Chapter 20 (1/2)

Let night Qingluo pay attention to him, not his handsome appearance, but his pair of mysterious and restrained eyes.

Deep as ink, people can not see through his emotions at a glance.

Night Qingluo quickly approached him, the people on both sides, one by one to avoid, separated the road.

Only the man, leisurely and contentedly shaking the folding fan, stood still.

Night Qingluo close to him, plain hand a probe, fingertips have been the man's hands of the folding fan: ”childe, lend me a use!”

That folding fan feels very good.

Night Qing fell on the tip of the finger to play a few times, but also very handy.

”Good! Seven younger sister, how can you be worthy of your identity as a little patriarch? Since you are so unruly, don't blame the elder sister's merciless Night light that piece of flowery jade small face, already showed a slight twist of the potential.

If the first whip, night clear fall can avoid, it is likely to be good luck.

So the second whip It's impossible to escape by luck alone!

Her magic whip never fails!

No one can escape from the illusion she created!

When did little bitches become so powerful?

Looking at the night clear down that pair of bloodthirsty attractive eyes, the night clear back, suddenly a cool, forehead has exuded a few drops of cold sweat.

She was afraid.

The object of her fear The night is clear.

Always proud of the night, how can not admit that they have a sense of fear of a waste.

Xuanqi a shock, in the hands of the whip is ruthless straight down.

At the bottom of my eyes, the killing is rampant.

”Does the elder sister know that I am the little patriarch?” Night Qingluo sneer, this time did not avoid, fingertip toggle folding fan, face-to-face.

Her footwork is extremely weird, and can accurately calculate the arc of the soft whip at night, as well as the position of the whip, and skillfully avoid the attack of the soft whip.