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Just listening to this familiar voice, Bailihong makeup has already known that people are Jun Lingqi and Xiaosha dance.
However, these two people appear here, but they are not at all strange.
When I heard the indifference of the emperor, Jun Lingxiao chuckled. "At this point, we have reached a consensus."
"That depends on who we are dying first, and another person can be free."
Emperor Beibei turned over the scorpion, and the fascinating eyes of the dark and deep eyes reveal the brilliance of cold and sultry.
He doesn't like to take the trouble to find someone, but the existence of the other party has threatened his family, so he only has to die.
Taking advantage of such a North Emperor, Jun Ling's heart was not surprised by the cause, only to feel that it was not seen for a while, and there seems to be some change in Emperor Beibei.
When I saw Emperor Beibei in the past, there was no need to say more about the hatred between the two sides. Emperor Beibei also wanted to understand his life, but this kind of heartfelt and decisive is never before. own.
At least he can clearly feel that Emperor Beibei’s killing of himself is stronger than before.
"That must be based on the ability." Jun Lingyi eased his inner feelings. In the presence of so many people, he could not show a little bit of jealousy.
After everyone saw the celebrity confrontation between the emperor and the monarch, the heart was secretly sighed. The hatred between the two men was really deeper and deeper.
Maybe in this ancient battlefield, I am afraid that only one person left to live alive.
The gaze of the bleak dance has been tightly locked on the body of the hundred-mile red makeup. This woman is her obstacle, her heart knot.
Even if Master once told her, don't keep it in mind, otherwise the other party will become their own magic barrier, but the various things that have happened in the past few years have made it impossible for her to ignore it. Even the red makeup has become her efforts. The power of cultivation.
But when she rises half-heartedly, she will have a hundred-mile red makeup in her mind, and she will bite her teeth and continue to practice.
Only by killing the hundred-mile red makeup can she erase all this humiliating thing.
The red makeup of Baili also feels the gaze of the sorrowful dance. In fact, since she robbed the position of the bright saint, every gaze dance seems to be more full of hatred than before.
It seems that this woman is really hating her own.
In the face of the sorrowful teeth, the red makeup is a smile.
She naturally knows what the heart of the bleak dance thinks, but it is one thing to think about it. Whether it can be done is another matter.
She did not have the idea of underestimating the enemy. She knew that with Shu Yu’s guidance, the strength of Xiaosha Dance and Jun Ling’s promotion was very fast, but she never succumbed to arrogance. This time they have never slacked off in cultivation.
She believes that even if there is a confrontation, the other party will definitely not be able to discuss it.
"Would you like this woman to look at my master with this kind of gaze that I want to eat every time?" Xiaohe looked at the bleak dance with disgust. "Eye is almost smashed."
The bleak dance looks stiff and the face is dark. "You shut me up, believe it or not, when I get it, take the root bamboo stick and tie you up and cook it?"
When the words came out, Xiao Hei suddenly fried his hair. "Is it by you? I will cook you almost when I am, or will we try?"
The bleak dance snorted. "What kind of master is there, what kind of contract beast, a virtue! It is disgusting!"