The fingers twitched, the green tendons jumped, the blood and qi surged, and the long scroll was about to explode at this moment.

After a long time, Han Jin knew that the temple was the favorite of the long scroll except for Han Jin, but the favorite destroyed the favorite, either the inner temple was destroyed, or Han Jin was trapped to death, and one of the two had to be abandoned, so it was better to choose to abandon the inner hall

After comforting himself for a long time, Changjuan finally calmed down and said to Han Jin: "This inner hall, you have to give me an explanation!" ”

"This monster, you have to give me an explanation!"

Changjuan's eyes widened suddenly, the cold chill behind him made his whole body stiff, and cold sweat then flowed down his forehead, he stared at his eyes and slowly turned back, his cold eyes stared at the cold brocade not far away, the killing intent on his body was terrifying, and he was holding a sword in his hand, and the cold light made people unable to move.

"Uncle, uncle, you, how are you?"

"Why didn't I go?" The corners of Du Rong's mouth hooked a cold arc: "If I leave, how can I find out that you dare to hide a demon in the palace!" ”

Changjuan hugged Du Rong, no matter how Du Rong didn't hurt him, the top priority was to let Han Jin go quickly, he hugged Du Rong and shouted to Han Jin: "You go quickly!" Let's go! ”

Han Jin stood there in a daze, I don't know why, since this person is the uncle of the long scroll, then why do you want to run?

Du Rong tugged on the collar of the long scroll and said fiercely: "Long scroll, let go!" ”

"I won't let it go! Uncle, after all these years, it's time for you to let go! ”

Du Rong struggled twice, lost his patience, and shook hard, shaking the long scroll away and falling to the ground.

The sword in his hand was also raised, the sword aura was pressing, the blade of the sword flashed, and a sword light swept over.

"Get out of the way!" The scroll struggled to get up, but it was too late.

The sword light and light struck like a flint, and when she was about to split Han Jin in half, she suddenly leaned back, and the sword qi swept in front of her, and a few strands of hair that flew up were instantly cut off and scattered in the air.

Han Jin was surprised, this is real!!

Before he got up, Du Rong had already killed him, and Changjuan crawled from behind and hugged his legs and shouted: "Hanjin, go quickly!" Go find Yujin! Uncle! You let her go, she doesn't know anything and she hasn't done anything! ”

Han Jin learned to be smart this time, "Take care of the long scroll!" "That's Uncle Changjuan, she won't do anything about Changjuan, it's important for her to save her own life!

Turn around and run, the road in the main hall was blocked by Du Rong, she could only turn around like a fly in the inner hall of the long scroll, find the way everywhere, panicked, this god's mana is really higher than her, I don't know how many levels, she is not an opponent at all, or go for the best plan!

Running around, we're all the same everywhere! She can't remember the road, but she is still lost in this inner temple, the temple of the long scroll doesn't look big, but it's really not small to escape!

She ran for an unknown amount of time, but she didn't find a way out, and finally ran back to the same place, and she recognized the ink everywhere at a glance that this was the place where Fang had almost been cut.

I wanted to cry without tears, and when I turned my head and saw the long scroll hanging in the air, I felt that something was wrong, Han Jin hurriedly stepped forward to look, this look was startled, the long scroll was actually lifted into the air by his own uncle's neck, and both of them had some scars on their bodies, as if they had already had a fight.

Obviously, the long roll injury is more serious, and now he is choked by the neck, and he has no power to fight back.

"Long scroll, you originally looked seven points like your mother, but gradually how did you look like him?"

Changjuan couldn't say a word, his hand was on Du Rong's hand, struggling as hard as he could.

"How did your mother die, have you forgotten? How dare you shield a demon? ”

The more Du Rong thought about it, the more he hated, the monstrous battle, the fire that fell to the brave woman, the blood that spewed, all came to mind, he could never forget the god in a high position, looking at her death indifferently at the head of the clouds, without even a trace of heartache and sadness.

"Why did you marry him? Is it because he is a heavenly monarch? ”

He pressed her up, and she said, "Because I don't have a choice." ”

"You can still choose me!"

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