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Qiao Yan ran directly steps, walked to the position of the center of the room, light mouth way: "beam is not gentleman, please come down."
As soon as she spoke, her neck was cold.
Qiao Yanran looked down and found that there was a long knife as thin as a cicada's wing on her neck. The moonlight outside the window poured in, making the whole body of the long knife cold.
"What do you mean?"
Qiao Yanran stretched out her slender index finger and middle finger, understated holding the blade of the long knife, pushed it aside and looked behind her.
It was a tall and straight man.
He was dressed in black night clothes and covered his whole body solidly. He only showed a pair of narrow eyes, with a sense of mystery.
The man's eyes flashed a trace of evil color, and said in a dumb voice: "don't talk nonsense, if you want to live, do as I say! Otherwise, I will separate you now. "
After hearing this, Qiao Yanran hooked his lips.
She said in a low voice: "eight feet tall The smell of blood on the body is a little heavy. It seems that he has been seriously injured. The hand holding the knife trembles slightly. Obviously, his physical strength has been exhausted to the limit.
Cultivation is definitely above level 6
Who are you
After listening to her words, Mo Ling's killing intention is revealed in her eyes.
The other party may not know his identity now, but as soon as he goes out tomorrow, he will know That person has to die.
If he's soft handed for a while, he's afraid that he'll sneak out when the other party finds a chance, and exchange his information for Lingshi.
Mo Ling has already seen the wanted order in the city.
The city leader has lost money.
Over the past month, he has fought hundreds of battles, big and small, with new and old wounds all over his body. The loss of his energy and spiritual power has reached the limit.
Like a tight bow, has been pulled to the extreme!
If you pull down, the bowstring will break! Although he is a seven level master, he can't help such a high-intensity wheel fight.
These people are crazy for the reward.
Of course, he is now seriously damaged, but it's more than enough to kill a first-class little waste.
Mo Ling wants to wipe her neck with a knife.
Qiao Yan Ran saw his action, faint smile.
If she doesn't have 100% of the confidence to win the other party, she will not say anything. Instead, she will cooperate with the other party honestly and stabilize the person first.
You don't want to die?
Qiao Yanran two scallion white fingers, clamping knife.
Mo Ling is exerting all his strength, and the long sword in his hand can't advance any more!
"Let go. The knife is too dangerous for you to play with." Qiao Yanran backhand, will Mo Ling in the hand of the long knife took over, back in the position behind.
The original major is only one level.
But now she's in the original owner's body, and her physical foundation has been greatly improved. It's no problem to deal with opponents within the fourth level.
Although Mo Ling seems to have seven levels of cultivation, the loss is too serious. It's good for him to have three levels of cultivation.
Dead silence.
Mo Ling deeply looked at her one eye, just about to snatch the door to escape, Qiao Yanran directly put it on his shoulder.
"Stop."
Mo Ling was slightly stiff.
This time, it's really on the steel plate.
In his heyday of cultivation, he came to Xi mansion to clean up. Of course, the main reason was that he was short of money.
At that time, Mo Ling remembered the plan of Xi's mansion.
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Qiao Yan ran directly steps, walked to the position of the center of the room, light mouth way: "beam is not gentleman, please come down."
As soon as she spoke, her neck was cold.
Qiao Yanran looked down and found that there was a long knife as thin as a cicada's wing on her neck. The moonlight outside the window poured in, making the whole body of the long knife cold.
"What do you mean?"
Qiao Yanran stretched out her slender index finger and middle finger, understated holding the blade of the long knife, pushed it aside and looked behind her.
It was a tall and straight man.
He was dressed in black night clothes and covered his whole body solidly. He only showed a pair of narrow eyes, with a sense of mystery.
The man's eyes flashed a trace of evil color, and said in a dumb voice: "don't talk nonsense, if you want to live, do as I say! Otherwise, I will separate you now. "
After hearing this, Qiao Yanran hooked his lips.
She said in a low voice: "eight feet tall The smell of blood on the body is a little heavy. It seems that he has been seriously injured. The hand holding the knife trembles slightly. Obviously, his physical strength has been exhausted to the limit.
Cultivation is definitely above level 6
Who are you
After listening to her words, Mo Ling's killing intention is revealed in her eyes.
The other party may not know his identity now, but as soon as he goes out tomorrow, he will know That person has to die.
If he's soft handed for a while, he's afraid that he'll sneak out when the other party finds a chance, and exchange his information for Lingshi.
Mo Ling has already seen the wanted order in the city.
The city leader has lost money.
