Hao Lianfengli was directly so angry by the night clouds that his face turned pale, smoke rose above his head, and he brushed his sleeves away.

Looking at Hao Lianfeng's back, the corners of Yeyun's mouth hooked up a contemptuous sneer, the game has officially begun, the prelude is almost over, this time, the new account and the old account, let's calculate it together, whether it is the Ye family or Hao Lian's family, no one wants to escape, the person who has never provoked her Night Seventeen can still be chic and free, this time, let you get away with it for six years, it is already her kindness.

With that sneer, Yeyun's eyes were full of bloodthirsty murderous aura, and the bloodthirsty factor in her bones began to boil, and the innate fighting spirit became more and more intense, her Night Seventeen is a sharp sword, a war knife, more than ten years of blood-licking life, she has been sharpened more and more sharp, she can go out of her body at any time, kill all enemies, and spill blood.

The baptism of blood, the accumulation of mountains of corpses, is the achievement of being a killer.

Killers, will be proud of this.

The wind blows, the trees are swaying, on the boulder, the woman in white is fluttering up at the sky, a green silk flutters with the wind, it looks flamboyant but not messy, she holds the scepter in her hand, holding it high to the sky, at that moment, her image seems to be tall all of a sudden, making people feel arrogant, domineering, and arrogant.

At that moment, the Demon Scepter was not a scepter, but an out-of-body sword, pointing at the sky, with a peerless edge.

And Yeyun is independent of the world, but it makes people feel that her back looks very lonely, lonely, desolate, not far away, Gong Yutian, who came from the air, suddenly stopped in place, looking at the white figure in the blue pool on the boulder, there was a trace of pity in the evil purple eyes, the thin lips were slightly pursed, the purple hair was flying, and the slender ten fingers couldn't help but point the red lips, and murmured, "Xiao Jiu, what makes you so lonely?" ”

flew down, landed behind Yeyun, took the woman into his arms with his long arms, rubbed her hair with one hand, and hissed in her ear, "Xiao Jiu, beautiful and ugly, all are bones outside the skin, after the red dust, they are all dusty clouds." ”

Yeyun's body stiffened, and he tilted his head slightly, "Don't you think it's ugly?" ”

Gong Yutian smiled evilly, his purple eyes were deep but his face was serious, so that Yeyun faced him, his eyes were right, his fingertips were pointed at the center of her eyebrows, word by word, "The blue sea and sky, above the blue clouds, under the prosperity of the end, a little cinnabar in the center of the eyebrows, Ling Jun poured the world, that eye and smile, amazed you and me." ”

Yeyun's pupils were slightly stunned, but they regained their indifference in an instant.

Zhu'er Palace Yutian returned to that evil smile, holding her laughing arrogance, "Xiao Jiu, do whatever you want to do, as long as there is this king in this world, no one will dare to touch you for half a point." ”

"Really? What if you're not there? After a pause, he added, "So, I don't need to rely on anyone. ”

Nor will it depend on anyone.

In this life, she will not rely on anyone, in this world, she can only rely on herself, and she can only believe in herself, in this life, she will never give her life to others.

Gong Yutian froze for a moment, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching, and then looked at Yeyun's serious, quite serious appearance, and couldn't help sighing, he knew that he still needed to work hard to open this girl's heart, however, Gong Yutian suddenly remembered something, and the smile on his face disappeared in an instant, replaced by a gloomy face.

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The show is staged, the tiger touches ~~