After a long time, Zhao Wanxi began to doubt whether yexiaotian had been driven away, and began to worry. Finally, something happened.
First there was a strange rustle, and then there was a piercing sound of something.
In the end, there were footsteps.
Not light, not heavy, not deliberate, also try not to appear furtive.
The face is familiar, and the wrinkles are full of gloom. Seeing the dress of the night roaring sky, Zhao Wanxi is stunned again.
The colorful hundred cloth clothes are embroidered with complicated patterns.
The top of the head is mainly composed of peacock plumes and feathers of various colors of birds.
In addition, the hand also holds a kind of particularly eye-catching object.
Dimple face, or painted on the mask.
That strange dress, in the eyes of others, may feel strange, even can't help laughing.
But only she knew what the dress meant.
After all, the time of flame island was not for nothing.
"Sacrifice?"
Who does he want to sacrifice?!
It's really an unpleasant memory. When you see this, you can't help thinking of what happened in the ice cellar before.
At the same time, it also aroused Zhao Wanxi's other thoughts.
He tried not to look at the crying women and children on the ground. He looked around alertly.
Can the dress of yexiaotian show that the stone tablet that almost killed her and aroused her great interest is here?
On the other side, there is a silent contest between two men.
Four eyes are opposite, the undercurrent is turbulent, no one has ever said a word more.
Night Xiaotian is resourceful, and his eyebrows and eyes are gloomy. If you look at people more, it will bring endless pressure.
However, this kind of momentum is totally useless when meeting Leng junao.
Ming is so much lighter than yexiaotian next year. He is almost the same as his son, but he is stunned to catch the deliberate pressure.
Even, it can be above it.
This is the arrogant person, the night roaring days used to come from the big reckless, at this time, is Leng Jun Ao a word did not say, also still successfully aroused his anger.
Anger turns to anger.
This one anger, let treacherous right hold victory or defeat.
Xu is in order to make up, night roaring sky complexion a sink, heavily cold hum a.
At that time, Zhao Wanxi's eyes just fell on several thatched cottages.
Standing there for no reason, it was really abrupt. When I thought about whether there was something hidden inside that I could not see, I heard several screams one after another.
Soon, a strong smell of blood came from the thatched cottages.
Although nothing can be seen, it is not difficult to judge what happened just by the sound just now and the blood in the air.
The life of Cao Kan is here?! No matter who died or who hurt, it's arrogant!
There was no calmness at all. Zhao Wanxi couldn't stop her anger. She felt that the man in front of her was really disgusting.
"What do you want to do with the roaring of the night?"
Did not see the obvious change in Leng Jun Ao's unpredictable face, the look of night roaring sky was quite disappointed.
Fortunately, Zhao Wanxi's anger also gave him a response, so she didn't teach him to sing a monologue alone, which was more balanced in her heart.
"Naturally, I want what I want."
The words are back to Zhao Wanxi, but the eyes are fixed on Leng junao's face.
With the remaining light of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Zhao Wanxi, who was full of anger. The deep meaning was self-evident.
With a wave of his hand, he swept the people in maple leaf town who were sluggish.
"These are the people of Nanlin."
"And not only that, but also..."