Chapter 814 (2/2)

”Girl, you have to get rid of the corpse gas for him as soon as possible!” Ear is Cang old man's urging voice, ”if corpse gas diffuses to the heart, erodes Xuan Xin jade, he has no salvation.”

The night fell and took a deep breath.

She had never dabbled in the method of expelling corpse gas.

Only last night when I was looking at the information of the tomb of the king of mausoleum, I also imagined the problem of corpse Qi.

At that time, he only asked the old man Cang about the simple method to avoid corpse Qi entering the body, but did not go into it.

At this time, she had to listen to old man Cang's command.

Night Qingluo palm flip, red feather fan slide into the palm, she pinched the fan handle, fingertip a flick, slide out a sharp dagger.

She lifted the arm of Nangong feiran, and the dagger was about to cut his wound.

However, ziqianqian held his arm and said, ”what are you going to do?”

”Let go Night Qingluo twisted eyebrows, facial displeasure, cold glare at her, ”I seriously doubt the real strength of the gold medal mercenary Corps.”

In her tone, she was disdainful of ridicule: ”since entering the tomb of the tomb king, your God killing mercenary group has repeatedly made problems, which has hindered our action and caused my burden.”

”You What do you say Purple thousand angry red beautiful face, a pair of always cold eyes, is full of anger.

Night Qingluo murmured: ”what do I say, you know it in your heart. If I had known you were such a bunch of trash, I would never have signed that deal with you

These words are completely naked and will kill God mercenary group, disgusted clean.

The mercenaries of the mercenary regiment all over the world feel gloomy.

Have in mind for their own deputy head of the words, angry point 32 praise!

From the beginning to the end, the mercenary corps of killing gods placed themselves in a high position.

It was like accompanying them to the bottom of the tomb, which was condescending and expensive.

However, in fact, the performance of the mercenary Corps is just a drag on oil.

Not only did it not play a practical role, but also kept making trouble one by one killing people to death.

The night fell cold to hook his lips, and the meaning of his eyes was even more: ”I'm not a saint. I always have the time to run out of patience.”