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Qingge took out the heartbroken intestine wine brewed by Qingge from the realm of nothingness, she lifted the seal on the jar, took a sip, and poured it in an arc in front of Liu Hu's corpse.

The liquor is soaked in the loess, and the hero's soul returns to a foreign land.

The moment he got up, Qingge mercilessly grabbed the back of the woman's neck, dragged her weakly drooping body, and walked towards Bai Honghai.

Forcing him to kneel, he kicked him into the dirt and kowtowed to Bai Hon Hai's dried corpse.

"Admiral Bai, go all the way."

Her eyes were awe-inspiring and full of coldness, and she was determined to ask these people from the blood clan to accompany the two generals to the funeral.

Heartfelt people shouldn't die like this.

"Go all the way!"

Slaughter Army, kneel!

Xiao Rufeng and Elder Yu in the distance also knelt down.

That's pity and respect for heroes.

Qingge held the wine jar with both hands and sealed it to herself, and the wine was like a rootless pouring rain, pouring on her face.

She gulped down the strong drink, her eyes seemed to be moist, who knows if it was too strong or if the tired girl took advantage of it?

When the wine ran out, he got up and smashed the wine jar at the back of the woman's head.

She looked up at the sky, boundless thunder and lightning flashed and wailed, and the fourth heavenly lightning struck and slammed towards her heavenly spirit cover.

Compared with this fourth course, the first three courses are not comparable at all.

It's hard!

It hurts!

Qingge looked at the corpse of General Bai Honghai in front of her, and then at Liu Hu's dried corpse, and a belief seemed to rise suddenly in her heart, she clenched her hands, and survived the pain of torn tendons and veins and cutting flesh and blood by the scorching electricity.

She picked up the Ming Wang knife and was about to slash at the woman's head, when a gust of wind hit, the white crane hissed, and the woman's body was taken away.

The familiar smell made Qingge's eyes red.

She stuck the Ming King's knife on the ground and raised her eyes to look at the sky.

Above the white crane, handsome men and beauties stood side by side.

Mei Qingchen is still elegant and noble, the woman standing beside him like a little bird seems to be able to drip water, gentle eyes, facial features like quiet years, the woman is wearing a sea-blue gown, and a graceful and heavy fox fur cloak is draped on her shoulders.

She looked weakly at Qingge, and when she saw the woman in the white crane's sharp mouth, her blue eyes were full of worry.

On the other side, a figure swept by.

The man was covered in ink, and the water surrounded by black was impassable, and there was not a single gap.

He lifted the abyssal cloak, revealing his unobtrusive features!

Incineration!

"Mei Qingchen!"

Qingge looked at the man above the white crane coldly, and his heart was angry, as if he wanted to burn the sky.

Mei Qingchen stood with her hands in her hands, looked at Qingge and frowned, and said, "Night girl, it's better not to kill people on the ground, it's better not to continue to create evil, everything, let's stop here." ”

Killing people is not enough to be at the bottom of the head-

Qingge rubbed Mei Qingchen's words, and laughter sounded in his heart.

"You deserve to say that?"

Qingge sneered, raised his hand, and pointed the knife in his hand at the woman in Bai He's mouth, "Leave her behind, otherwise, you will die together, Mei Qingchen, the matter of the Snow Maiden Palace, should you give me an explanation, or do you want this Snow Spirit Bead when you come to the extreme north, I tell you, dream!" ”

The green-eyed femme fatale is chilling to the bone.

At this time, she was still suffering from the disaster of heavenly thunder in her body.

Footsteps sounded, and Qingge looked back, and a melancholy and elegant man walked slowly.

Tanglin Cod untied the cloak embroidered with the auspicious pattern of the dragon and phoenix on his body and covered Qingge's body, "Don't be angry, I will be uncomfortable." ”

Qingge was surprised.

The aventurine cod looked straight at her, her eyes clean and not dusty.

"Mei Qingchen, you know better than anyone what you are here for." Burning Que said: "You can't meddle in this matter. ”

"Do you want me to die without intention?"

Mei Qingchen glanced at the burning void faintly, and then turned his eyes to look at Qingge, and saw the aventurine cod beside Qingge, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Those who once fought to the death are now fighting each other.

The seeds of hatred took root and sprouted unconsciously, and the two people who went against each other had a deep enmity across the sea of blood.

Boom!

The powerful spiritual power overwhelmingly surrounded the snow-white crane, like a sharp blade, and the white crane was covered in blood.

Mei Qingchen, Lan Wu and the woman called Wuxin fell down, Mei Qingchen subconsciously hugged Lan Wu and landed safely, while Lan Wuxin fell to the ground and was dying.

Singing softly, he looked at the aventurine cod.

Shicai's spiritual power was not released by her, the spiritual master present, apart from her, the aventurine cod was the only one.

And she could feel that the aventurine cod was much stronger than her in the field of spiritual masters.

Donglin Cod's hand suddenly rested on the left atrium of Qingge, Qingge's body suddenly erupted with a strong evil aura, but a clear voice like a spring breeze sounded in his ears, "Does it hurt?" ”

The heart softened in an instant.

Qingge's face was arrogant and calm, "It's okay." ”

Only in front of that evil and bewitching man will she cry as if she is dead, and she will say that it hurts.

Tanglin Cod smiled gently, walked towards Mei Qingchen, arched his hands, and said respectfully: "I haven't seen you for a long time, Mei Gongzi is still the same as before, well-dressed beasts." ”

Mei Qingchen: "......"

Lan Wu let go of Mei Qingchen's arm and wanted to walk towards Qingge, Mei Qingchen grabbed Lan Wu's wrist, frowned, and said, "Don't go over, there will be danger." ”

Hearing these words, the chill in Qingge's eyes became more and more intense.

It turned out that in Mei Qingchen's heart, she was like a murderer.

So, he can be unscrupulous on her?

Lan Wu turned around and stroked the back of Mei Qingchen's hand, "Ah Chen, the night girl is a good person." ”

After saying that, he took off Mei Qingchen's hand and walked towards Qingge.

Walking in front of Qingge, Lan Wu smiled and said: "Wuxin is my sister, maybe she did something wrong, I hope the girl can forgive her, now she is covered in bruises, and she has also suffered the punishment she deserves, just spare her life, the girl will be rewarded." ”

"I'm not a good person, there will be no good reward, get out." Qingge said coldly.

She hates Mei Qingchen, but she doesn't hate Lan Wu, all the faults are Mei Qingchen's alone.

However, now, Lan Wu is on the side of justice, and when she says this, isn't it a fox and a fake tiger?

Yes, Lan Wuxin was indeed injured.

Even if she can forgive Lan Wuxin, then what about the corpses of the two generals, Liu Hu and Bai Honghai?

What about the dead slaughterers?

What's more, if she didn't have the help of the Heavenly Thunder Tribulation, at this moment, her grandfather, the old man, was stripped of his clothes by this woman, and he was humiliated, how could she bear it?

No! She couldn't bear it.

Even if she did everything she could, she would kill this person and bury the dead soul.

Lan Wu held Qingge's hand and said softly: "Night girl, if you are not angry, I can suffer for Wuxin." ”

Perhaps unintentionally, Lan Wu touched the wound on the deep visible bone of the light singer's back, and was in pain.

Qingge subconsciously waved his hand, ignoring Lan Wu's weakness, threw Lan Wu to the ground, and left a sentence, "I want her life, if Miss Lan is willing, die in front of me, and bury the soldiers for me, I am not guilty of the past!" ”

Since she said that she wanted to take the place of sin, how could Qingge be polite?

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