Chapter 20

Let night Qingluo pay attention to him, not his handsome appearance, but his pair of mysterious and restrained eyes.

Deep as ink, people can not see through his emotions at a glance.

Night Qingluo quickly approached him, the people on both sides, one by one to avoid, separated the road.

Only the man, leisurely and contentedly shaking the folding fan, stood still.

Night Qingluo close to him, plain hand a probe, fingertips have been the man's hands of the folding fan: "childe, lend me a use!"

That folding fan feels very good.

Night Qing fell on the tip of the finger to play a few times, but also very handy.

"Good! Seven younger sister, how can you be worthy of your identity as a little patriarch? Since you are so unruly, don't blame the elder sister's merciless Night light that piece of flowery jade small face, already showed a slight twist of the potential.

If the first whip, night clear fall can avoid, it is likely to be good luck.

So the second whip It's impossible to escape by luck alone!

Her magic whip never fails!

No one can escape from the illusion she created!

When did little bitches become so powerful?

Looking at the night clear down that pair of bloodthirsty attractive eyes, the night clear back, suddenly a cool, forehead has exuded a few drops of cold sweat.

She was afraid.

The object of her fear The night is clear.

Always proud of the night, how can not admit that they have a sense of fear of a waste.

Xuanqi a shock, in the hands of the whip is ruthless straight down.

At the bottom of my eyes, the killing is rampant.

"Does the elder sister know that I am the little patriarch?" Night Qingluo sneer, this time did not avoid, fingertip toggle folding fan, face-to-face.

Her footwork is extremely weird, and can accurately calculate the arc of the soft whip at night, as well as the position of the whip, and skillfully avoid the attack of the soft whip.

People can only see a red silhouette, such as a magnificent sunset, flash away.

In the blink of an eye, the feather fan in the night Qingluo's hand, opens and closes, gathers together, directly winds up the soft whip in the night Qingqian's hand.

The soft whip straightened between the two.

"The night is clear!" Night clear shallow unbelievable big eyes, wrist force, want to draw back the soft whip.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get the whip back.

This How could that be possible?

"Elder sister, don't worry. It's a good show This is just the beginning

Immediately, I saw the night clear, plain hands dancing, the folding fan in the hand, as if with self-consciousness.

When she releases the handle of the fan, the folding fan will automatically rotate. Like a fan, it will rotate rapidly and wrap the whip completely on the handle.

A two meter long soft whip was suddenly rolled up and only half of it was left.

The folding fan continued to rotate, winding to night qingshallow persistent whip head, a strong force, forced night qingshallow had to loosen the soft whip.

Soft whip from night Qingqian's hand, night Qing fell out of the palm, folding fan actually automatically returned to her palm.

"Elder sister, this weapon is really good. It's of the highest level." Night Qingluo fingertip caresses in the soft whip on the folding fan, a purple light, Yingying flash.

Supreme?

The people's eyes shine and stare at the soft whip for a moment.

If you can't use the supreme weapons, you can have a good time!

"Seven sisters..." The night is clear and shallow, the heart suddenly panicked, the voice trembles.

Before he had finished speaking, he saw a black shadow on his face.

"Ah --"

a shrill scream came from the shallow mouth of the night.

Her hands covered her face, and blood seeped from between her fingers.

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