Jiu'er frowned unconsciously, wanting to open her eyes and ask, but found that she couldn't do anything, and let her tiredness manipulate her brain, unconscious.

Those eyes exuded a soft light in the dark, he hugged the person in his arms tightly, his lips pressed against Jiu'er's soft hair, and the light energy slowly moisturized the wound on the side of his waist that was half an arm's length, which was injured when he fought with three sixth-order, the ice blade avoided the inevitable puncture, the wound was a little deep, it was supposed to stop the bleeding, and the action was a little bigger when taking a bath, and there were signs of tearing it open.

After being quiet for a long time, his mind moved slightly, and his eyes suddenly opened, Song Jue covered Jiu'er, got up and leaned against the mattress, and felt that Xingye fluttered his wings and stayed in front of the bedside table, reporting Jiu'er's itinerary as usual, and his face could not see joy and anger.

"I know, I'm going to follow her."

Xingye agreed, Song Jue did not hesitate to prepare to catch it, Xingye stood still, Song Jue raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Is there anything else?" “

The dark pupils of Xingye revealed a strange cunning, and at this moment it was rare to bring a little calmness and exploration, "The saturation of energy has reached its peak, forcibly suppressed and forcibly improved, and the master's coercion is not as fierce as before." “

Song Jue pursed his lips, and the hand that wanted to touch the tip of his nose paused slightly, noncommittal.

That fearless appearance that is invulnerable to poison makes Xingye helpless, "No matter what, the master still puts his own body first, after all, today's little master still needs you to protect it." “

"I've got my own measure."

The tone was a little impatient.

Xingye deflated his mouth and knew that this was the result, and it had already become a previous amazement and puzzlement, and it had become a habit now.

It should be glad that those enemies are not here, otherwise with the current state of the master's body, a hundred deaths would not be too many.

But this thing...

It's good to say yes, it's the road to heaven, but since ancient times, there are countless cultivators who have died under the thunder tribulation, and everyone is in awe of and fearful things, and when they come, they are often like facing the enemy, mentioning hundreds of percent of caution, and greeting them with the most perfect ideal state, but the master is powerful, and uses the thunder tribulation to help the little master reshape his ability.

It is worthy of its master, and it is thought that mortals dare not think of it.

……

Song Jue still left early.

Yin soul and energy, all dark people and things can improve his cultivation, and the entertainment city suddenly encountered a dark horse that cannot be controlled by common sense, but all the zombies who are transparent and intelligent will not take the initiative to find death.

The energy trembled slightly, a silent sense of crisis fell on his heart, there seemed to be countless eyes around him, the tall and straight figure paused slightly, Song Jue pursed his lips, his deep pupils shrank, and he suddenly raised his head, collapsing the broken floor, barren and silent.

He narrowed, withdrew his gaze and moved on.

His back was straight, as if the mountains couldn't crush him.

Wanyan hid behind the wall in a panic, her calm heartbeat had already been disturbed, and she could recover her energy, which made her a little uncomfortable, and her forehead was covered with light sweat.

Her voyeurism must have been discovered.

I was afraid of being discovered by him, and I prayed in my heart to find out, it was very contradictory, and the figure had not hesitated to stay away from sight, and it was difficult to follow quietly.

She knew about the high-level casualties in the entertainment city, and she didn't do it for a long time, firstly because the opponent was him, and secondly, because she was curious.

This world is like a game-like existence to him, as long as he cultivates to achieve it, what is the Corpse King?

He could have left and returned to his own world, but he didn't.

He had learned to accept the rules here, he would rather be injured than move up the ranks, and he would rather those worldly people step on his head, but now...

Why is it forcibly promoted with a Yin Spirit?

It is very clear what Wanyan will usher in if it goes on like this, but it is too clear, and there is an indescribable tension and expectation in his heart that is becoming more and more uncontrollable, and he follows him for two days at the risk of being discovered.

The question in my heart was not answered, but another mental fluctuation came into my mind.

It seems that the promised three days have arrived...

Dark clouds covered the sun, the sky was clear and clear, and before I knew it, it was quietly dark.

In the abandoned villa area, Su Mo's eyes dimmed, and he took his eyes away from the smiling dragon and took a few steps to the rooftop.

He seemed to be thinking about something, and he didn't even realize that she was leaving, and when he stood on a high place, the suffocating feeling of oppression became more and more intense, and the whole city was filled with an air of confinement, trying to trap people in it.

Outsiders are like this, how much should insiders bear?

didn't dare to think about it, the energy in his body was surging, Su Mo forced it down, and kept admonishing himself in his heart.

Not yet, she has to endure it, as long as the woman gets through this catastrophe.

The sky is changing, so that countless survivors who stay in the entertainment city unconsciously tighten their backs, human beings' sixth sense of crisis has allowed them to avoid many disasters, but the slightest strangeness in this world will make people worry.

"On this day... Is it about to change? “

The man muttered in a low voice, and Zhongli looked at the sky with the raised faces of several people, the fingers hanging at his side flexed a little nervously, and the two of them came back to their senses and continued to follow the team.

"It's weird, why do I always feel like someone is staring at me..."

Zhong Qi was nervous, and then heard another voice sound, "Don't worry, you are not the only one who thinks so." “

"Looks like it's going to be a bit tough tonight."

