I don't know how busy I have been, Jun has no intention to stop, and the injuries of Huayuan and Fan Zhuo have been dealt with for most of the time. There will be no more worries about life, and Jun has no intention to stop the movements. Turning his head, his eyes fell on three steps outside, the face was covered with bandages, and people who couldn’t see clearly. In August 1st, the text network? W≥W=W≠. ≤8≥1≤Z≤W≥. ≤C≤O≠M

The white bandage on the face of the person oozes a little bit of blood red. It is conceivable that the injury on the face is not light, and the only one in the face is the one who recognizes the identity of the other person.

Non-smoke...

Jun has no guilty heart, and walks to the front of non-smoke, raises his hand, wants to untie the bandage on the non-cigarette.

However, in the hands of the innocent, when I just pulled the end of the bandage, I stayed there until the end of the non-smoke, but suddenly reached out and grasped the innocent wrist!

The dirty hand, holding it, is like holding the last straw.

"Small...small...disappeared...she is gone..." The painful and depressing voice came from the mouth of the non-smoke, and with the tremulous voice, his mouth oozes a large stream of blood, but he The heart is more painful than ever.

"Little evil, I beg you... I will find Xiao Ruo..." The cry of screaming exhaustion seems to have exhausted the strength of the whole body, but it is almost inaudible.

The non-smoke hand is holding on to the innocent wrist, completely disregarding it, and the strength is great, and the wound on the hand is shattered.

Warm blood, along the palm of his hand.

Ticking ticks...

DDT is at the feet of the innocent.

The fascinating red and red are scary.

When I entered the house, I was already aware of it. In the room, my companions were there, but I was only a little less. The gentle, careful, always cares for everyone’s tolerance, not seen. Up...

"In the end is... what happened?" Jun no evil wants to ask, but when the sound is exported, the chest is filled with a suffocating pain, which seems to make people faint.

Non-smoke shaking his head, suppressing the crying, let the atmosphere in the room, the more suffocating.

Qiao Chu holds his fist, his head low, red eyes, seemingly dripping out hateful blood.

Nan Gonglie took a deep breath and he understood that under such circumstances, Qiao Chu, they could not say anything at all, just because every memory, for them, they have to face their companions again. Death.

"It's the top ten masters. They don't know why today. They suddenly broke down with people around you..."

Nan Gonglie said everything that was born today.

Nangong Lie and Jun have no good relationship. It is no secret in the Upper Three Realms. In addition, he and other people among the top ten masters are not close, so there is very little attention to the movements of other people. Today he is going to go. Looking for the innocent, but when he entered the restaurant where Jun was innocent, he saw the pale white ink, and looked at Van Gogh, who had fallen into a coma, and jumped out from the back window of the restaurant.

At that time, Van Gogh had fallen into a coma, and there was a lot of color on the white ink. Nangong Lie could only take them away from the right and wrong. After waiting here, Nangong Lie learned from the mouth of Bai Mo. everything of.

Not long after the innocent departure, Bai Mo was originally a good end to rest in the room, but did not expect, suddenly encountered an attack, and attacked his object, turned out to be one of the top ten!

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