Chapter 471: It’s not going to work.

When Luo Yuan discovered it, it was too late, and the dagger pierced his lower abdomen, and blood poured out.
"Damn slut."
Luo Yuan was anxious, and the color of his sorrow disappeared into a sinister anger and fury. He fiercely slammed into the chest of Xiao Yu and used ten percent of his energy.
Xiao Yu has been unable to escape this palm, she is strong until now, just to give Luo Yuan a deadly knife.
Unfortunately, she is too weak. If the dagger enters a few more inches, Luo Yuan will die.
Xiao Yu slowly closed her eyes and waited for the coming of death. She did not die. Maybe after she died, she could return to modern times and return to her parents.
In her mind, she suddenly flashed a handsome man, and her heart was uncomfortable. If she died, he would be very upset!
The pain did not wait, a black figure like a ghost, suddenly appeared, long arm hooked Xiao Yan's slender and waist, his black and beautiful black scorpion, like a ignoring raging flaming fire, one hand holding Luo Yuan That one palm.
"Feng...Feng...Lust..."
Luo Yuan thought that he was doing a seamless job, first killing Xiao Yu, and then killing Feng Lingran, but did not expect that Feng Ling will be like a timely rain, in the case of Xiao Yu is about to finish.
This time falls into the hands of Feng Lingran, is there a way to live?
Luo Yuan’s heart is clear, and looking at him in front of him is like a man who kills God.
"Dare to hurt her, you are looking for death."
The sound of the purple clothes is cold and there is no temperature, the sound falls, his fingers move, and Luo Yuan’s mouth makes a pig-like miserable cry.
Hey.
Luo Yuan’s right arm was broken by the purple clothes. The purple clothes did not intend to let him go. He threw away his broken arm. The purple hand oozes out the dark purple mans, and the surrounding air seems to be frozen instantly. Surprising to the extreme, the purple light condenses into a ball, and the white light flashes in the ball, like the lightning in the overcast clouds, covering the whole earth, giving a fear and fear of tremor.
Luo Yuan broke his arm and died of pain. He saw the purple balloon floating in the palm of his hand. He took a sigh of cool air and his distorted face showed a look of fear.
"You...you...it's not the people on this continent." Luo Yuan's face was pale, shaking his lips and said: "You are the best surnamed Feng, now I can tell you, I am telling you, I am The Witch family is a child, you dare to hurt my life, and the Witch family will destroy you."
Qiu Lanben thought that Xiao Yu would die, but did not expect that things had reversed. She held her fingers tightly and hated Xiao Yu with hatred.
Why is Xiao Yu so lucky? One foot has already stepped into the ghost gate, and "Feng Lingran" suddenly came to save her.
"Feng Lingran" was angry, the air around it was condensing, the air pressure was extremely low, and Qiu Lan had the lowest internal force among these people. Where did he bear the anger of the purple clothes?
Soon, she couldn't help but tremble, her face turned white, and there was an illusion of squatting down.
Luo Yuan said what "Wu Ma family", Qiu Lan did not listen to it, she stared at Xiao Yu, watching Xiao Xiao was blood, was held in the arms by "Feng Lingran", Qiu Lan suddenly opened his mouth Gloomy smile.
In the blood curse, it will die.
What happened to "Feng Lingran"? Xiao Yu is not far from death.
As long as she can help her to get rid of Xiao Yu’s scourge, she will die.
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Luo Yuan saw "Feng Lingran" and heard the "Wu Ma family" and refused to let him go.
His heart was cold and he continued: "Feng Lingran, do you think you can fight against the entire Wuma family? With your current cultivation, the Wuma family will be able to kill you easily, the Witch family. In the saints are the top ten big family, even the emperor of the Holy City must give a three-point face, you are just a son of the Holy Family, you will go to this low-level mainland as the emperor. Feng Lingran, you do not want For a woman, ruining yourself and ruining your family, you will become the sinner of your family."
Having said that, Luo Yuan seems to have a sigh of relief. When he came, he knew that people on this continent would only be ordinary martial arts, and would not cultivate because the heavens and the aura of this continent are really pitiful and cannot be cultivated at all. Standard.
