The middle of the Misty Forest

Zi Dump swung out a sword, eliminated the last man in black who was about to sneak attack, and smiled evilly: "Dust, a drop of Lingquan milk, bet that within three days, there will be people to die!"

Purple dumping is silent, this is obviously an inevitable event!

Zi Jiuxi wiped the bloody nightmare in his hand, it's been three months, this is the 82nd batch!

I can't help but be depressed, what kind of grudge is this! This treatment! Did she dig up someone's ancestral grave or kill someone's whole family?

"Xi'er! Come here! Dust's magnetic voice remembered next to the pile of corpses, sounding a little puzzled. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"What's wrong?" Zi Jiuxi knew that he must have found something!

Purple Dump also walked over, "This is!" "The pattern of this skull is obviously the symbol of the Shura Temple!

"What is it?" Zi Jiuxi was curious about what they had discovered?

"Shura Palace!" The usual purple tilt is still so improper.

Zi Jiuxi took out Duanmu's young master and deputy order and deliberately compared it! Sure enough, the similarity is 100 percent greater.

"That's two groups of people!" Zi Jiuxi cares carelessly! She knew very well that combat was important to martial arts cultivation, and thanks to these 1,032 people, she had not only advanced to the intermediate level of martial arts, but had even stabilized the realm!

"Xi'er, shouldn't it be ......" Zi Tianchen's words were not finished, and they were inseparable, naturally understanding each other's meaning.

"Although ......," her heart still throbs slightly at the thought of that person. Duanmu will not! ”

Purple Tilt Dust and Purple Tilt absolutely glanced at each other, tacitly acknowledging each other! No matter how distressed they were, the two of them were helpless after all.

Zi Jiuxi hooked the corners of her mouth and smiled slightly, after so long, she can hide this emotion very well!

They have mixed tastes in their hearts, and they don't know the bitterness of the young lady!

"What do we do next?" Zi Tian couldn't see Xi'er like this, so he changed the topic.

"Just drop by, go to the Shura Hall to have fun!" Thinking of Duanmu's somewhat stupid and cute temperament, thinking of Qi Yan's black belly, and thinking of the shy deer Mu Feiyang, Zi Jiuxi hooked the corners of her mouth and smiled sincerely.

The night in the Misty Forest is as foggy as its name suggests, and the poor visibility is pitiful.

In the past three months, in order not to miss batches of people who came to send them to death, Zi Jiuxi rarely went into the space, and spent their nights in the trees.

In the past three months, Zi Tianchen and 16 other people have come out of Ziming in turn, and they are also very excited to see so many people coming to die! It's just the right time to practice your hands. It's been a long time since I've been killing people so much.

At night, the danger is worse than during the day. Insects and birds chirp, it is very strange in this eerie and terrifying place.

With a wolf howl, the gentle and desolate sound of the flute sounded immediately, whimpering, and the love moved at will, and the pain in Zi Jiuxi's heart was infinitely expanded. Became that again, sluggish doll doll. The extinguished fire made her face even more terrifying.

"Xi'er! Xi'er! Wake up! Zi Qiujie kept shaking Zi Jiuxi's shoulder, trying to wake up this only son who was sad.

Suddenly, the sound of the flute changed, and the voice of grief was not there, and it became fierce and solemn.

Zi Jiuxi's eyes gradually cleared.

"Damn it!" Zi Tianchen slashed at the back of Zi Jiuxi's neck with a hand knife.

Zi Tan looked at Zi Tan Chen straightly, there was no doubt, no dissatisfaction, just waiting for him to explain, he knew dust very well, unless he had to do it, he would not do anything to Xi'er.

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