MTL - Evil Emperor’s Poisonous Consort: Divine Doctor Young Miss

The night feathers are still lying on the ground, the wounds on the body are healing quickly, and a lot of memories are pouring out in my mind. The soul and the body gradually merge into one.

Feel the memory in your mind.

Ten fingers deep into the soil, ten years, since the debut of the night feathers for ten years, she is a part of her fight, when dare someone to beat her?

Congratulations, night Xuanyuan!

You succeeded in letting me remember your guilty face. However, when you come out, you have to pay back!

"You two, go see if she is dead!"

Night Xuanyuan urged the two squats to look up.

The previous lightning naturally caught the attention of three of them.

"It should be dead. It was clearly not clear before."

"They are all thundered, how can a person who is so scraped not die?"

The two squatted to the front of the night feathers, and lifted their feet and kicked toward the head of the night feathers.

Snapped!

A white hand grasped the foot of the donkey.

The night feathers sip a little, and the two squats are cold.

The arm was forced and slammed, and the body of a hundred pounds was directly smashed out, kneeling on the trunk, and passed out on the spot.

"Ah! Cheat!"

Another sly look at the fate of his companion, exclaimed that his mouth has not closed, and quickly turned to run toward the Miss Three Nights.

Night Xuanyuan glared at the panic-stricken shackles and directly pulled out a slap in the palm of his hand, screaming in his mouth: "What panic, even if she swindles, a singer who doesn't even want to turn to the sky?"

I seem to be awakened by this slap, and I thought: Yes, Missy is a waste material. Even I am the second-order strength of the spirit. She doesn't even have a reiki. I am afraid she is doing it!

The night Xuanyuan bent over and picked up the whip at the foot, and squeaked in the hand, and walked toward the direction of the night feathers: "You don't care if you die like this, honest. It’s not good to be dead, and you can live more for a while!”

Said, the night Xuanyuan whip to the night feathers and a pretty face.

The whip that was pulled out flashed the aura, and it was injected into the spiritual power by the night Xuanyuan. The strength of this whip would be increased several times. Even if it was a piece of wood, it could be broken into pieces!

Snapped!

The night feathers don't hide.

The whistle of the night Xuanyuan was sturdy in the body of the night feathers.

The whip was not as good as the night-time Xuanyuan’s imaginary skinny face, but was caught in the palm of the hand by the night feathers.

Night Feather feels the burning pain in the palm of your hand, too weak!

This body is too weak.

If this is the former self, this level of blow will not cause pain to the self. This body is so weak that she has no sense of security and must restore her strength to Earth as soon as possible!

The night feathers slammed the palm of your hand and pulled the whip in the palm of your hand.

The night Xuanyuan still did not respond, and I felt a huge force from the whip in my hand.

In the next moment, the night body was like a kite, and it was pulled by the night feathers.

The night feathers licked his chin slightly, and a jade hand clasped the neck of the night Xuanyuan, and lifted the whole body of the night Xuan with one hand.

The night Xuanyuan neck was pinched, and his face was flushed, his feet were snarling, and he struggled without saying anything.

The wind whistled.

"Night feathers, let's go to hell!"

Taking a few seconds of fighting with the night feathers and the night Xuanyuan, the scorpion that had been awake by the night Xuanqi rushed over, and the wooden stick with the small arm in his hand was lifted high.

Hey!

The wooden sticks fell solidly, and flesh and blood flew for a while.