Beastly Fēi that Go Against the Heaven: Coerced by the Huáng Shū

"Isn't the identity?" Yan Chen's eyes are full of tyrannical colors. If this **** man took the clouds away, now he has had the opportunity to sit on the rank of the high priest, as long as he married the saint, that is him. The most holy woman in my heart is defiled by the worldly.

So shameful, how can I tolerate it! ?

Yan Chen suddenly stood up, his eyes full of tyrannical killings, silently stepping out of the room, and after a while he found his two confidants, inside the dimly lit room, three people sitting opposite each other, severe dust Slowly spread the picture on the table.

"The murderer who smothered the murder of the saints found it." Yan Chen said coldly: "Two days later, the evil person in the west of the city will escape to the Valley of the Gods. This time we must fulfill the will of the king of the saints and kill the wicked. Wash the shame of my saints with the blood of the wicked."

"Yes!" The two disciples, who heard the words, suddenly became hot, and their eyes were full of justice, and they should be calm.

"You go to hire a killer to set up an ambush in the west of the city. This time, you must not let this wicked escape." Yan Chen’s eyes are full of bloodthirsty light, and the cold mouth said: "The five elders are working hard for those who are looking for different things." This matter does not need to inform him. If the elders personally go out, they will not let the wicked escape."

"Yes." The two men heard a slight glimpse, and they knew that the two elders had always been inconsistent. At this moment, they listened to the slightest meal in their hearts, but they still squatted and said yes.

The indoor candle burning, no one knows, a shocking plot to assassination is coming, no one thought that the six elders of the saints had turned out to be the man of the favorite saint. Over the years, this is not to be unwilling Still resentment, the accumulation of accumulation over time.

Nowadays, it is an excellent venting vent.

"The master, everything is done." Within a dark cellar, Nalan Yue asked the faint opening of the belt and said: "Is the poisonous person coming?"

"The subordinates have already sent letters." The shadow on the ground was all right.

"Very good, then I'm waiting to watch the show." Nalan Yue casually faded the black cover that was covered, a transparent shirt on his body, raised his hand and took the wineglass on one side, looking at the glass. The ripples of green ripples, the faint opening said: "Jing Yue, I have to look at this time, how long can you hide this difference?"

"Ha ha ha..." The resounding inside the mantle is the cold and full of murderous laughter. Nalan Yue raised his hand and drank the drink in his hand, and the breath of his head turned out to be a touch of green, and everyone was surprised.

The day in the palace was one day and one day, and it was a day of Qingge’s departure. When Jingzhan went to the medical doctor’s valley for treatment, this morning, Jingyue began to go to Xiangfu, and Xiao Yu naturally accompanied him. Looking at Jingzhan in the carriage, accompanied by the way out of the city gate, Jing Yue was reluctant to stop.

Jingyue Jingyue looked at Jingzhan and was helped to sit on the carriage. Some of his heart was sour. Jingzhan looked at the feelings of Jingyue’s worries. He raised his hand and touched the head of Jingyue and said, “Go to the temple to cure the disease. It’s a good thing, the moon doesn’t have to worry about it.”

"Hey..." Jingyue screamed and screamed. The moment the staring at Jingzhan, the heart couldn’t help but feel a little painful. It seemed to feel a little flustered, but it disappeared too quickly. Jing Yue is somewhat unclear.