"Have you seen any recent movement from the rulers of the other districts?" The viper rambled with his poison. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Red spiders and violent bears are still the same, but the black monkeys are not very peaceful!" The golden snake, the number one master under the viper seat, responded.

"Black monkey?" The poisonous snake put down the poison and looked down at the third area, the fangs in his mouth flashed with a faint luster, and the cold and dark snake pupils narrowed slightly.

"Yes, he seems to be secretly uniting the scattered forces of the other four districts." The Golden Snake reported the news of the recent secret investigation.

The poisonous snake thoughtfully plucked a poppy flower, and the golden snake involuntarily looked at the red flower on the white and delicate fingers. It is gorgeous and seductive, but it is weaving a web that cannot be escaped, just like its owner. The poisonous snake that looks closely at the flowers has dark green curly hair, seemingly black pupils, but in fact it is an extremely deep dark blue, pale and bloodless skin, and delicate red lips, but the whole body is cold that cannot be dissolved. Hidden under such a perfect face is indeed a pure black heart.

"Has the mermaid's identity been confirmed?" The last time the viper saw the mermaid, it felt wrong, as if it was déjà vu.

"It's confirmed, it's the princess of the merfolk clan."

"No wonder...", the poisonous snake said viciously, "spread the news that Sword Tiger got the mermaid princess immediately." ”

"Okay." The golden snake suddenly felt that this was a ploy to kill two birds with one stone, the influence and combat effectiveness of the mermaid clan were very strong, and they were the overlords of the water spirit star, if the mermaid clan knew that their princess was auctioned and bought, they would definitely send troops to rescue them, and then the three districts and the first district would have to bear the wrath of the mermaid clan, and two of them would be removed as soon as the threat came.

"Wait, that merfolk, let the spies from Sword Tiger help you out." The viper fell into the memory.

"But then our spies might be exposed."

"Do you think it's necessary to keep your subordinates who can't do this little thing?" The viper was impatiently interrupted and reprimanded the golden snake to retreat.

The golden snake had no choice but to obey the order.

The viper seemed to see the scene again: the sun crashing on the sand, the waves crashing against the rocky reef, a dark green fishtail making a graceful arc in the air, and the splash disturbed the men on the shore.

"Molly—" muttered sadly and numbly, and the cold aura emanating from the viper's body seemed to be a few degrees colder.

The other side

As soon as Leng Yumo walked into the third street, his divine sense could feel that someone was watching and following, and he felt that something was wrong. If it comes, it will be safe, or solve the problem of food and clothing for mortals first. Looking around, I saw that it was either a bar or a residential room, so I had to walk into a bar that didn't look so noisy. As soon as I entered, I was kicked out mercilessly.

"I'm sorry, we didn't have the guts to entertain you, or you should change places." After speaking, he looked left and right in fear, and immediately retracted into the store.

Leng Yumo looked at the waiter Mali's behavior speechlessly, could it be that she looked very fierce and vicious, of course, this is just a simple thought. Leng Yumo thought for a while, it can't be that the identity is exposed, otherwise the black monkey will send someone to arrest me, the only thing that has ever happened this day is the scarface killed in the alley, according to the bad human nature on the evil star, Scarface is not strong but can be so arrogant on this street, only there may be someone behind it, but I don't know the relationship between this person and Scarface, looking at this situation, it seems that it is very intimate, from the moment I came in, someone was watching, it is estimated that soon, that person will bring someone to arrest me. As soon as he thought of this, a group of blue-clothed men rushed towards him with weapons in front of him, and the leader was somewhat similar to Scarface. Leng Yumo chuckled in her heart, it seems that she should be a brother.

"You're the little kid who killed my brother!" Zhang Long glanced at Leng Yumo, who was only as tall as his stomach.

"Little kid?" Leng Yumo twitched his eyebrows, no one has ever dared to call me a little brat, thinking that the majesty of the lord of my first palace was actually belittled by the man in front of him.

"You have the guts to kill my brother, take your life today!" Zhang Long said angrily.

Leng Yumo cautiously used his divine sense to roughly grasp the strength of the comer, and settled his mind, it seems that he must expose his strength today, and he should deter these people who look down on children.

Leng Yumo quickly took out the harp, and the harp that had undergone many spiritual power transmissions was also a little broken, like a dying old man, weak and weak. It seems that I have to change to a musical instrument after this time, after all, it is not a magic weapon, nor is it a magic weapon transformed by spiritual power, and it is not easy to persist until now.

Zhang Long, as the small leader of the Third Street, is not weak in his own ability, he is a second-level ability, and his spiritual power also has a C fifth stage, but unfortunately there is no mecha, otherwise the spiritual power that has reached level C or above can be used to control the mecha, and today's spiritual power is used to study spiritual attack and defense in addition to the special spiritual ability without ability, and the ability is used to control the mecha and control the ability, for them, the ability is a means of attack. The amount of mental power determines the amount of energy absorbed by each person, and the amount of energy determines the amount of energy stored and upgraded. No one has ever done both ability and psychic power, and they can attack separately. There have been people who imagine that people with mental abilities attack through mental power, and finally they are eaten up and turned into waste. No one dared to try it again.

Zhang Long was still a little jealous of Leng Yumo, after all, the people who were sent to his younger brother at the beginning were all people who had achieved physical skills under him, and now they died together at the hands of this little girl.

As soon as Zhang Long and Leng Yumo fought, they used "a thousand knives", a tornado was immediately generated, the ruthless wind was no longer soft, it became sharp, and it was like a knife on the face, and the men brought by Zhang Long quickly retreated into the distance, confidently watching how the flesh of the little girl in front of the tornado was scraped into pieces. And Zhang Long couldn't wait for Leng Yumo's face to be bloodstained and his body was blurred with flesh and blood, so that this murderer who killed his younger brother would be tortured as much as death.

"This tornado is very similar to my protective wall at that time, except that one is for protection and the other is for attack, so I can learn from it." When Leng Yumo was just about to use the voiced sound, his thoughts turned and he immediately chose to enter the eye of the storm to see the structure of this tornado. Leng Yumo silently formed a protective shield with his divine sense, and used "Ethereal Phantom", entered the tornado, hidden in the eye of the wind, explored the mystery in between, and found that Zhang Long's tornado contained a wind blade, each height will have one in the outermost area, but only one wind blade exists at the same height, in the case of the tornado running at high speed, it is like thousands of blades hidden in the tornado, once it is trapped in it, it is like a thousand knives, suffering a lot. "That's a good trick! It's vicious enough, but it's a pity that it's used against me. Leng Yumo casually flirted the strings, and there were bursts of rapid transpositions and trills, one after another.

"Who told you to offend someone you shouldn't have offended?" Zhang Long looked at the tornado triumphantly, waiting for a broken corpse.

At this time, a burst of high-spirited music sounded, and the sound of the harp, which should have been melodious, became fierce and rapid at this moment, like the sound of the hooves of the mighty war horses, "Whispering." ”