Chapter 1169 Hezu

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"So, these people will never look at this precious spider who is here, will definitely save it?"
Ding Ning’s mind flashed through the aura, and suddenly understood the intention of the old man.
"Yes, I originally planned this, but the plan can't keep up with the changes. He Xiang is coming. I have to leave first. Be careful, don't die here."
The veteran vaguely confessed, disappeared without a trace, and asked Ding Ning how to ask and could not get a response.
Who is He Xiang? Why is the old man so jealous of him?
Ding Ning was full of fog, but he secretly raised his vigilance and carefully guarded.
Hey!
The figure of thirteen wearing a white robe and carrying an ancient sword appeared on the scene, making Ding Ning’s heart feel ashamed.
Although he did not release his insights in order to avoid trouble, but with his perception, even the traces of the 13 white robes were not found in advance, which is enough to see how terrible these people are.
Look carefully, I saw the head of a white robe old man who had to be white, ruddy, and sacred, like a fairy. At this moment, he was looking at the lock dragon starry eyebrows carefully.
Behind him there are men and women who are old and young, and also staring at the lock dragon star array with great interest, flashing a strange color in the middle.
Thirteen white robes were staring at the lock dragon star array as they landed, even ignoring the battle between the winged ancestors and the purple scorpion demon king. It seems that the battle of that level could not cause their interest.
Ding Ning secretly scared, this is where the strong, where the weakest of the white robe people exudes the breath seems to be inferior to the winged ancestors this half step into the gods, does not mean that these thirteen white The weakest one in the robe is half-step into the gods?
What is even more unexpected is that the ancestors of the winged ancestors and the purple-spotted demon king stopped the battle immediately after the arrival of the thirteen white robes, and jumped to the ground to bow down and bow down: " Peng Guzhen (Purple) met with his predecessors."
Ding Ning’s strangely raised his eyebrows, he was the first to know the name of the winged ancestor, and it was the first time she saw her respectful appearance.
"Ok!"
The head of the white robe old man looked like a well, but only from the nasal cavity, a single syllable was squeezed out. The winged ancestors and the purple were not dissatisfied, and they stood in a respectful manner, as if the attitude of the old man was justified. In general, let Ding Ning amazed.
At this time, Peng Tianao and others also killed the remaining demon kings, and refused to see the blood and stains covered with them. They all met and their attitude was extremely respectful.
The head of the white robe old man ignored their visit, it seems that they are not qualified to talk to him, and around the lock dragon star array back and forth, seems to be observing the layout principle of the lock dragon star array.
A middle-aged man behind the old man stepped forward and pointed to the stunned star of the lock dragon that trapped the spider god: "Who is this?"
Everyone looked down at Ding Ning, Ding Ning frowned, stepping forward: "It's me."
"Why is this array? Can there be a map?"
The middle-aged white robe stared at Ding Ning with a stern look, and asked in a arrogant tone.
Ding Ning's heart is not happy, cold and cold: "Why is this array, is there any map and what is it with you?"
The ancestors of the winged people changed their faces and quickly sighed: "Ninger, not rude, this is the Hezu elders, the guardian group that I am the demon."
The middle-aged white robe was gloomy, and after the words he smugly raised his eyebrows and disdained Ding Ning.
Ding Ning frowned and sneered: "Guarding the ethnic group? Oh, it’s ridiculous. When the pests are flooding, they don’t see their outcrops. Now the spider gods are trapped. After the insect disaster is stopped, they come. I really can’t see what they have. It is a guardian group."
"The kid is bold!"
"I dare to humiliate my Hezu."
"court death!"
The middle-aged man suddenly pulled out the ancient sword behind him, glaring at Ding Ning's glare, and he had a disapproval of the sword.
The winged ancestors and other people changed their faces, and they were waiting to be dissuaded. Ding Ning sneered and said with a fearlessness: "How? I said wrong? A good guardian group is really fascinating."
"you wanna die!"
The middle-aged man was furious and the ancient sword in his hand slammed into the head of Ding Ning.
"stop!"
For the first time the old man suddenly screamed, the middle-aged man’s sword actually went against the physical laws and stopped. He stopped at Ding Ning’s neck, and the cold cold Han’s neck had a layer of goose bumps on his neck.
"The patriarch, this kid ignores the majesty of the He nationality and must be severely punished for its effectiveness..."
The middle-aged man said unwillingly, but suddenly found that everyone was eccentric, looking at him with a strange look, his heart was very surprised, and the voice stopped abruptly.
Looking down at the sly fangs, he was slamming on his chest. He could pierce his heart with a single blow. He couldn’t help but lick the sweat on his forehead. The color.
It was only when I realized that the patriarch’s shouting was to save his life. If he did not stop, perhaps the two had now gone.
perish together?
Ding Ning's mouth evokes a disdainful arc. If it is not for the first old man, there is a mental attack in the big drink, so that his movement has a momentary pause. At this moment, the middle-aged man is already a dead person.
"Small friendly skills, good means."
He Xiang Xiang’s fine flashes, staring at Ding Ning’s words and saying something.
Ding Ningyun lightly reached out and pushed the old sword of the middle-aged man on his neck. He said: "Everyone!"
He is not a fool. How can he not hear the sorrowful sorrow of He Xiang’s words, and immediately he’s in the heart, and he’s not hesitant.
"Bold, I dare to disrespect the patriarch!"
The middle-aged man lost his face in front of everyone, and suddenly he screamed at Ding Ning.
"I talk to your family, what are you, there is no place for you to talk."
Ding Ning's eyes were a glimpse, and for the first time, he used the control of the cockroach, and the purple color was shining, shining with the luster of the flirtatious.
The middle-aged man’s eyes were empty, and he suddenly stunned his head and returned to Qingming. He couldn’t help but step back two steps. He looked down and didn’t dare to look at his eyes again. His heart was full of fear.
At that moment, it seems that his life and death are not in his own control. The powerful and unbearable will of the will, so that he can give birth to his own small fear.
Ding Ning sighed, and the cultivation was still insufficient. In the face of the stronger who is far above him, he could not exert the true power of control. Otherwise, the middle-aged man at this moment has already been controlled by his will. His life is a slave to slavery.
However, this is also true. Although the middle-aged man has not been destroyed, he has already buried the seeds of fear. Since then, he has never dared to provoke himself.
He Xiang slightly picked up his eyes, and there was a stream of light in his eyes. He let go of the gods and watched the movements around him, but there was no discovery.
At that moment, he seemed to perceive that there was a terrorist will that made him feel guilty, but disappeared invisible in the blink of an eye, which made him wonder, not knowing whether it was an illusion or a strong person peeping beside him.
"Heyen, what happened to you?"
A beautiful white robe woman with a face like a girl sees the middle-aged man with a word that doesn't say a word, and asks curiosity.
"Amount, He Ling, I am fine."
The year of the crane raised his head, his eyes flashed and he did not dare to look at Ding Ning, and piled up a blunt smile to perfuse He Ling’s question.
Although He Ling felt somewhat inexplicable, he did not think too much. He shrugged his helplessly and concentrated his attention on Ding Ning's body. He shook his fist and worshipped him. The gentleman said: "This little brother, The Year of the Year has not been good, I have apologized to you for him, please don’t hesitate."
This time, Ding Ning’s expression became strange, and she looked at her incredulously:
Little sister, how old are you this year? Did you just call it wrong? I think you should call my little brother almost the same.

