Qian Ruoshui couldn't help but see that cold face as ice again, and those purple eyes that looked at the world.

It seems that it will take a lot of effort to kill him.

Without the eccentric appearance just now, his eyes looked at the snow eagle with murderous eyes.

Chi Guoguo's contempt.

"What a disobedient thing!" With a cold snort, Qianruoshui flew up.

And the three of Mo Zixu, who were pranayama, watched as this Qianruoshui took the Snow Condor away.

There is no other way but this.

Mo Zixu is messy in the wind, this Qianruoshui is not an ordinary person. Could it be that there are some masters hidden in this Prime Minister's Mansion?

Qian Fengyun was horrified in his heart, this Qian Ruoshui guts were really not small, and he dared to snatch the eagle so blatantly

Silent. Qianyunyang was silent. Only pranayama.

Anyway, this Qianruoshui followed the agreement and went to the Misty Ghost Forest, and now he should solve the current matter.

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That strange wind must have been the ghost of that man. I was poisoned by him again, and I don't know what happened? Qian Ruoshui sat on the Snow God Eagle, thinking in her heart.

After thinking about it, Qian Ruoshui still returned to Qianfeng Yao's Feng Yao Residence.

As soon as the little hand was stretched out, Qian Ruoshui mercilessly inserted the blood into the wings of the Snow Divine Eagle. Only then can it be a little better.

Blood flowed down the Snow Eagle, looking at the petite and weak back, the Snow Eagle's cold eyes were full of anger.

On the other side, Qian Ruoshui walked towards the courtyard, and a man who fell into the city stood with his hands in his hands.

White clothes fluttered in the wind, and three thousand silver hair scattered over his shoulders.

The scenery is still the same as it was.

However, it is very different because of the reflection of one person.

Silent, Qian Ruoshui admitted that she was a little stunned. This man's appearance alone is already unbearable, not to mention his self-respecting kingly spirit.

In her previous life, she was also a master who commanded the heroes.

And now, the king against the king. Do you have to fight to the death?

"If you are so seriously injured, you dare to shoot at will, you are really not afraid of death." Qian Ruoshui said casually.

Turning around, the man looked fixedly at the little man in front of him.

A five-year-old body, a mature mind; weak appearance, indifference thousands of miles away from people; The enchanting pupils flickered with an unknown thirst for killing.

She stood quietly under a peach blossom tree, and the scar on the left side of her face could not hide her cold and arrogant temperament.

An unknown glint flashed in his purple eyes.

"What is death? The deity never knew. "Like a heavenly voice, it is difficult to hide its pride.

Qian Ruoshui was speechless, and the man suddenly came to her like a ghost.

He tore off the belt around her waist, stabbed and tore it.

Qian Ruoshui, who was originally wearing black tights, just felt a chill on his waist, and most of his original clothes were torn.

Look at the initiator again, still calm and light, without remorse.

Anger. Anger that Qianruoshui has never had.

What does this mean?

A hand knife is like a man cutting off, according to that man's ability, how can Qianruoshui succeed so easily?

A dexterous dodge dodged, and Qian Ruoshui was another flying leg like a man's lower plate sweeping.

The man still avoided it, and between attacking and defending, he didn't know when he had an extra piece of clothing in his hand. Mixing the strength of his hands is like a thousand water throwing.

"Put it on."