Majesty' actually knelt down in front of him.

In the end, it was the person who had been rolling in the imperial field, and in a matter of seconds, Zuo Feng entered the play.

A tear was already dazzling, and at this moment, it touched the ground, chiseled soundly, and the mouth also roared: "Lord Xiangguo, I hope you will look at the foundation of the next hundred years, and make a move." ”

This is an old man, but also an old and cunning man.

Whether it was the former or the latter, Uncle Ao had to squeeze out a few tears, his hands almost trembled, and he helped Zuo Feng up, while he thought he was prostrate on the ground.

And at this moment, he has also entered the play, and his tears have broken the embankment, in fact, he understands in his heart that he will not send him to death, I am afraid that this Huang Xu'er will also understand himself, and he must understand that dying in the hands of Zuo Feng is really lifeless, and dying in the hands of Han Xian is indeed just reincarnation, and said: "Your Majesty, I am afraid that the old man will not come back here, and I hope Your Majesty will cherish it." ”

Zuo Feng didn't care at all about the knee Zuo Feng who was kneeling in front of him, his eyes frequently swept towards Han Xian's back, no doubt he made himself feel anxious, and he really had a headache in the face of false words, who didn't know Weishan's reincarnation system, and death was just a painful torture.

But even in the play, Zuo Feng has to perform the play to the end with dedication.

Helped Uncle Ao up, grabbed his hand, and said sadly: "Lord Xiangguo, go with peace of mind, and in the future, the lonely general will share the good time of the Weishan Empire." ”

Uncle Ao must still want to be pretentious, but the hand that pulls him may become a fatal blade at any time, and he is resentful in his heart, but he can be regarded as firming his heart.

As soon as the body turned, this separation image was really like parting from life and death.

Uncle Ao was really reluctant, and Zuo Feng was indeed pretending to say goodbye.

A string of black shadows directly pierced into the group of cold corpses, this Uncle Ao really had something unique in his cultivation, his body was like a shadow of a swimming fish, fluttering in the group of corpses, and he turned his body into a black shadow to hide, and pounced on Han Xian's back.

Peace of mind?

Even if Zuo Feng pounced on it himself, that heart would not be stable, let alone a slave, this person is really timid and cowardly, how different is the appearance of prostrate on the ground and trampling on dignity, you must know that not only Uncle Ao can swim among the corpses, but the treasure in the body Zuo Feng's body will also be chic.

As the only son who was buried with Zuo Mu, how could he not give him a heavy treasure to calm his heart.

However, even so, he was just cowardly prostrate on the ground, watching Uncle Ao throw his head and spill blood for him.

At this moment, how can Han Xian take care of his back, all he has to do is rush, and when his fist is not strong and his Dao power is a little sluggish, he jumps on his head for a moment of respite.

But there are too many tricks like this, and the group of cold corpses also looks at them coldly.

Although it was brainless, after Han Xian personally taught him again and again, the corpse group also knew Han Xian's intentions, and at this moment, Han Xian stood on top of the head again, but the corpse group did not jump forward like that, and was surprisingly calm, they were waiting, waiting for Han Xian to move first, in order to judge his accurate landing point.

Really.

As soon as Han Xian's figure moved, a nest exploded in the corpse group, and several figures followed him.

The expression was already bitter, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, he originally wanted to take advantage of this to take a short breath, but now he has indeed become a pusher to make himself even more tired.

Although his expression was bitter, his heart was cold.

There will always be a time when tricks fail, and only the weight of strength will remain unchanged through the ages.

Fortunately, at this moment, Zuo Mu's big tomb was already in front of him, and the star map shook slightly, and his arms pulled the Dao power, and with one punch, he smashed the bloody mouth in front of him and beat him down.

"Hiss~~"

Han Xian's face was shocked, and his back was even more stinging, but fortunately, the gift of the red line did not let him break through the skin, although his fist had already worked, but the claws of the cold corpse had also successfully grasped his back, and before his face returned, the fist blasted over.

One move was powerful, when it was an abnormal excitement and bravery, the female corpse who successfully grabbed Han Xian's back did not retreat in the face of Han Xian's fist, did she really love Han Xian's appearance?

If you don't retreat, you can forget it, you actually opened your mouth and wanted to 'kiss' Han Xian's cheek.

Of course, Han Xian's face is cherished by himself, and if he wants to slighten him, he must ask the pair of fists if they agree.

"Bang~~"

Han Xian's left fist hit the eye socket of the female corpse, and the red light flashed slightly, and the right fist came again, and suddenly the pale face was bruised, and it smashed to the ground like a meteorite.

And now Han Xian's heart is even more bitter.

Although the female corpse was repulsed, there were thousands of hers who followed her.

A leg sweep shook the corpses away, and Han Xian once again successfully stood on top of his skull.

The corpses are love, and Han first hates.

As soon as he fell, the group of corpses was flooded with love, and before Han Xian's eyes could take a closer look, they were filled with blanks in their eyes by a group of black oppressors.

My heart was suddenly bitter, although I retreated under the attack of the claws with the gift of the red line, but it was undoubtedly a bad start, this time I was hit by the claws, and the next time the long knife may be coming, and there will be the next time, the next time, until I drown in the ocean of teeth.

Thinking about the sound of grinding bones, it is scary.

There was a loud roar in his heart, he didn't care, but fortunately, he still had the best power to save his life, and a point of light was pulled out of the stars next to the tree, which undoubtedly became the last straw, and it depended on whether he could break away from the corpses.

"Hum~~"

Han Xian's eyes jumped, and his heart suddenly became ecstatic, and he screamed again: "Idiot, why are you so stupid." ”

The fragments of the Emperor's Seal, which had been silent, had once again emitted a faint glow under the irrigation of the starlight.

Even the restless corpses were alarmed by this sudden light, and there was a flash of reason in the dry red of their eyes, what was that? The heroes must have a deep memory, even if they died, the cheers of the past were still fresh in their memories.

The appearance of this point of emperor light was like a sudden arrival of winter, sealing the sea of heroes, and the corpses seemed to be drunk, and seemed to be caught in the memories of the past, and they calmed down.

"Hehe~"

People who are tired and half dead are, of course, laughing at their stupidity.

And now Han Xianke didn't dare to laugh too loudly, covered his face with his hands, and muttered in his heart: "It's better to hide next to the big grave quickly, God knows if they will suddenly cheat the corpse and jump out to bite themselves." ”

"Sin, sin~~"

Han Xian apologized again and again, and carefully lifted his feet to leave from a head, and carefully landed on that head, for fear of waking up the corpses.

The beauty of the resurrected emperor must have made Zuo Feng's heart tremble, and the idea of getting it was even more eager, since it could stabilize the corpses, it was really a supreme treasure, if he got it, then Weishan himself would be the master from now on, but at this moment, Han Xian's cautious figure undoubtedly represents the departure of the treasure, timidity is still timid, and he doesn't fight for himself, only his eyes skim over the black shadow of Uncle Ao's figure from time to time, and he said stupidly: "Hurry, hurry." ”

"Whew~~"

Suddenly exhaled, Zuo Mu's tombstone was in front of him, and it only took three jumps to reach the other side of the stealing life, although he still didn't know where the way to live was, but at least he could get a short respite, was the way to live still behind him?

Delusion, or delusion.

Han Xian couldn't help but turn around, trying to find a way to live from the black behind him, but what he revealed was not black, it was indeed a cold face, and a cold knife.

"Uh~"

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