Blood Kill gritted his teeth and glared at Murong Feng, this evil stinky girl.

Murong Feng saw that he still didn't speak, and the dagger continued to pick his collar, and he saw that his face was getting redder and redder, he was really an innocent young man.

"Even if you die, I have a way to get out, but it takes a little more time, and when I get out, I will kill your master with my own hands, are you sure you want to die here, or go out to protect your master?"

Murong Feng's dagger went down a little more, and he suddenly saw that the skin under his clothes was covered with uneven scars, and none of them were intact.

"Hmm-" Bloodkill let out a sigh of anger as she saw her ugly skin.

Murong Feng's hand on his arm withdrew his strength, and then let go of him.

She knew that he was a protector of the Lord, and after she said that, he would not kill himself again.

"Even if you get out of here, you may not be able to escape the pursuit of your master." Bloody Killing, tugging at his clothes, sneered.

"That's for later." Murong Feng smiled disapprecitately, now she just wants to get out here quickly.

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In the room, Ximen Lan stared straight at Hei Ding on the table, and there was no joy on his face because he had killed Murong Feng.

"Damn stinky girl, you're going to take my best murderous tool when you're dead, damn it!" Ximen Lan stared at Hei Ding viciously and scolded through gritted teeth.

Heiding is a high-level spiritual weapon, and now after being sealed by the secret technique of blood killing, it is estimated that it will not be able to be used again in the future.

Now she has lost not only a good tool for killing, but also a high-level spiritual weapon, no matter how she loses.

As she laughed angrily, a powerful murderous aura suddenly rushed straight towards her.

With a bang, the soft couch on which Ximen Lan was sitting was split into pieces.

After Ximen Lan stood firm, he stared at the tall Mobei Evil in the distance with an ugly face, as well as the black tripod he was holding in his hand!

How did he come here?

Didn't he leave with Murong Feng?

Mo Bei Evil stood straight in the center of the main hall, his eyes as cold as Hell Yama made people tremble, and the powerful terrifying coercion spread out to the surroundings without hesitation.

After he entered, the temperature in the hall instantly froze people.

"Why is the third prince here?" Ximen Lan tried to suppress the unhappiness in his heart and chuckled.

The black tripod was actually taken by him, why did he rob the black tripod.

Could it be that what she just said was listened to by him!

Thinking of this, the smile on Ximen Lan's face could no longer be hung up.

Mo Bei Xie looked at the black tripod in his hand, just now Ximen Lan has been talking to this black tripod, is Feng'er in it?

Originally, Zilian was asked to go back with that fake Murong Feng, and he sneaked into Ximen Lan's palace.

The reason why he knew that Murong Feng was fake and pretended not to know was to let Ximen Lan relax his vigilance and sneak back quietly, wanting to see where Ximen Lan had gotten Feng'er.

If he directly pierced the fake Murong Feng, and then asked Ximen Lan about the whereabouts of the real Feng'er, she would never tell him.

"Find my concubine." Mo Bei Evil held the black tripod tightly, and he could feel that this black tripod was not an ordinary thing.

"Didn't the third prince and the third princess already go back?" Ximen Lan pretended to be surprised.

Mo Bei Xie hooked his thin lips and revealed a grim sneer, "Do you really think that I won't recognize that woman as a fake, Feng'er is in this black ding." ”

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