This dozen is an hour.

She didn't know how many undead people had fallen by her side.

Pile by pile.

He lost his ability to act, but he did not die.

I don't know why, the strength of these undead people is very different from the undead people Su Yan met before.

These undead... A little weak.

But there are so many, almost as soon as they fall, new undead will join in.

One after another.

Nanyun sat there, fingernails buttoned all the time.

Look up from time to time.

Then I will keep my head down and my fingernails buttoned.

And the light at her ankles was growing.

She wobbled as if she had no idea.

I think it's boring to practice like this.

She raised her finger.

Those undead disappeared in a flash.

This so big jail, only left Su Yan and her two people.

"I heard that you like someone?" he said

Su Yan is silent.

"I heard that you worked hard for that man," Nan said

Su Yan is still silent.

Can you stop playing with these moths all day?

Be your God, what man do you love and what life do you fight for? "

Su Yan is silent again.

Nanhui rubbed her eyebrows, her voice was quiet

"the first room on the left"

when the voice fell, Su Yan turned and walked into the cell.

It was almost the moment Su Yan walked in. Nan Xuan closed his eyes and fell to the ground.

The throne of thorns disappeared behind him.

Nan Hui leaned against the wall again and looked at the tattoo on her ankle.

The eyelids were lifted and then closed.

No more talking.

She was repelled by Suyan's power.

At the moment of Su Yan's appearance, there was no place on her body that didn't hurt.

The tattoo on her ankle is a shackle.

The brighter the tattoo, the more painful she was.

Nanhui regretted that he had pointed out the right way for Suyan.

She should be allowed to go to other places and suffer.

Tut.

I blame her for her kindness.

When Su Yan walked into the prison, he could not see Nan Yun behind him.

It's like entering a space.

Floret wondered

"host, who is that person?"

Su Yan thought about it

"it's not clear."

"She seems to know you well, host."

Su Yan

"en"

Xiaohua says again

"host, why do I feel that you know her very well?"

Suyan

"possible."

Su Yan's answers were all ambiguous.

Xiaohua is dazed.

Keep going.

Suddenly, my eyes began to light up.

Su Yan has a shoulder injury.

Wait until the light fades.

Su Yan looks up.

He saw a body in front of him.

It was nailed high on one side of the wall.

The body, in white.

Half of the blood was fleshy and the white bones were exposed.

Half of them can be seen clearly.

It's just steel nailed to the bone, and it's dead nailed to the wall.

A rumbling sound around.

Whipping, soldering iron.

Like, as if thousands of years as a day.

Su Yan looks at it, she is stunned.

Keep looking up.

That's the body of Junyu.

It's true.

There will be no false.

Su Yan felt a little pain in her heart.

It's like being stabbed by a needle.

It hurts.

She didn't speak.

Stand there and watch.

Behind me, a smile came.

The man was dressed in black, and the pattern of the flower on the other side spread from the neck to the face.

Those eyes are very deep.

"We meet again, Lord."

The tone of the speech.

The tone.

Even if he changed another shell, Su Yan recognized it.

It's Nanming.

Someone you meet outside the gates of the underworld.