Chapter 90: Stormy 6

Haoyue rode on a horse, and the murderous body burst into the night sky. The shocking smell is even more scary than the long sword in her hand.
A chilly atmosphere, shrouded in her body, just as the of death is waving a sickle, the cold chill from hell, almost letting people out of fear from the bottom of my heart.
Autumn marks, Murong invincible and other people were shocked to see the rapid coming of the moon, this moment, the scorpion is full of bloodthirsty moon, it is simply unable to open the eyes, it is simply worshipping from the heart, this is in charge The of killing.
The green assassins are chilling, and the assassin is nothing more than a killer. It is most sensitive to the breath. For other people in the world, they can fight together, but for the king of their world, the chill and fear from the bottom of their hearts, but It is blocked.
For a time, all the assassins seemed to have forgotten that this trip was to assassinate Xuanyuan Che, and they rebelled toward the moon.
The sword was crossed, sharp and determined.
The corpse of one place is bloody.
In the middle of the month, who dares to fight.
The blood slowly dripped into the ground along the long sword, stepping over the corpse, and the blood coming from the moon, jumping into the snow-colored BMW, the fixed standing in front of Xuanyuan Che, the red eyes anxiously watching Xuanyuan Che: "Is it okay?"
Looking down at the face calm, but the eyes are exuding the anxious color of the moon, Xuanyuan Che slightly stretched out to wipe the blood on the cheeks of the moon, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "You are too small to see me, how can I have something? These are Their blood."
He was a teenager in the teens, and he was also a person who came from hell. So an assassin, although powerful, how could he hurt him.
However, his little Wang Hao really warmed him into the heart, the eyes of the murder, the smashing shackles, the words full of blood and rushing to the front, three words, nothing.
From such a cold-blooded population, it is impossible to describe it in words from the population who walked over the dead body and did not change color.
Holding the small face of Haoyue in both hands, Xuanyuan bowed his head low and gently, and kissed the lips of Haoyue with a moment.
Very gentle, it is gentle like water, it is more hot than the sun.