Chapter 91: Stormy 7

Hao Yue slowly closed his eyes, let Xuanyuan Che gently kiss, while muttering: "Nothing is fine."
Nothing is fine, her Xuanyuan Che is fine.
The corner of the mouth outlines the smile of the demon, and Xuan’s kiss is lighter.
The body of a place, a strong smell, but in such a venue, the iron sword, the gentle kiss, but strangely blooming flowers, aromatic flowers.
There was no noisy sword, no murderous murder. At this time, everything was quiet. Only the sound of the wind, only the sound of the treetop shaking, only the voice of the wounded soldier.
Standing next to the silent Murong invincible, at this time only a little back to God, looked at the body in front of the eyes, the old face was also slightly pumped.
So good, so sharp sword, then a blow to the commandment, a blow to the commandment.
The hand shook slightly, and if the sword was stabbed on himself, could he resist back? The eyebrows are tight together, can't, the completely different angle, the sharp ones can't resist the killing, he can't avoid it.
The forehead crossed a cold sweat, Murong was invincible and secretly glad, but fortunately, they found her, but fortunately, they chose to stand on her side, otherwise...
In the early summer, the wind blew a dance.
On the edge of the jungle, alone and alone, watching this scene coldly, a flash of shock in his eyes, the breeze blowing his white robe and dusting.
"Wang Hao is very powerful." After the suspicion of the autumn marks and other people immediately excited to look at Haoyue, their Wang Hao, really powerful.
Haoyue hasn’t talked yet, Xuanyuan’s little body of a month, proudly said:
Of course.

Haoyue heard a slight smile, smiled, and then glanced at the green assassin behind him, and he sank his face and said: "Who are they?"
"I don't know, it's not the left-handed person, nor the one who is alone in the night." Xuanyuan Che also got right and lowered his voice.
These assassins are extremely powerful. They don’t know how much higher than the left-handed people they know. But if they are weaker than the ones who are alone, they are not left, nor will they be The proud son of the night is alone.
"Not the two groups of people, who is that?" Haoyue frowned, who else is playing Xuanyuan Che's idea?