Yeyunjue patiently knocked on the door again, "Li'er, open the door!" ”

Nangong Li ignored him, turned around and walked towards the soft collapse, and just wanted to lie down, he saw a man and a dog, lying on the side of the bed with a complaint, looking at her pitifully.

"Rifle?" She shouted softly, and the sleepy Rifle instantly rushed towards her in high spirits.

Liyan's face as black as the bottom of the pot didn't have a trace of good color, "Hey, Laifu, slow down!" ”

He's still tied up on his back!

Nangong Li looked at this funny scene, and the anger in her heart disappeared a lot, she rubbed Laifu's head and stared at Liyan, "You can't solve this thing?" ”

She asked, pointing to the fairy rope.

Liyan snorted coldly, "Hmph, this seat can solve the problem of Yeyun Jue, this dog is definitely buried alive!" ”

"Haha..." she couldn't help but smile, and her little hand reached over and lightly touched the fairy rope.

As a result, miraculously, the fairy rope turned into a small chain and curled up in her palm.

Liyan's face became even more ugly, Xiao Baozi's face wrinkled tightly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "This dog actually let the fairy spirit rope recognize the master to you!" ”

I knew that he would go directly to Nangong Li!

Tied up for a day and a night!!

New hatred and old hatred!

"Confessing the Lord?" She was puzzled, looking at the thin fairy rope in her palm, like a gold necklace, she couldn't imagine that it was as thick as a horse rope just now.

Liyan walked on his calves and came to her, "Yes, the fairy rope recognizes the Lord, only the main soul can untie it!" ”

Otherwise, what is he so afraid of this thing?

"Knock knock!"

The knock on the door outside the hall came again, and Yeyun Jue knocked impatiently.

"Yeyun Jue, that dog?" Liyan asked as he stared at her with a frown.

She nodded angrily, "Well, I don't want to pay attention to him!" ”

Li Yan's eyes flashed, and he smiled evilly, "Then how about I take you to a good place and make sure he can't find you?" ”

Nangong Li glanced at him, and his credibility didn't seem to be high, but, thinking about it, Liyan's five-year-old body didn't seem to be much of a threat to her.

After weighing it up, she nodded in agreement.

The demon god technique of the flame is blurred, hidden traces, and comes and goes without a trace.

With a flick of his fingertips, the little ghost talisman fell to the ground, and he pushed the door in.

The hall was empty.

There was a faint commotion.

His eyebrows frowned slightly, and a blue light swiped across his fingertips, and he saw the picture he had been here before, and saw who it was.

His face was gloomy, and his eyes were cold.

Flame Separation.

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Liyan didn't go anywhere with Nangong Li, went to the imperial dining room to steal something, and then took her to a cold palace.

The gloomy cold palace is full of forest atmosphere, which is terrifying.

Liyan sat down, waved his hand and lit a flame, took some firewood and made a fire.

Take out the chicken thighs from the basket and start roasting the chicken thighs over a fire.

Nangong Li could clearly see that the demonic aura around him was all gloomy and resentful spirits.

This cold palace, presumably, has had a tragic death in an unjust case.

Otherwise, it would not have been possible to be so resentful.

Resentment surrounds the demon, and the wisps of demonic energy are ethereal.

"Why are you here?" She wondered.

"Because Yeyun Jue's dog can't find it!"

Only where there is a deep resentment can his demon god power be stronger and hide his traces.

So that Yeyun Jue is nowhere to be found.

"Really?" She was still a little skeptical.

After all, he hadn't won against Ye Yunjue.

"Really, rest assured! Even if I do what I do to you tonight, he won't be able to find it..."

His mouth quickly left the flames, and his ambition jumped out in one go.

"....." Nangong Li couldn't help but twist her eyebrows, he was a five-year-old child, what could he do to her?