Yue Ming is more interested in the boy named Xie Qi.

He raised his hand, and in an instant, the breath of those broken lines was gathered into his hands.

Then Shua, the figure, if there is nothing, is exposed in the breath of those broken lines.

The boy was wearing a coarse linen shirt, the birthmark on her face almost occupied her whole face, looking very ferocious and disgusting.

But the light in her eyes was abnormal.

If there is no blood light rippling in it, evil and monstrous incomparable, people can hardly move their eyes.

This is a pair of eyes like a demon.

Yue Ming stares at these eyes and suddenly laughs.

"Evil seven."

His robe sleeve was slightly brushed, and it just crushed the breath in his palm.

He changed his mind a little.

The ability of inscriptions revealed by the opponent is amazing.

If her ability to kill master Chen is still acceptable to him.

Today, thousands of miles away, his inscription pattern is broken. Not only that, but also his array backfires, which is a bit beyond his expectation!

There may be news about the inscription of God on the other person.

Yueming originally only suspected that Chen Meng betrayed the General Union of inscriptionists because of the inscriptions of God.

This meeting, after seeing the performance of Luo Qingtong, he is a little determined.

If so, we can't deal with each other in the same way as before.

Moreover, his Ming pattern was also broken by his opponent.

Can't lock each other's track, it's easy for her to run away.

In that case

The moon's eyes narrowed slightly.

He raised his hand and stroked the silver finger on his left index finger. The butterfly pattern on it was vivid.

As he stroked, it seemed that his wings were trembling and he was about to fly out.

"Then have a good time!"

He chuckled and walked out.

And in the alley, Luo Qingtong squints a pair of blood eyes, looking at the broken line which is chopped by her, and finally shrieks the power of the dotted line which is rolled back, and his eyebrows are slightly twisted.

"It's the power of inscriptions."

Luoqingtong can't feel wrong. After all, she was summoned to Tianfeng Mingwen city by song city in the same way.

Although yuemingyu's pattern of looking for people is different from that of Song Dynasty.

But Luo Qingtong can still feel it.

"Someone's tracking me."

Luo clear pupil is just a little thought, thought of probably is how to return a responsibility.

"It should be the people in black."

Thinking that the man in black, who is the leader of the group, is far more powerful than most people, Luo Qingtong's eyebrows are tightened.

Fortunately, she found it in time, otherwise once it was glued, I'm afraid it would not be so easy to get rid of it.

Thinking of Luo Qingtong, he immediately put away his sword and went out of the alley to the city. He said to the little pig in his arms: "you'll see if Tuanzi is awake later."

"When I wake up, let it recover my face."

At that time, she will change her face again to ensure that those people in black will never find her whereabouts again.

However, Luo Qingtong's words just export, feel oneself in the bosom of small fragrant pig body fierce a stiff.

"Master, don't you know?"

Little Xiang pig shivered and looked at her: "that face... Can't change back for the time being!"

"Shua!"

Luoqingtong heard it and stopped in an instant.

She picked up the pig and looked at it with her eyes slightly narrowed.