Overlord, Love Me Tender

Chapter 3299, trap, take away the night

The sound of provocative provocation suddenly stopped.

Instead, it is a painful suffocation.

The Pirates have not yet reacted.

With a collar in his hand, there is only one piece of clothing left.

The ghost king, I do not know when, has been held by the Emperor Xu Xuan with one hand, high lift.

The face of the man's genius is as cold as ice, without a slight wave of emotions.

A pair of peach blossoms, deep in the pool, dark and dark.

Among the pupils, there was a flash of purple streamer from time to time.

More lining his imposing cold and cold.

In particular, the man’s body is surrounded by a gloomy black momentum.

The whole person is like a **** of **** from hell.

"The Emperor, the Emperor of the Emperor..."

When I saw the man, the face of Pirates was pale.

He was careful and screamed at Emperor Xu Xuan.

Of course, Emperor Mo Xuan even gave him a light, never gave him.

Emperor Mo Xuan only buckled the ghost king's neck, cold eyes, staring coldly at the ghost king: "You want to die, the deity will fulfill you."

The ghost king's face is red and his limbs are constantly struggling.

A pair of cousins, horrified to sing the emperor.

"Imperial Master! Emperor Zun adults!" Pirates of the sacred, eager to go forward, want to hold the arms of Emperor Xu Xuan.

It is not yet close.

The murderous temperament that was distributed by Di Mo Xuan’s body gave him a shock.

"Pirates!" Ghost Wu stepped forward and helped the Pirates.

He glanced at the Emperor Xu Xuan and held the stolen shoulder: "If the ghost king does not say the whereabouts of the classmates at night, the Emperor is afraid that...it will kill him."

Pirates of St. John's austerity: "The emperor is an adult, hands and hands, he... he is not intentional!"

The emperor's mysterious image can't hear his voice.

The icy sight, staring at the ghost king, one word and one sentence, cold voice: "said, the emperor took the little drop, took somewhere!"

The breath of death enveloped the ghost king.

When Emperor Mo Xuan’s pair of cold scorpions looked at him.

He only felt that it was as late as it was.

Fear, occupying the heart of the ghost king.

He snorted, and in his throat, he whispered intermittently: "That, that is the emperor and the dark palace, the special trap... just to take the little girl away..."

"Trap?" The darkness of Emperor Mo Xuan is even more black and a bit dark.

The ghost king trembled, looking at the killing of God like Shura, especially seeing the eyes of the gods, the flowing purple dawn.

He was so shocked that he was shaking.

He is afraid of death.

More afraid than anyone.

He managed to find ghosts.

Have not reported the original hatred!

He must never die!

Even if you die, you must die behind the ghosts!

The ghost king was licking his neck, his eyes were full of blood and red.

He opened his mouth and tried to hold the hand of Emperor Xu Xuan with his hand. His mouth opened and closed, indicating that he was going to speak.

Emperor Mo Xuan coveted, cold eyes, cold as cold ice.

I thought that the night and the emperor disappeared together.

The thought of falling in the night will not be the opponent of the emperor.

I may get hurt when I think of the night.

The heart of Emperor Mo Xuan raised an unnamed anxiety and temper.

He stared at the ghost king for a long while, and then loosened the strength of his fingers.

On the finger, the dragon dragon ring of the dragon totem flashes the red mans of the glaze.

But under the light.

It is still not the slightest... the smell of the night, and the induction of the phoenix ring.

At this time, there are some uncontrollable instigations.

The flowing red awns are moving fast.

The change of the dragon dragon ring makes the pupil of the emperor Xuan more and more profound.

(End of this chapter)