After Luo Yuan and Feng Lingran, he discovered that Feng Lingran is a special existence of this continent. Luo Yuan also guessed that Feng Lingran is not a native of this continent. Until now, Luo Yuan is more certain, Feng Ling is absolutely It won't be the people of this continent.
Because, Feng Lingran’s cultivation has reached the repair of the elders of the Wuma family. Is this a kind of horrible cultivation?
Luo Yuan can't manage so much. He has to save his life now. He must take the elders of the Wu Ma family to crush Feng Ling, and then he may escape this dead robbery.
who knows……
The purple clothes smiled disdainfully: "There are so many nonsense."
What about offending the Witches family? The emperor of the Holy City dared to hurt his little disciples, and he did not kill it.
The purple mysterious balloon hits the chest of Luo Yuan, and the explosion is coming. The purple light is like the soul light that sent him to hell. The body of Luo Yuan is like a broken kite. He flies up and sprays a few mouthfuls of blood in his mouth.
Killing Luo Yuan, Ziyi saw Qiulan who wanted to escape. He smiled at the corner of his mouth, and waved his hand. Another purple balloon flew out and hit the back of Qiulan accurately.
Qiulan even the pressure of the purple clothes can not bear, how can bear the anger of the purple clothes?
Qiulan felt the back bones broken, wrestling on the ground, and spewing a few big red blood in her mouth. Her eyes suddenly fell apart, and she fell down. In her heart, she thought that she was going to die? But she is not willing! Finally, Xiao Yu was completely dead, and she could become the only one around her, but she could be stunned by Xiao Yan.
Qiulan used all her strength, her fingers squatting on the ground, trying to get up, her fingers bursting out with bright red blood, and she couldn’t stand up. This body, except for the moving hands, was already free of her. Controlled.
Killed two people.
The purple dress with Xiao Yu turned and disappeared into the air. He found the nearest place, set the boundary line, and sat in the boundary with Xiao Yu, the black robes on the chest, which had been dyed deeper by blood.
"Little kid, little child." Ziyi looked worriedly at Xiaoyan, who was pale in her arms. Her heart burst into pain. He reached out and pointed her acupuncture point and stuffed a dozen pieces of the best medicine into her mouth. But the blood on her body is like a stop, still flowing out.
Blood curse, blood curse.
The purple anger wants to kill, Luo Yuan and Qiulan have been killed by him, not enough. He also wants to kill all the people of the Wuma family. If there is no Wuma family, Luo Yuan’s sinister little beast will not come here. Come to the little boy who harms his baby.
Xiao Yu was very weak, and her eyes were covered with a layer of tulle. Even the man holding her was not so real, but the familiar cold fragrance on his body made her inexplicable.
"Master..."
Xiao Yu spit out two words, slightly open his mouth, and moved: "How... will it be you?"
The heart of the purple clothes was shattered by her weak voice, and she no longer wanted to take advantage of his kind little little ones: "It is a teacher, always a teacher. Feng Lingran let the teacher come out to take care of you. Take care of you."
Purple clothes are sad and hate themselves. If Feng Lingran, he will never let Xiao Yu follow the Nangong. If Xiao Yu does not leave his sight, he will not be born a curse by Luo Yuan’s poisonous little animal.
Blame him, blame him.
He is not worthy of being her master, and he can't even protect his own littlesters.
Xiao Yu struggled to raise his little hand and touched his handsome and self-blaming cheek. He felt very hard to talk, and the blood on her body was running out!
"Master... don't blame yourself, don't blame you, you are very lucky, there are masters."
After a pause, Xiao Yu’s pale lips moved again, and the twilight said with amazement:
Master, fast... no, you can... let him out? Apprentice... think about him.

Xiao Yu’s eyes are foggy, and life is passing. She even counts her own countdown. She wants Feng Lingran and wants to see him again when she leaves.
But soon, Xiao Yu changed his mouth again: "No, Master, don't let him out. If the child is dead, don't tell him."
The purple dress looked at Xiao Yu’s appearance, and his heart was uncomfortable:
Stupid.