Overlord, Love Me Tender

Chapter 1219 Flame Fan, Broken

Flame fan, broken...

The pupils that cleared at night, slightly contracted.

Full of reflections, there are cracks on the fanhead.

Subconscious, I want to take back the fan.

How can Purple Thousands easily let her go and let go of the fan?

"Destroyed my most cherished hair, I also ruined your most cherished weapon!" The purple teeth gnashed their teeth and injected all the mysterious power into the Scorpio.

Black gas is obvious.

"Squeaking", the strong pressure of the cane, directly broke the fan.

The enchanting fan of the flame, like a flame, broke into two pieces.

The entire Xiqiao Square is full of silence.

The sight of the crowd was fixed on both of them.

The sound of the flame fan falling down the platform is exceptionally clear.

"The night falls, you go to hell!" Purple Thousands of Beauty are getting cold, and the proud one raises the squat, and the corner of his mouth evokes a smug smile.

The sky cane is lifted, and she will take the last sigh of anger to the head of the night...

"boom--"

A loud noise, a petite figure, vacated and flew out.

A black-skinned staff, a few volleys in the volley, fell on the ground.

A petite body, squatting on the side of the staff.

That's right, it's the ground.

On the ground outside the ring.

It is clear at night.

In the moment when Ziqian clenched the heavenly scepter to her, the coldness of the night was clear.

Raise a foot and squat directly on the purple abdomen.

"Thousands!"

"Deputy Head!"

On the other side of the killing mercenary group, a group of people immediately stood up and rushed toward the direction of Zi Qianqian.

Nan Gonglin helped Zi Qianqian, and he was crying distressed: "Thousands of sisters, you are fine, you are fine..."

Purple is still in the middle of God.

The internal organs are sorely painful that it seems to be torn apart.

Nan Gonglin sees Ziqian's face pale, and when he is angry, he can't stop the night and clear the night. He screams: "The night is clearing you this monk! But it is a game, is it so arrogant to move such awkward hand? If it is not my thousand sisters, I am now killed by you in the ring!"

On the platform, the woman who stood down and stood alone in the silence was silent.

The turbulence around her, rolling up her blue silk, but could not roll away the cold air that she radiated around her body.

"Don't think that I won my thousand sisters in secret, you really won! You wait for me!" Nan Gonglin saw her not talking, and her mouth was not blaming.

The wrist was tightened by Nangong.

Nangong was just about to open his mouth and slammed Nan Gonglin to shut up.

Suddenly, a cold gaze swept over.

It was actually letting them all, and they felt cold and intrusive, and they were cold and cold, rising from their feet.

That look, cold is like a sharp knife, full of murderous.

Undisguised murderous.

Rao is a crowd of people who are used to killing people. When they see this look, they can’t help but worry about it.

"You, you..." Nan Gonglin was so scared that her legs were soft and she was lying on the ground.

A pair of stubborn eyes full of disgust, staring at the night.

It took me a long while to find my voice: "What do you want to do! Now this is the scene of the class against the competition. What do you want to do to us?"

The night laughs and laughs, and the laughter is ethereal.

However, it is mixed with the chill of the cold, which seems to be from the sound of hell.

The smile of the lips is so beautiful.

"Zi Qianqian, the student of the class of God, the deputy head of the killing mercenary group, the mysterious person of the heavenly seven products..."

She said one word at a time, talking about the thousands of information.

(End of this chapter)