It's good to have you buried in the next year 8

Jiuyin's expression is calm and indifferent, his eyes are open, and Wushuang's eyes are as if looking at a dead person:

"You quack doctors in Nanyang are also worthy of comparison with me? Spies? Just rely on him? They are also qualified to make me work hard to build such a big situation? Do you think I really want to cure his disease!"

what does she say!

She actually said that she didn't want to help her master at all? Wushuang was about to laugh at her shamelessness.

however--

Just as Jiuyin said this sentence, no one noticed that Nan Yuechen's face became cold for a while.

Wushuang twisted her eyebrows in pain, her eyes flushed at Jiuyin, hatred was revealed in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth were ironic.

Jiuyin's backhand is another slap that slaps Wushuang back far away.Suddenly, his cheeks are red and swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the five bright red fingerprints are particularly eye-catching.

Yefeng: ...Wori, what a cruel woman!

Nan Yuechen's eyes narrowed slightly, and the handsome face of the ghost swordsman collapsed tightly, his eyes locked on the figure of Jiuyin, and his whole body exuded a dangerous breath:

In front of him, the person who beat him, this woman is really bold!

Wushuang shook his dizzy head, feeling that the line of sight in front of him was blurred by a slap.

Wori hastily, she was beaten again!

This demon girl actually dared to beat her!

Wushuang's eyes were stained with anger, and he could no longer care about the disparity between the strengths of the two sides.After a second, he was transported to the palm of his hand and hit Jiuyin's chest.

Fuck you second uncle!

With a cold face, Jiuyin raised his foot domineeringly, and kicked Wushuang to the ground with a bang.

Night wind: "..."

He must be blind, he wants to be quiet, because such a turning point will happen to Mao...

"Li Jiuyin! You are fine!"

Nan Yuechen's face was full of smiles, and his face like a knife was dazzling.His ink hair was slightly raised, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and the slightly raised sword eyebrows expressed his anger at the moment.

Jiuyin stretched out her foot and stepped on Wushuang's chest, so casually stepping Wushuang's eyeballs on the ground made her unable to move at all.

After hearing Nan Yuechen's voice, Jiuyin turned his head and his eyes were indifferent: "You don't want to be pierced again, this hall does not mind killing you first!

"Do you really think that a few hidden guards in your district can hurt this temple? A prince is also worthy of presumptuous in front of the temple! If you want to kill you, the temple is enough to take your life, don't you regard patience as your arrogant figure. That's it!"

Words fall!

There was dead silence all around, and there were a few slight gasping noises in the dark.

Hidden Guards: This woman is so awesome... She is so confident that she is going to heaven.

Nan Yuechen's deep eyes shot with cold light, and the breath of the whole body dropped to the extreme.The sculpture-like face was somber and suffocating in the moment, and a slight sneer appeared in the thin and cold lips.

Ye Feng: "..." I am most afraid of the sudden silence of the air.

No frost: "....."

"Yefeng, let him know if this king has any arrogant postures!" A cold voice full of magnetism sounded, and Nan Yue was full of dust and cold, and the ink hair hanging down lightly, a face that was ingenious and unparalleled. .

To tell the truth, look at the arrogant figure in front of him.

Ye Feng really wanted to back down...Is there no resistance to subduing Wushuang without seeing her?

"There is always a delusion of mental retardation that kills the main hall."

Jiuyin's gaze stayed on Ye Feng, Bai Zhe's jade hand turned lightly, and his fingertips flicked at Ye Feng.

Between her two fingers, a white chess suddenly appeared and approached Ye Feng's forehead.

The distance between the two sides is close at hand, and Ye Feng can clearly feel the pressure from the ancient times getting closer and closer to him.

When the sun was shining, the white chess was shining like jade, as dazzling as a peerless treasure, and it hurt his eyes.

Ye Feng's pupils shrank violently, astonished, and the tips of his fingers holding the sword hilt turned white.