These youngsters can see through all their attacks and ponder over them as soon as possible, and then they can breed a set of special methods to restrain them.
Understanding and potential are amazing.
Immediately, a cliff man decided to evacuate: "withdraw!"
But unexpectedly, in his word just out of the moment, the face is a cold cold wind hit.
The cliff man had not yet regained his consciousness, and his tight, cold touch was clinging to his neck.
Ear side, is the girl enchanting charm of laughter: "you, who is the person?"
It has always been the same since ancient times that a thief should be caught before a king.
These people do not care about the life and death of their companions, then, only to find out the leader of them!
Sure enough, more than a dozen cliff people who were still alive stopped their attacks and gathered together, staring warily at the direction of night clearing.
The cliff man seemed to have never thought that he would be easily clamped.
The red feather fan on the neck seems to have no killing power, but the people above have specially instructed that you should be careful of the red feather fan in your hands at night.
The cliff people dare not move.
He did not speak, and the night was clear, and he was not impatient.
Calm and indifferent flick finger, red feather fan cut open the rock wall of masquerade of cliff man, cling to his skin, draw a shallow trace.
Blood, oozing out.
"Is there anyone else in the grave?"
"Who should have entered the tomb before us?"
"Damn it, thinking about the tomb and its danger, no one dares to explore it. Last night, no one came to guard it! I didn't expect... "
"Well, let's go and have a look first."
Several voices came from the direction of the entrance to the tomb.
The voice is not small, listening to its emptiness and ethereal.
The night clear falls slightly Zheng under, the eyeground passes a trace fine awn.
Here comes the slayer mercenary!
When night Qingluo was looking at the entrance of the tomb, the cliff man between his wrists, taking advantage of his unprepared, turned his backhand and went straight to his chest.
Immediately, the whole body squatted down.
Night Qingluo is sensitive to the danger and avoids it quickly, which gives the cliff man an opportunity to escape.
But in the blink of an eye, that group of cliff people, then drilled to the entrance of the tomb, disappeared without trace.
"Want to run?"
Qiao Jin's face changed greatly and he was trying to catch up with him.
But at the corner of the tomb, a group of men and horses came out, and Shengsheng intercepted them.
A group of people came, about thirty.
Dressed in blue mercenary regiment.
Before and after the clothing, are embroidered with gold thread big "kill" word.
Standing in the front are two beautiful looking teenagers holding the Pearl of the night.
And then there are three extraordinary people.
Two men and one woman, the expression on the face is almost cold.
The most noticeable thing is that the woman is so beautiful that she is not human at all. If you just look at it, you will fall for it.
After seeing the woman's appearance, the first beauty of Sanquan City, Lanling Nuo, the first beauty in Sanquan City, was completely turned into slag.
The two men, one cold and one hot, looked like the patron saint of women.
"Who are you? Do you know where this is? Who allowed you to come in? " A sharp and insolent voice came from behind the three men.
Night Qingluo and others found that after the two men, there was a pretty girl about 14 or 15 years old.
A series of problems, the direct shelling down, so that the mood is not beautiful Yan Xiaoyi, frown.
"We haven't asked who you are? Do you know where this is? This is the tomb! Is it your family? Are we not allowed in yet? "
"Puchi..."
The teenagers couldn't help laughing.
This is too damaging.
The tomb is her home. Isn't this a clear curse for her death?
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