The purple-eyed tiger instinctively felt that the gaze that fell on him was a little hot, and before he could react, he had been thrown out with his ears.

"Hey, aren't you going to die?" Luo Li still wanted to argue with him, but now he couldn't say a word. The small body was tightly protected by the dazzling red clothes of the Northern Night.

"Where did the little white face come from, it's a pity!" Leng Wuxin just looked at the face of the Northern Night, and he had already begun to describe in his heart what kind of sultry scenery this big red robe would be after it was torn.

It's a pity that those who trespass on my Heartless Palace can only die!

"Let's go!" With a wave of his wide sleeves in the Northern Night, Luo Li was swept into a whirling wind.

"I'm not leaving......" It's a pity that Luo Li doesn't have a choice at all.

"Stop them for the palace master!" Leng Wuxin was a little irritable, originally this little white face was a bit of a posture, don't play to death too easily, but now it seems that he is a little ignorant.

"Just you?" The teleportation array of the Northern Styx can be easily stopped by anyone.

"Stinky boy, the palace master's subordinates don't kill the nameless ghost, and give you the last chance to leave your name!" Leng Wuxin doesn't have such a good temperament.

"You, no, worthy!" Before the words fell, the Northern Styx had already made a move, and according to Luo Li's girl's temper, if she couldn't bring those children back quickly, maybe she would do something stupid.

"Okay, if you want to die, the palace master will fulfill you today." Before Leng Wuxin could summon the "magic sound", he was choked by something damn about it.

"Hmmm......"

The palace people were thinking about stepping forward to rescue, but they saw that Leng Wuxin's neck was being wrapped around an extremely thin silk thread, as long as the man in red gently hooked his fingers, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"What do you want?" Leng Wuxin hates this kind of threat the most.

"Let go!" The Northern Darkness looked coldly at the palace people of the Heartless Palace.

"Haven't you already sent people away, hmm......" A string of blood beads floated on Leng Wuxin's jade neck.

"Don't hurry up yet, release people!" Leng Wuxin began to be afraid, this madman just needed a little more strength, and his head was afraid that he would move.

Isn't it just a bunch of waste, what if the palace master lets them go today, just catch them again tomorrow.

"At your request, the palace master has now released people, and you can also let go of the palace master." Leng Wuxin was out of breath when he saw it, and what was even worse was that he was fixed here by this madman for most of the hour and didn't dare to move, and his neck was almost stiff!

"When did Benjun say that he would let you go?" The end of the night in the north raised and hooked his little finger casually.

"You, you ......" backtracked. Leng Wuxin could feel the taste of the silk thread entering the flesh, and saw that it was about to cut through the vital point.

"Whatever you want, the palace master will fulfill you, including me......" The position of the palace master.

I almost vomited out the overnight meal in the northern dark night, who gave this person the courage of the ugly poisonous woman, just by her, she didn't deserve to lift shoes for Benjun.

"Want to live?" The Northern Darkness approached Leng Wuxin condescendingly.

Leng Wuxin had to kneel on the ground with the pressure of the silk thread. Crawled in front of the North Styx like a dog, pulling at the robes of the North Styx.

"I beg you to ignore the villain's mistakes and spare the life of the palace master."

The Northern Styx slashed down with a palm, only cutting off the robe that had just been torn coldly, and then dropped two words.

"Darkness." Not only for Luo Li's girl, but also for the sake of Luo Li, Bei Ming Ye also wanted to know what kind of organization this "dark underworld" was.

Leng Wuxin suddenly sat on the ground and smiled bitterly. was about to bite his tongue and kill himself, but he was pried open by a dried fish.

"You can die, and these palace people of yours, Benjun believes that some of them are naturally willing to speak!" Bei Ming Ye took out a brocade to wipe the fishy smell on his hands. Suddenly, I received a frost-free transmission of thousands of miles.

Leng Wuxin stumbled and collapsed to the ground, looking at the figure that had long since disappeared.

"This palace wants him not to die well!"

The palace people hurriedly stepped forward to help Leng Wuxin up, but they were slapped out by Leng Wuxin with a palm, and they were forced to work out one by one.

"Why don't you go quickly, and get those stinky girls back for the palace master."

The palace people were busy going down to prepare.

"And that little white face and that little prostitute, the main palace will personally break their bodies into ten thousand pieces!"

"Xin'er is really a big temper, and it hasn't changed at all over the years!"

Leng Wuxin turned his head suddenly, and with a look of his eyes, he motioned to these waste palace people, don't hurry up and get down.

"Brother Luo, why are you here?" Leng Wuxin hurriedly lifted the collar up, carefully sorted out the image, poured a cup of tea casually, and handed it to the masked man with honey.

"The deity still thinks that the deity is not welcome in the heart." The masked man only took the hot tea, but he was not in a hurry to drink it, but pulled Leng Wuxin in his arms with all his might. With a slight movement of his fingers, he peeled off the button at Leng Wuxin's neckline and dropped it to the ground.

"Don't move!"

Leng Wuxin subconsciously wanted to cover the hideous wound, but he was still seen by the masked man. A chill came from his neck, first with a burst of unbearable pain, and then quickly became numb.

"That's it!"

Before Leng Wuxin could covet this warm embrace, he saw that the masked man was already sitting on the main seat, his fingers twisting the rim of the cup.

The "Dark ......" masked man just mentioned it casually, and knelt down in a hurry.

"Brother Luo, don't worry, Xin'er didn't say a word."

The masked man got up and helped Leng Wuxin up, and there was a little more tenderness in his eyes.

If you had uttered half a word, you would have been a dead man by now!