Over the past month, he has fought hundreds of battles, big and small, with new and old wounds all over his body. The loss of his energy and spiritual power has reached the limit.
Like a tight bow, has been pulled to the extreme!
If you pull down, the bowstring will break! Although he is a seven level master, he can't help such a high-intensity wheel fight.
These people are crazy for the reward.
Of course, he is now seriously damaged, but it's more than enough to kill a first-class little waste.
Mo Ling wants to wipe her neck with a knife.
Qiao Yan Ran saw his action, faint smile.
If she doesn't have 100% of the confidence to win the other party, she will not say anything. Instead, she will cooperate with the other party honestly and stabilize the person first.
You don't want to die?
Qiao Yanran two scallion white fingers, clamping knife.
Mo Ling is exerting all his strength, and the long sword in his hand can't advance any more!
"Let go. The knife is too dangerous for you to play with." Qiao Yanran backhand, will Mo Ling in the hand of the long knife took over, back in the position behind.
The original major is only one level.
But now she's in the original owner's body, and her physical foundation has been greatly improved. It's no problem to deal with opponents within the fourth level.
Although Mo Ling seems to have seven levels of cultivation, the loss is too serious. It's good for him to have three levels of cultivation.
Dead silence.
Mo Ling deeply looked at her one eye, just about to snatch the door to escape, Qiao Yanran directly put it on his shoulder.
"Stop."
Mo Ling was slightly stiff.
This time, it's really on the steel plate.
In his heyday of cultivation, he came to Xi mansion to clean up. Of course, the main reason was that he was short of money.
At that time, Mo Ling remembered the plan of Xi's mansion.
Qiao Yan ran directly steps, walked to the position of the center of the room, light mouth way: "beam is not gentleman, please come down." As soon as she spoke, her neck was cold. Qiao Yanran looked down and found that there was a long knife as thin as a cicada's wing on her neck. The moonlight outside the window poured in, making the whole body of the long knife cold. "What do you mean?" Qiao Yanran stretched out her slender index finger and middle finger, understated holding the blade of the long knife, pushed it aside and looked behind her. It was a tall and straight man. He was dressed in black night clothes and covered his whole body solidly. He only showed a pair of narrow eyes, with a sense of mystery. The man's eyes flashed a trace of evil color, and said in a dumb voice: "don't talk nonsense, if you want to live, do as I say! Otherwise, I will separate you now. " After hearing this, Qiao Yanran hooked his lips. She said in a low voice: "eight feet tall The smell of blood on the body is a little heavy. It seems that he has been seriously injured. The hand holding the knife trembles slightly. Obviously, his physical strength has been exhausted to the limit. Cultivation is definitely above level 6 Who are you After listening to her words, Mo Ling's killing intention is revealed in her eyes. The other party may not know his identity now, but as soon as he goes out tomorrow, he will know That person has to die. If he's soft handed for a while, he's afraid that he'll sneak out when the other party finds a chance, and exchange his information for Lingshi. Mo Ling has already seen the wanted order in the city. The city leader has lost money. Over the past month, he has fought hundreds of battles, big and small, with new and old wounds all over his body. The loss of his energy and spiritual power has reached the limit. Like a tight bow, has been pulled to the extreme! If you pull down, the bowstring will break! Although he is a seven level master, he can't help such a high-intensity wheel fight. These people are crazy for the reward. Of course, he is now seriously damaged, but it's more than enough to kill a first-class little waste. Mo Ling wants to wipe her neck with a knife. Qiao Yan Ran saw his action, faint smile. If she doesn't have 100% of the confidence to win the other party, she will not say anything. Instead, she will cooperate with the other party honestly and stabilize the person first. You don't want to die? Qiao Yanran two scallion white fingers, clamping knife. Mo Ling is exerting all his strength, and the long sword in his hand can't advance any more! "Let go. The knife is too dangerous for you to play with." Qiao Yanran backhand, will Mo Ling in the hand of the long knife took over, back in the position behind. The original major is only one level. But now she's in the original owner's body, and her physical foundation has been greatly improved. It's no problem to deal with opponents within the fourth level. Although Mo Ling seems to have seven levels of cultivation, the loss is too serious. It's good for him to have three levels of cultivation. Dead silence. Mo Ling deeply looked at her one eye, just about to snatch the door to escape, Qiao Yanran directly put it on his shoulder. "Stop." Mo Ling was slightly stiff. This time, it's really on the steel plate. In his heyday of cultivation, he came to Xi mansion to clean up. Of course, the main reason was that he was short of money. At that time, Mo Ling remembered the plan of Xi's mansion.
