Chapter 2193

"I I was wrong... "

"Lord Murong..."

"All It's all my fault... "

"I talk like crazy..."

"You You spare me, I I don't want to die I don't want to die... "

Shan Jue, the young master of Qiyao Pavilion, shivered his lips and was covered with blood and sweat. The whole person was in a state of extreme panic.

If you give him a chance to choose again, he may not have set foot on this warship at all

Click

A bone crack came again

I saw the head of Shan Jue, the head of Shao Pavilion master of Qiyao Pavilion, landed directly

That pair of eyes stare extremely, seem to be in show oneself in the heart extremely not reconciled

But at this moment, even if it is no longer willing, it can only choose to bear in silence

"The young master of Qiyao Pavilion maliciously slandered my bishop. Now he has been killed by him!"

"My bishop is taking you to Guangming university to participate in the enrollment examination! I wanted to have a good journey, but some people just want to do something! "

"In the future, if my bishop hears such nonsense again, he will be punished severely."

The words of Murong, the Archbishop of the third grade Cardinal of the first-class alliance of light, gradually gathered in his eyes. During his speech, the cold color became more and more intense, with a kind of biting pressure, as if he could wrap and swallow people in an instant.

At the moment, how dare the surrounding people who eat melons dare to be a little disrespectful? They fell into silence.

Shan Jue, the head of Shaoge in Qiyao Pavilion, is an example

Now this guy is dead. To speak of, his father is still a saint. The Archbishop of Murong has not given any face. If it were them, would they not have killed him directly every minute?

Now it's a gesture to save the dog's life

Standing on the side of Qingtian Holy Land Light Alliance Temple God Zijing war has been scared legs soft.

He was also involved in this matter just now

This time, Fang fan broke his arms and stopped a little

Just now he was just a little patient. Otherwise, I'm afraid that he would go to make trouble with that young master of Qiyao Pavilion, Shan Jue

If they did, they would end up in the same way

At the thought of this place, the young master of Qiyao pavilion was covered with cold sweat all over his body. At the moment, he was completely wet through his clothes and could not speak to himself.

It is difficult to express the fear in my heart.

Now I can only shiver to express my helplessness and speechlessness

"Fang fan, come with me."

Murong language's eyes suddenly glanced at Fang fan, then said.

Fang fan slightly a Leng, this is a few meanings? Is it difficult to retaliate against him?

To speak of, although Murong language suppressed those rumors with its own powerful means, the rumors were stronger than the tiger. The more suppressed some things, the more they rebounded

This rumor has something to do with him. Now I don't want to avoid suspicion, but I want to call myself?

Do you want to be alone?

Fang fan raised his eyebrows and was inexplicably surprised

"Master..."

Xueling, a little slave girl, grabs Fang fan's arm and looks worried on her face. Even she can see that something is wrong.

Fang fan shrugged his shoulders, touched the small head of snow spirit, delivered a reassuring look in the past, and then strode to follow him.

Although Fang fan is indifferent to water on the surface, he is also flustered inside

Who knows if this woman will suddenly reverse to give him, so suddenly, with the power of the holy realm to carry out a sneak attack, even if Fang fan has nine lives, he will be instantly cold.