Chapter 1546: I am here

Xuanmu seems to have never seen the faces of everyone, but he is cold and cold: "He can live to prove the innocence."
Jin Zeyu and others waited for a glimpse, and then they reacted. Many people in the abandoned medical branch kept their fists tight, pressed the fear of their hearts, and told themselves that if nothing happened, there would be nothing!
On the other hand, Nangonghua was stiff for a long time, only to breathe a sigh of relief, and pointed to Nangong Temple with horror and fear. He screamed: "Nangong Temple, what are you doing? Nangong Xin is your pro-three uncle! Are you going to kiss you? Just for a male pet with watery poppies? You..."
The second sword of Nangong was thrown out, with the momentum of destroying the earth.
The rolling thunderclouds rushed to the clouds and descended from the sky.
The crowds were all horrified, and they thundered and threw them down, scaring them not to escape.
The scene was a mess, and even the old lady of Nangong was almost knocked down by the crowd.
Everyone, including Lu Hao and Yun Jingxue, looked at Nangong’s eyes full of horror.
At this time, Nangong’s expression was extremely calm, but the original dark eyes were red, like burning fire.
His gaze is not with a trace of warmth, but rather like to smash all the people.
Even Qing and Xuanwu were shocked and felt that they felt that the Nangong Temple at this time seemed to have completely changed.
Nangong’s sword once again points to Nan Gonghua, who will even tremble with the hands of the magic weapon.
Tell me, where is it? Otherwise, I don’t mind pulling all of you to hell!

Nangong Hua's foot stepped back, a master of distraction, facing his own nephew, he felt the fear of extinction, and there was no courage to fight.
Just when the thunderclouds were in the air, when the swords were smashed, a voice that was clear and pleasing to the ears, and the male and female were difficult to distinguish.
"Nan Gong, I am here."
The sound penetrates the thunder, and it is transparent and crystal-clear, and it is transmitted to everyone's ears.
The movement of Nangong’s sword was suddenly stiff, and the body seemed to be stuck, and he could only slowly and stiffly turn around.
The thunderclouds that shrouded in the sky slowly disappeared, and the horrible smell of destruction was gradually dissipated.
Everyone suddenly turned back and looked in the direction of the sound.
I saw a beautiful young boy with a cold look and a soft and soothing look in his eyes, looking at the stiff Nangong Temple.
The boy slowly walked to the Nangong Temple and looked up at him with a soft smile on his lips.
Obviously, it is shallow to almost no smile, but the person who sees only feels like a flower in full bloom, and in a flash of cloud and rain, the sky is clear.
"Nan Gong, don't worry, I am here."
Nangong looked at her for a long time and suddenly reached out and held her tightly into her arms.
The hot tears spilled from his eyes, buried deep in the neck of the fragrant scent of Tunxi, not seen by anyone, dripping between the delicate white clavicle.
The hot temperature is like the engraving of the soul, sinking into the bottom of the stream, telling the man's fear and thoughts, despair and affection.
Nangong, he really regarded himself as the life, even more important than his own life.
Tunxi stretched out his hand and hugged him back. He gently patted his back as if he was appeasing that the man almost lost control: "Nan Gong, don't worry, I'm fine."
Thinking of his own experience in that ridiculous yard, Tunxi was also afraid for a while.