At this moment, Yun Jitian peeled off all the shells in front of her, and truly contained her into his heart. [Full text reading. 】

The depths of that gentle heart.

The night was thick, the fire was flying down in the sky, and the surrounding was murderous.

And in the center of this murderous aura, Yun Jitian and Luo Yu were like no one around, as if there were only two of them left in the world, only each other.

The wind passes, and the love is flying.

Xiaoyin, who was wearing curly hair on the side, rolled his eyes when he saw this.

When is this coming, I still know me.

I really don't know the sense of crisis, contempt.

Xiaoyin turned around and squatted on Luo Yu's shoulder, and pointed at the two people who kissed each other with P shares, I despise you with P shares.

"King Wangtian, it's actually you." In the midst of the night, a shocking voice pierced the sky from the night, breaking the pure beauty of this moment.

In that formation, the Hellfire Lotus suddenly bloomed with purple light.

With just such an understatement, all of them broke the Hellfire Lotus's attack, and they were all too familiar with such a purple light flying.

In addition to the clouds and the sky that look at the end of the world, who else is there in this Buddha and immortal water.

The patriarch and the others who commanded in the middle of the hermit clan changed their faces suddenly.

It was actually Yun Jitian who came in person, and he came to rob their things in person?

Pecking Luo Yu's lips lightly, Yun Jitian slowly raised his head, and while reaching out to hold Luo Yu tightly in his arms, the gentle expression on his face quickly disappeared.

In its place, there was still a ruthless and murderous voice.

Raising his head, facing the direction where the voice of the patriarch of the Shangyin clan came from, Yun Jitian said with a cold face: "Heavenly Fire Bird, I want it." ”

Domineering and boundless, loud and loud.

In an instant, the entire Hidden Clan's palace, which was shrouded in black qi, was filled with the sound of clouds killing the sky.

The hermit, whether they were busy or vigilant, were stunned by the sound of Yun Killing the Sky, and at the same time, their anger rose violently.

"King Wangtian, are you opening your mouth wide? You said you wanted to, where did you put my hermit? The Hidden Patriarch's face instantly distorted.

The other elders of the Yin Clan who rushed to the four corners of the palace also had hideous faces.

"Where is it placed? If you have the ability, you can grab it back. ”