Chapter 1793 (1/2)

Running in the fifth Qingtong, the sleeve is suddenly sliding out of a emitting cold light dagger.

”Miss Qingtong, you are...”

before the silver brush painter's voice fell, he saw that fifth Qingtong did not hesitate to stab the dagger in his hand.

Target, point to the fifth Qinglan!

Eyes, only a mask of indifference.

And Wu Qinglan obviously didn't expect that the same clan's fifth Qingtong would kill her in pain. She was also full of hope that the fifth Qingtong could save her to leave.

When the dagger stabbed at her, the whole person of the fifth Qinglan was ignorant.

”Poof --”

the close contact between the blade and the body makes a chilling noise.

It was the sound of organ tearing, the sound of plasma bouncing, and the sad hum of silver painters.

”Old teacher...”

the pupil of the fifth Qinglan shrinks into a small dot and looks at the silver brush painter in front of him in horror.

At the critical moment, the silver brush painter chose to block the knife for the fifth Qinglan.

”Whoa --”

the silver painter pressed the dagger on his chest and couldn't help spitting out a big mouthful of blood.

He looked at the golden mask near by sadly and asked in a astringent voice, ”why?”

Not only the silver painters and the fifth Qinglan, but also the other people present.

What's going on?

Aren't they in a group?

”Hum!” Fifth Qingtong sneered, ”naive old guy, do you really think I'm here to save you?”

”Until we know the details of Xuanyuan family, our fifth family will not violate the prohibition of the ancient martial world and will not harm ordinary people.

So the words that just destroyed the island are just to gain your trust.

But I didn't expect you to lose your cultivation.