ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 128

"Old man, do you want to tell me, where is the Blood Flame Palace?"

Pulling the old man in the white cloth shirt with a big tie of flowers, Xinglian smiled ill-intentionedly.

"Hmph, how could I tell you?" The old man snorted lightly, his eyes darkened, and he looked at the girl in front of him.

After being caught, he learned that this girl not only had a divine beast on her body, but also a magical beast that was one level higher than the red centipede level.

The Blood Flame Palace has always been a place that ordinary people avoid, but what are these two mysterious young people going to do?

Inexplicably, a trace of bad premonition welled up in my heart.

"Old man, I think your kung fu seems to be a few points higher than the second elder in your palace, you are probably also an elder in the palace, right?" He refused to cooperate, and Xinglian was not in a hurry, pacing two steps, as if he had thought of something.

The old man's eyes obviously flashed a little surprise, and then he hid it again, "It seems that the second child died in your hands?" ”

"No, no, no, I just happened to see it." Xing Lian shook his head with a smile, and then said seriously: "But you may die in my hands." ”

"Since ancient times, who has not died, lived to this age, and you little girl also wanted to threaten me?" The old man sneered.

Xing Lian blinked, stretched out a finger and picked at his snow-white beard, "But how can I let you die so easily, if you don't tell me......" Speaking of this, she smiled, "I like torturing people the most, do you want to try it?" ”

This is not a lie, and it never ends well for those who fall into her hands.

Now that I think about it, I probably did evil because of this hobby in my previous life, so that she was inexplicably summoned to this world to take on responsibilities that did not belong to her.

Seeing that the old man still looked like he was not afraid of death, she squinted and glanced at the demonic beast not far away, "Besides, why do you have to be so with yourself, you have suffered so much in vain, and as soon as you die, the contract will be invalid, and then you think that the red dragon is as hard as you?" ”

This sentence really hit the wound of the old man in the white shirt, and as Xing Lian turned his head to see, over there, the child in white was still stepping on the head of a huge red centipede, and the latter couldn't even move half a minute, and the excessively huge body made a low throat "whoop".

He really didn't dare to guarantee that once he died, the moment the contract expired, the demonic beasts would not be able to resist the divine beasts, so he took them to the Blood Flame Palace.

Xinglian looked at the white-shirted old man's expression of obvious hesitation proudly, and the corners of his mouth hooked up an imperceptible smile.

Psychological warfare is common in all eras.

Si Jingyan looked at the woman's bright and clear eyes, his heart moved, and he couldn't help but speak, "Qiao Xinglian." ”

"Huh?" Subconsciously turned his head and immediately crashed into a pair of gentle ink pupils, Xinglian trembled, and the next second he heard the man whisper a suggestion, "Kill him, and let that demonic beast lead the way." ”

"......" should not be such a light and breezy suggestion, which made her feel that what she had just said was completely nonsense.

Before she could answer, the man approached her, stretched out his index finger and stroked her face, and said lightly: "You shouldn't always smile at others, I mind." ”

“……”

Facial paralysis, where is this, don't be so unruly and don't play cards according to the rules, okay?

[This is to drive Lao Jiu down the shameless road......]