The sound of conversation gradually faded away, and Zhongli spit out turbid air to keep up again, a few living people are still better, and the more times like this, it is uncomfortable to be alone.

The long silence is nothing but the sudden arrival of the storm.

The sleeping people didn't know all this, but their closed eyes were wrinkled, and their foreheads were quietly covered with a thin cold, like a ghost pressing the bed, something was holding her veins, covering her breath, and she wanted to wake up, but she was controlled by an inexplicable nightmare, and she couldn't escape.

The bloody eye, the two people hugging each other not far away, there seemed to be someone in their ears who kept saying something, even if they couldn't hear it clearly, Jiu'er could also feel the ill intentions in it.

The more she couldn't see it, the more she looked closely, perhaps because of her stubbornness, the mist in front of her disappeared, and everything that came into view clearly made her eyes widen.

"Do you know their relationship?"

"You are not people of the world."

"Just to repay the favor...

…

"No!"

Jiu'er got up suddenly, reached out and touched the cabinet in a panic, trembling with both hands holding a glass of water and pouring it down, drinking too quickly, the water dripped down the corners of her lips until it was empty, and then slowly put it aside, her long and smooth hair was on the side of her face and she couldn't see her expression clearly, she wiped the corners of her lips with her sleeves at will, and bent her legs to hold her cheeks with her hands until her breathing was stable.

She actually dreamed that the time Lian Minghan grabbed the eldest brother and Tian Tian and threatened her, it was that time that he knew that Song Jue was different from her, and the incredible relationship between the two of them was called Wanyan.

It's been a long time since this happened, and she hasn't asked anything in detail, but at this time, it suddenly comes to mind, and when she looks back again, the feeling will be different.

The heart was restless, and an unspeakable panic spread, Jiu'er put down her hand and frowned.

She minded, yes, but the fear and hatred wasn't hers...

As if feeling something, Jiu'er raised her head suddenly, the light thrown from outside the half-curtain hit the floor, spreading, and a figure stood quietly about five meters away from her, looking at each other, Jiu'er tried to suppress her anxiety before she stopped the urge to scream, the person's existence was like an illusion, but it was fleeting, and the silent room was only her heartbeat after stagnation.

quietly appeared in her room like a ghost, and Jiu'er was really frightened.

This emotion was just instantaneous, Jiu'er bit her lower lip and jumped up, undressed and changed clothes in one go, extremely fast, and tied her long hair tightly while opening the door and leaving.

There are not so many coincidences in this world, only to dream of seeing him, the provocative and gloomy eyes are substantial, the comer is not good, and she is really curious about the other party's purpose in looking for her.

The silent streets are only darkened by desolation, and even if the heat wave rolls in, it can't sink into the darkness in the bones.

When she woke up, she didn't feel that at this moment, the feeling of suffocation was transmitted from the limbs to the brain, controlling every pulse, her legs couldn't help but weaken, Jiu'er pursed her lips, and it was not until this time that she found that the sky was different, and the energy body swimming in the air was extremely chaotic, and the feeling of suffocation seemed to come from this.

And all this, she couldn't help but think passionately because of her.

The pace was blind and messy, there was no discipline, and I don't know how long I walked, Jiu'er stood in place and stopped moving, as far as the eye could see, empty and decayed, and there was no life.

"Come out."

The voice was clear but soft, and her eyes flashed slightly, appearing in front of her as Jiu'er wished.

The four eyes were facing each other, the corners of Jiu'er's lips were slightly hooked, and the slightly narrowed peach blossom eyes had a sharp arc, looking at Wanyan without blinking.

"Xingye didn't follow you."

Jiu'er raised her eyebrows: "Can't you see it?" “

The mockery in her tone didn't mind, "I just admire your strength that you are not afraid of death, and you really dare to come." “

"Thank you, this is Song Jue's guts, otherwise I wouldn't dare to come."

Compared with the dazed and embarrassed when he first woke up, Jiu'er at this time had already returned to his original unscrupulousness, and even his tone was careless.

Two women who should have been strangers were entangled with one person, and the name suddenly appeared, and the atmosphere dropped to freezing point.

Wanyan's eyes were dark, knowing that this was the other party's deliberate words to stimulate her, but she couldn't calm down.

It was Song Jue's courage that gave her the momentum that only a king should have as an ordinary person, which is very worthy of admiration and equally dazzling.

Such a woman should not live, and her elegant and calm posture mocks her identity as a loser all the time.

What does she know?

It's just an ordinary person with a lifespan of only a hundred years, but the anger in his heart is still irritated by the obviously moisturized and more delicate face.

"You don't deserve him except for a face."

Jiu'er smiled, just like a flower that was already attracting people's picking, suddenly blooming, and her flamboyant beauty was extraordinarily arrogant, even if she was a woman, she felt ashamed of Wanyan, who had always been confident in her appearance.

"That's what I said, then you don't even have a face, aren't you even more unworthy?"

Wanyan is not a big-chested and brainless Xiaobai, naturally she will not be provoked by this sentence, she just squinted, the fingers hanging on her side clenched into fists, and her aura was even colder.

Jiu'er was tense and ready to go, a pair of eyes seemed to sweep indifferently, but in his heart he was two hundred percent vigilant.