Chapter 117: Host, Are You Calling Me?

For the sake of torture, of course.

This is also Long Xun's hatred of a single night.

Plenty of hope.

And at the last moment of hope, it was brutally extinguished.

What could be more enjoyable?

Long Xun thought that he had calculated the death period of a single night, and the first move was not a fatal move.

One move and death.

That's too cheap for a single night.

He wants to catch Shan Wanwan, peel the skin and cramp, and slowly torture to death.

He also had to imprison Shan Wanwan's soul and let her see how he found Mo Ruoruo and then forcibly possessed Mo Ruoruo.

Even if it's dead.

Nor will he let the soul rest in peace.

It's really vicious.

Pity.

He did a lot of calculations, but he didn't calculate anything, and there was still a hole card on a single night, the seven-color treasure umbrella.

At this time, it also reflects the weakness of the seven-color treasure light umbrella.

As long as the other party does not show killing intent, the seven-colored treasure light umbrella will always be the same, calmly lying in the Qiankun bag of a single night, doing nothing.

This is also the reason why Shan Wanwan didn't realize the danger until the moment Long Xun made his move.

And because it was not a fatal move, the seven-colored treasure light umbrella didn't even shoot in time to resist.

When the hatred of Long Xun, carried by an arrow, penetrated Shan Wanwan's pipa bone and trapped her, everything was over.

There was a pain in his chest on the night of the night, and his body was uncontrollably pushed back, and the two infatuated flowers that were making the final comparison in his hands were clenched tightly and refused to let go.

Wait until Shan Wanwan falls to his knees.

One of Long Xun's legs followed.

The black boots, embroidered with the unique logo of the Tanglin Dragon family, stomped on the ground on the head of Shan Wanwan.

As if disgusting this was not enough, he crushed it a few times, as if he was crushing an ant.

But it's also.

In the single night of the Qi refining period, in the eyes of Long Xun in the Jindan period, isn't it just an ant that can provoke you?

But even ants still have the instinct to steal life.

"You, if you dare to kill me...... Hidden, Hidden Mountain Sect, won't let you go! ”

Shan Wanwan was trampled under the feet of Long Xun, and said with a painful pant.

Long Xun has seen a single night.

Even if she didn't know it before, she opened the chaotic sky aya on her body at this time, and she also knew.

"Don't let me go?"

Long Xun snorted coldly.

He used force under his feet to crush Shan Wanwan again.

"Then you people from the Hidden Mountain Sect have to find me!"

He wears a mask and never shows his true face.

Out of the secret realm, as long as he changes his identity, or pushes a scapegoat out.

And who knows it's him?

Scold!

All of this had already been arranged when he wanted to take down Mo Ruoruo.

Even the scapegoats were prepared.

Half of his face was trampled into the dirt by Long Xun.

The broken branches of the love flower scratched her face, and the blood flowed down the wound, and the pain was so painful that physiological tears fell one night and night.

And the sound of the bones being misaligned.

You don't have to look at it, you know every night that she is disfigured.

Damn it!

Dead scum dragon Xun!

dared to ruin her appearance.

As the saying goes: "Those who disgrace me will not share the sky!" ”

This moment.

Shan Wanwan went crazy for this uncommon hatred.

Just listen to her deep inside, frantically shouting the name of the system.

System!

System!!

System!!!

You get the hell out of here!!!!

Ever since I got the moon crystal, I was happy to go offline system, and for a moment it seemed to sense something, I suddenly shuddered, hurriedly said goodbye to my friend Zero, and went online urgently.

As soon as he was online, he didn't have time to see the situation around him clearly, so he asked urgently.

"Host, are you calling me?"