Chapter 159

"A hundred bones old demon?"

Poetry pupil contraction, face slightly changed, this sounds like a very cruel name ah!

But she thought about it for a long time, but she didn't think there was such a person in the cultivation world.

But no matter what, after a lot of effort, I finally knew the name of the man in front of me. Looking at the white boned cape on the other person's body, it was a good match.

"Well, little girl, are you frightened by my name? Jie Jie, have you ever considered that if you don't want to, I will kill all the people here."

Ning Xiaolei continues to tease the rhyme of poetry, but he wants to see how the girl chooses.

Sure enough, as soon as he said this, Lin Heng and another Yanhuang member unconsciously turned their eyes to the poetic charm.

At present, this strange man has such a strong voice. Maybe he really has the strength.

Whether they live or die depends on the rhyme of poetry.

Poetry obviously did not expect the other side will be so cruel, do not agree to kill.

For a moment, she was in a dilemma, neither agreed nor disagreed.

If she agrees, she will not, but if she does not, the other party will kill, and they may not be able to stop her.

Looking at Shi Yun's anxious face, Ning Xiaolei added a fire and said: "I count to three. If I don't speak, I'll kill. One!"

This word falls, two people of Yan Huang Department immediately frightened, the facial expression instantly becomes pale.

"Poetic rhyme, since you said that you would consider the name of the elder. I think the name of the elder is really loud. Why don't you agree?"

"Yes, yes, poetic rhyme. Our bodies are small, and there are so many innocent ordinary people around us."

To Ning Xiaolei's surprise, Lin Heng and another person from Yanhuang's Department, under his coercion, actually helped to persuade the poetic charm.

Moreover, these two people are extremely shameless. They are obviously afraid of death, but they have to say that they are righteous and awe inspiring, and let the rhyme of poetry be considered by ordinary people.

Of course, the rhyme of poetry knows their thoughts, and says, "Lin Heng, Du yuan, you are shameless."

Ning Xiaolei sneers and shakes his head. Looking at the play in front of him, he says: "two!"

His voice fell, Lin Heng and Du yuan look more flustered, urged: "poetry, you misunderstood us, we are not greedy generation."

"That's right, poetic charm. As a cultivator, you can't be like those secular people. You should marry a powerful person like elder Baigu."

I'm so special!

Ning Xiaolei is laughed by these two goods. He is so shameless that it's OK.

The more so, the more Ning Xiaolei wants to see how the girl will choose.

"Three, well, it's time. What's your choice? Or I'll kill you. "

Ning Xiaolei said that and took a step forward slowly.

This time, Lin Heng and Du yuan were scared to death. Lin Heng screamed, "poetic charm, please promise me!"

Du yuan also followed with panic, anxious: "master, don't worry, poetry will promise you."

Disappointed to see Lin Heng and Du yuan one eye, poetry a bite teeth, face flash a decisive color, not afraid to look at Ning Xiaolei.

"As long as you don't kill me, I'm at your disposal."

With these words, the poem seems to think of the tragic days in the future, and there is a trace of sadness in his eyes.

But she didn't regret it. It was worth saving so many people by herself.

"Jie Jie, I'm joking. I'm a good little girl. I like her very much."

At the moment of poetic despair, she suddenly heard the voice of the "elder" laughing.

Then she was shocked to see that the skeletons on the cloak of the "elder" lit up one by one, and then a black wind rolled up.

In the whistling sound, the black wind rolled the gravel grass leaves and quickly rushed through the blockade line composed of inspectors and disappeared in the eyes of the public.