Chapter 653: Join forces to counter 12

The non-speaking patriarchs waited to see this, waved the accompanying guards to wait outside, and the three men entered the tent of the Xiongkuo patriarch.
The curtains are lowered to cover everything inside.
The three men with the road quickly retreated.
"Xiong, look for us..." A word has not been asked, the words of the non-verbal patriarch are stuck in the throat, and they can't say it.
The big eyes looked at the horrified face of the man who was sitting in front of him, the patriotic patriarch who was pale and the person around him.
Yeluyue month, Beimu Regent, the one who wants to kill and then fast.
Actually here, here.
The throat snorted a few times, and the body slowly softened backwards.
Just across from the other side, the smile slowly, the smile of the beautiful city, so beautiful, but so bloodthirsty, she, from hell.
The last gaze swept the two patriarchs who came with him, and they fell down together. The blood on his neck swayed, and almost everyone’s eyes were spent.
All the words hovered in the throat, but they couldn’t say it anymore.
The patriarch of the Xionggu ethnic group watched the three patriarchs in his tent, and was killed by the people of Haoyue. His face was pale and completely bloodless.
The enchanting sorrow of Haoyue, and Du Yi, who stood behind the male broad-leaf patriarch, gestured.
Du Yiyi pointed to the acupuncture points on the head of the Xiongkuo nationality patriarch, and walked to the front of the dead patriarchs at the entrance of the patriarch.
He reached out and took the sword handed over by Yan Hu, and put it into the hands of the male broad-leaf patriarch who could not move. He placed a rather sharp posture for the male broad-leaf patriarch.
The face, the whole pale and lost all the colors, the male broad patriarch wants to talk, but can't say anything, wants to move, but can't move, the eyes are anxious blood red, the blood vessels on the face are about to burst.
This is to plant him and plant him.
"It's so smart." The voice of smirk came low, and Haoyue came forward and smiled and looked at the patriarch who was struggling but was struggling but could not struggle.
Laughing, more and more glamorous.