Do not blame Ding Ning for saying that after all, what He Ling thinks is only fourteen or five years old. It is a lovely and beautiful little Lori, who even calls his little brother. How can he hear how it is not.
"Ha ha ha!"
Unexpectedly, this sentence said that everyone laughed loudly, even He Xiang did not reproduce the appearance of the sacred bones, laughing and leaning back and forth, happy.
He Ling’s pretty face was dizzy, and he resisted the smile and shook his head and smiled.
"Little friend, the old man is 38,326 years old this year. Linger is the daughter of my 33,000-500-year-old daughter. I guess she is calling you a little brother. It is."
He Xiang took a beard and smiled.
Ding Ning’s stunned Zhang’s mouth, looking incredulously like He Xiao, who laughed and laughed, screamed for a long time:
My God, it turned out to be a thousand years old witch.

"What do you say? You tell me clearly, who is the millennium old witch?"
He Ling heard the smile on his face and immediately converge, and asked with a sigh of relief.
"Hey, you...hehe, it’s a mystery!"
Ding Ning wanted to marry her two sentences, but she could see the faint tears in her and white eyes, and she couldn’t help but feel a soft sin.
In my heart, I was secretly vomiting, and I was happy with the 5,000-year-old monster. It is also too naive to say that it is also a strong man who is half-step into the gods.
Where does he know that the He nationality is a guardian of the demon country, and has a long-lived Shouyuan that cannot be compared with other races. Five thousand years is an unimaginable time for the Terran, and for the Yaozu, it is also a demon. In the short years, for the Hezu people, the five thousand years old is just just an adult, equivalent to the 18th year of the Terran.
Therefore, in the strict sense, He Ling is still a minor crane, equivalent to a fifteen or six-year-old girl. Ding Ning said that she is an old witch, how can she not feel wronged?
"Okay, okay, Linger, he doesn't know the life of our Hezu people. If you don't know who you don't know, don't blame him."
He Xianggui is the head of a family, but he loves He Ling, the youngest daughter. See her tears and look like a kindly courtesy.
You must know that he does not look at his children in groups, but only He Ling has reached half a step into the state of the gods when he is still not in adulthood. His enchanting qualifications can be seen in general.
"Humph!"
He Ling wiped his tears and licked the small mouth of the powder. He screamed at Ding Ning with a fierce look. He turned his head and ignored him. He was exactly the same as the children in the kindergarten, so Ding Ning could not laugh.
He Xiang shook his head without words, and no longer took care of her. The deep eyes looked at Ding Ning, and he held a deep fist: "Little friend, before the crane year was not offensive, the old man took the place to replace him."
"The Hezu long is too polite!"
Ding Ning did not dare to support the big, and quickly both hands to help, in order to show that he did not put it in his heart, but in his heart, he secretly sneaked himself, and before and after the old goods, the ghost knows what idea to play, must be careful.
Don't look at him, he has always trusted the old man, but after all, he has a blood relationship, and he believes that the old man will not harm him, so he is worried about He Xiang in his heart.