Chapter 1221

In the hearts of the onlookers, there was a surge like a tide, driving them to do something.

But none of them moved.

They are both metaphysical and have their own weapons.

Very understand the mood of the night clear at this time.

Breaking a xuanzhe's life weapon is equivalent to breaking xuanzhe's life.

Their own weapons of life are broken in their own hands.

As the owner of the life weapon, he wants to find his own weapon.

Don't rely on anyone.

The onlookers remembered what Nangong Lin said just now.

In my heart, I was disgusted by the God class of Xuan college, the first beauty named ziqianqian.

It's just a game.

Ziqianqian, however, has always been aggressive and uses Tianling staff to defeat yeqingluo.

Even destroyed the life weapon of night clearing.

People who are really excessive

It's purple!

The onlookers looked at the stones, their white hands were stained with blood, and their eyes were filled with admiration.

Even if the people who did not have a good feeling for the night before, they all had a feeling of empathy at this time, and their eyes towards the night were much softer.

All this, the night clear falls, has no time to take into account, also did not want to pay attention to.

Her eyes were red, and she searched every corner of the stone.

The Xuanqi in the hand, one hand after another, beat open the broken stone, do not let go of any gap.

Yan Yan fan

I think she has been guarding her fan.

But it was broken in her hands.

Night Qingluo tightly pursed her pink lips, speeding up the speed of her hands.

One hand, about to turn over the stone in front of him.

Before reaching out, I saw a pair of long legs, white and dazzling.

Night Qingluo blankly raised eyes, on a pair of angry peach blossom eyes.

He held out a hand to her, and his face was gloomy: "get up."

"Ah..." Xuanzi has not yet been exported, the sound of night Qingluo suddenly stops.

Her hands, covered by two warm palms.

A light body, people will be forced to pull up.

"Yes, I'm sorry..." The night is clear and falls, the eye socket is slightly moist.

The man's hand gently touched the wound on her hand, bringing a cool touch.

Where he swept, the pain gradually disappeared.

"Know what's wrong?" He lowered his voice, magnetic and deep.

The night clear falls, the eyelid droops lower, nibbles the lower lip: "I did not take good care of the Yan fan, that is you..."

"Wrong." The man directly interrupted her, the voice more and more cold, "follow me back."

This is the first time that emperor Mo Xuan spoke to her with such a tone and expression.

The night clear falls, the eye socket is suffused, inexplicably has a kind of tear surging in the eye socket feeling.

She is not a crying woman.

More precisely, she never shed a tear.

No matter how hard and tired, even if facing death.

She can't cry.

Tears are the symbol of the weak.

But

At this time, Yan Yan fan's breaking, her heart, dun time and space.

The feeling of emptiness complicated her mind.

And Emperor Mo Xuan's attitude, then let her heart that kind of complex emotion, more and more magnified.

Suddenly there was an impulse to cry.

Emperor Mo Xuan watched the night fall quietly for a long time.

Although the night is clear and the head is drooping, the hair that is blown away by the wind shows the red eyes.

His heart, as if by what ferocious prick a needle.

Suddenly, something softened.

For a long time, Emperor Mo Xuan sighed and put his hand on the shoulder of the night. He said in a low voice, "follow me to leave here first."

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