Chapter 815 (1/2)

The implication is that if ziqianqian wants to make a lot of trouble.

She won't care whether the mercenaries are dead or alive.

Purple back, suddenly a burst of cold, on the night clear off the long and narrow eyes, it is like something to hold their own neck, difficult to breathe.

Xu is the words of the night, so that purple Qianqian aware of the seriousness.

Xu is the night Qingluo majestic, pressing the purple thousands have no power to resist.

Purple thousands of hands, stiff to release the night clear off the wrist, back half step.

The expression on the beautiful face is also stagnant and rigid.

Night Qingluo takes back his sight, and the blade quickly cuts the bleeding wound on Nangong feiran's arm.

The powder foam of hemostasis is quickly dissolved and cleaned up.

Tight and exposed the bone visible wound.

The night clear falls the face not to change color to start directly, will cut the wound some bigger.

Immediately there was a gush of blood.

At this time, the mercenary of the killing God mercenary group was filled with fear.

Walking on the edge of the blade for decades, they have experienced any dangerous task.

I've never done such a weird task.

What kind of demons, Warcraft, animals and so on, they can kill without expression.

Can be partial to

This time, they are facing ghosts

These mercenaries have come to their present position, whose hands are not covered with blood.

Nature is extremely afraid of such things.