Xiahou Mobing called Murong Xue, who was about to raise her feet and leave: "Xue'er, wait, there's something here!" ”

He leaned the night pearl in his hand against the wall, and the earth-gray wall was suddenly smeared with a shallow halo, and the words engraved on it appeared on the uneven wall.

Congratulations! This round is over! Congratulations to you both on your arrival in the New World.

The sound of "boom" was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, echoing in the minds of the two of them, wandering.

They always think that this is the end, with endless joy to meet, but now suddenly tell them that this is just a game, feelings, just those level of cards are just beginning, and the most annoying thing is actually these words, game!!

The game, ho, that's right, this is a game, a game created by Emperor Ranxun and led by the other, and let them star in it, and perform the perfect game!!!

feelings, they escaped death, went through hardships, and if it weren't for their own strength, they would almost die here. And now it's telling them it's a game!

Murong Xue was furious.

Xiahou Mobing was also angry!

Even if the Emperor Ranxun died, he did not forget to use the power in his hands to play with people again. Play with power and people in the palm of your hand!

It's better to have something here that is worth starring in, or else it will cease to exist! He will be left with no bones! Even though he has been dead for hundreds of years. But she just wanted him to know that no one could get out of the way if they provoked the two of them, and the price of playing with them depended on whether they could afford to pay for the things behind!

"Bang." Murong Xue slapped her palm on the wall, and she wanted to burst into foul language when she ******.

Xiahou Mobing, who was standing on the side, seemed much calmer, looking at Murong Xue's eyes red from anger, "Okay, does it hurt?" His face was gloomy, and he seemed to be holding back the anger in his heart.

Silently turned around and looked at his calmness, no!

It's not his style.

After suffering a loss, he can still be so calm, this is not like his style!

In her opinion, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, this is the Xiahou Mobing she knows.

However, when she took a closer look, under those calm and dark eyes, there was endless anger, and there was a faint coldness in the deep eyes, which was the eve of the storm.

Indeed, Murong Xue does know Xiahou Mobing well enough, he is indeed angry, but he knows how to forbear, hide his anger, and wait for the time to come, he will redouble his revenge!

Now he's calm, but there's no guarantee he'll do anything! His deep inky eyes exuded a devouring cold aura.

The coldness of his body gradually hid in his deep ink, but his eyes became colder and colder, and tyranny gradually rose.

"That's right!" Xiahou Mobing stretched out his broad palm and stroked Murong Xue's slightly messy hair, "Even if he has the courage to treat us like monkeys, then he should have the courage to bear the consequences." There were so many things hidden in those beautiful eyes.

Murong Xue, who calmed down, thought about it, the emotions just now were too intensified, this is not a good phenomenon.

Emotions can reveal many, many things.

Obviously, she was so angry just now that she forgot to hide it. If she didn't have him by her side, then she ......