Try not to contact across borders!

Despite repeated explanations from above, tonight's achievements have obviously reached the standard of emergency reporting.

"'Harvest Night', what a wonderful name......"

The delicate blood-dwarf licked/licked the corners of his mouth greedily, as if he foresaw the scene of the "second godfather" personally inflicting the "anointing ceremony" on him with his noble fangs.

After the 12-second recording was recorded, the finger that was so soft that it didn't speak resolutely pressed "send".

Scold!

A cold arrow silently pierced the night sky, hitting the back of the waist and passing through the intestines. The feminine bloodline has never held his waist so tall in his life, but he was found the fulcrum by an unavoidable sharp arrow and supported the toughness of his belly.

His trembling fingertips were still holding on, and he was only a fraction of a millimeter away from the "send" button at the bottom of the screen, but it seemed out of reach at the moment.

Full of doubts, unwilling, with the scorching arrow qi tumbling in the abdomen, it evaporated bit by bit and collapsed......

……

The curtain was drawn down in the dark night, and it was extraordinarily deep, no match for the brim of the hood pulled down by the man in the cape.

The quiver behind it was still shriveled, and it never seemed to be filled with anything. The man's steps were compact, but he didn't make a sound, just like a leisurely stroll, walking towards the three lying corpses lying in a pool of blood, and the first thing he did was to pick up the mobile phone of the Bloodborn who had been hit by the arrow.

The "Delete" button is easy to recognize, and the good news that cannot be passed on cannot be called good news. In the same way, death without certainty cannot be called death.

The man in the cloak stared at Fang Yan's "corpse" for a long time, and the four-leaf clover on his neck made people sigh.

He was in awe, shouldered Fang Yan on one shoulder, lifted his robe, and waved his hand without looking back, and a cluster of blue hell fire roared out, drowning the corpses of two foreign beasts in an instant.

The flames beat and crackled wildly, and he walked unscrupulously in the sea of fire, holding Fang Yan's mobile phone in his hand, and instead of opening the address book, he dialed an unfamiliar number, which was a girl's number.

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If Emperor Tai Sui Yan really followed Miao Weixian, he could regrow the defective calf within seven days. If you continue to lie in the ghost shadow bureau, I am afraid it will take a year and a half to recover.

"For ...... Why? ”

The question only stopped abruptly after only half of the opening, and the old man who asked the question was in a trance, and suddenly felt sleepy, and the seven people who had tasted the "Yandi Thin Slices" collapsed in front of the wine table one after another.

"Because asexual reproduction needs nourishment, and you know what to feed him?"

Miao Weixian was quite kind, and did not forget to explain the doubts of the sleepers when parting, although only one or two of them could hear it.

……

There is a song called "Very Big Cello", but no matter how big the cello in the world is, it can't compare to Miao Weixian's piano case.

Tonight, she wore a fiery red dress, and her bumpy figure was already eye-catching, but what surprised passers-by in the night market was that "Such a delicate girl can carry a cello that is bigger than her?" Is it true that this era has been ruled by female men? ”

The female man smiled without saying a word, and turned into a quiet underground platform.

At this point in time, she had already missed the last train from the subway station, and the dim underground passage was empty, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, took off the harness, and walked in front carefree, the huge case behind her floated in the air, and kept a very precise half a meter away from her master at all times, no matter where she went, it was inseparable.

This is the correct posture of the "coffin" of the Miao Xinjiang People's Movement.

But compared with the ostentatious and terrifying "coffin control technique", the lighter and more forceful method is to let the corpse walk on its own.

"Little fresh meat, don't worry. Wait for your sister to take you back to Miaojiang to sleep together. You'll be able to go on your own in a few days. Haha, it's so tender, I can't bear to eat you. ”

There are too many young people who are struggling to visit the night market, and most of them are still couples. A conscientious chef can't use the coffin technique to scare people at night, so she carried it for several kilometers along the way, and she felt a little sorry for herself when she thought about it.

A person's world is the most cheerful, humming an ethereal and beautiful folk song, and Miao Xiaoxian passes by a billboard with a black screen for some reason.

She couldn't help but stop, like many young people, when she came across any reflective object that could act as a mirror, she would stop and take a picture, if there was no one around and she was very idle, then this time the stinky beauty might be a little longer.

She does have the capital of stinky beauty, a typical Miao little beauty, if she changes into a national costume and wears a bright headdress, she will have more charm.

If you change the color, you will change the mood. Facing the "mirror", she changed into a pink headband and tied her waist-length black hair back up. I turned around to the "mirror" and checked it 360 degrees, and then I picked up the piano case and got back on the road.

The underground journey finally came to an end, and it was time to return to the damned street, and near the steps of the exit, the cheerful jade feet came to an abrupt halt.

Correspondingly, the "coffin" behind her was also suddenly frozen in mid-air, continuing to maintain an accurate distance of half a meter, a person and a coffin are very tacit, the coffin is full of spirituality, as if it is an organ of her body, and the flow of thoughts echoes each other.

Scold!

An iron arrow waited for a long time, blocking the way the way the moment she lifted her foot up the first step.

"Who?"

Miao Weixian whispered tentatively, and the sweet voice echoed in the empty exit of the station.

The archer who was hidden in the shadows didn't reply for a long time, she subconsciously looked down and vaguely recognized the arrow.

The arrow body is one foot seven long, the arrow is three inches three, and the left and right sides of the black iron feather are each printed with a copper-green solitary moon groove, which is a green solitary moon. No matter how lonely and unheard of is, this legendary killer can recognize this legendary killer at a glance.

Tonight's comer didn't seem to be intent on killing, as the arrow's solitary moon trough wasn't filled with any material.

"Blue Evil Arrow?"

Miao Weixian's mouth opened slightly, and her little heart was beating wildly.

No one knows where the owner of this arrow comes from, and no one in the Chinese alien circle has ever seen the true face of any "Green Evil Arrow Master", only heard some old men mention that as early as 1200 years ago, there was a green evil arrow, and then the historical data of the alien scholar was broken for 700 years, and the records of the Green Evil faction were interrupted.

The more the arrows in the shadows don't speak, the more panicked they become, but they always feel that there are countless vicious eyes locking this narrow exit from all angles.

The piano case hanging in the air also trembled inadvertently, Miao Weixian finally couldn't hold it back, and went out directly, and scolded coquettishly: "Senior, if you have something, just say it, what is it deep!" ”

"You can't take this coffin out of Jinling. Unless ......"

The Archer finally spoke, his deep tone non-negotiable, "Help me save a patient." ”

"Save whom? I Miao Weixian saves people and cooks for people, and it is a principle to pay attention to fate. ”

"Really? The one lying in the coffin, is it enough fate? ”

"Fang Yan? Don't save! Don't save, don't save, don't save! ”

Miao Weixian refused directly without thinking about it! shouted four "don't save" in a row.

As soon as she thought that Fang Yan was the son of Fang Wenshui's bastard, she couldn't help but be angry.

Although I have already seen Tai Sui Fang Yan, I probably know what the ontological Fang Yan looks like. Although I really like this tender little fresh meat, the principle problem must not be broken!

Want my sister to save Fang Yan?

No way, just die! The sooner you die, the better!