Chapter 2539

Finger, touch Miao Rongrong, there is a fist about the distance.

Behind me, I feel the change and fluctuation of the air flow.

She didn't look back.

On the contrary, the corners of the mouth provoked the smile of the evil and sycophants, which had some meaning of mockery.

"Whoosh -"

only one sound can be heard. It is extremely slight, and something cuts through the air.

Immediately, it is Miao Yixiong's painful murmur.

She frowned slightly.

I didn't feel the sense of crisis that was coming towards her in my imagination.

I was just about to look back.

She has a keen ear.

That is about to touch Miao Rongrong's hand, five fingers suddenly a shake, a red feather fan, suddenly unfolded in her palm.

"Qiang Qiang --"

the sound of weapons collision is extremely clear.

The night clear falls in the hand's swallow flame fan, coincidentally blocked, a sharp dagger.

She slightly raised her eyes, on the pair of Miao Rongrong full of shock, unbelievable eyes.

The night clear falls, the eye is like the torch, the straight line looks into Miao Rongrong's eye socket.

Long and narrow eyes, overflow meaningful smile.

But

Miao Rongrong clearly looked at the capital, but the radian of the girl's lips was chilly and chilly.

"You..."

She opened her mouth in surprise, unable to believe that the night fell in the face of her dying man, can maintain such a keen response.

I can't believe that his infallible plan was seen through by the night.

"Unexpected?" Night Qingluo chuckle, the voice is flat, the face is still clear and beautiful.

But the more like this, the more Miao Rongrong's heart, as if it was to be torn to pieces.

It's frightening and frightening.

Night clear fall continues to smile, five fingers move.

The handle in the hand is like the flame general red feather fan, turns in the palm.

Miao Rongrong only felt that the hand holding the dagger felt a sharp pain.

The dagger in her hand fell on her bed.

At the same time, the night Qingluo closes the flame swallowing fan, and a sharp blade slides out of the fan handle.

Cold sharp, shining the edge of the cold cold cold, stuck on Miao Rongrong's neck.

Immediately, the night clear falls, the side eye, looked to behind.

Sure enough, Miao Yixiong is lying on the ground, spitting blood.

And Emperor Mo Xuan, noble and elegant standing aside, such as Mo Yao's deep eyes, deeply staring at her.

See her side eyes.

The soft lines on the hard side of the man.

He has a thin lip and dotes on his eyes.

"You two I know from the beginning that I knew that... " Miao Yixiong coughed and his mouth was still overflowing with blood. He staggered to his feet.

"Well, we know." Night Qingluo tilted his head, between the eyebrows an elegant smile, "with you, but want to see you, can play what high-level pattern."

After a pause, her smile became scornful, sneering and pulling the corners of her mouth: "but I'm very disappointed. Your moves are too low. "

Miao Yixiong's face is iron green, full of Yin Li, which has half of the previous kindness.

It's ferocious, twisted, horrible.

Night Qingluo looked down, pale, unable to believe the results of the plan completely contrary to the results of Miao Rongrong, she moved the hands of the flame fan.

The sharp blade marks Miao Rongrong's neck.

Blood, gushing out.

Miao Rongrong was so frightened that she shrank and her eyes widened. She was terrified, but she didn't dare to open her mouth.

"What does Miao Yixiong want to do?" Ye Qingluo looks at emperor Mo Xuan and Miao Yixiong standing shakily. He is curious about their plans.

"Under the Gu." The man spoke quietly.

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