Chapter 252: Xier, how are you here?

However, listening to Zhou Yan'an continued: "Only after seeing the son, suddenly felt that compared to the imaginary Zijin real person, perhaps the son is our true savior."
Savior? What does it mean?
Zhou Yan'an's body was weak and his face was pale, but he sat up at this time and walked deep into the brook. "The son of the priest is not in the same breath. He just gave up his life and saved himself because there is something to do."
"tell me the story."
"If there is no guess in the next, the son is the doctor who healed the Ouyang Shizi."
Zhou Yanan looked at him a little nervously, until he nodded and admitted, then he breathed a sigh of relief, and then said: "When you leave the secret, you want to ask the son to help save someone."
Zhou Yan'an's words are extremely straightforward, but Tunxi is a long sigh of relief.
What she is most afraid of is the use of calculations in the dark. She regards her as a chess piece. The trading pleading on the bright side like Zhou’s treasurer is her favorite way of doing things.
In any case, having a clear trading purpose is better than ignoring one's own feelings.
Thinking of this, Tunxi slightly raised his head and said faintly: "Well, I promised you to ask for it, and it is to return your human feelings today."
However, the seventeen-year-old boy, when he said something big, did not hesitate on his face, and his eyes were burning and amazing.
If this is said by other people, it will make people feel arrogant, but the young boy in front of him said that Zhou Yanan only feels that it is reasonable, and is very happy.
During the conversation between the two people, Tunxi suddenly changed his face slightly.
She feels that many people are coming in this direction. Everyone's atmosphere is very powerful and terrifying, and they don't know whether they are enemies or friends.
She was about to open her mouth to remind Zhou Yan'an and the wind above the valley. Suddenly, the Fenglian shadow in the high air made a painful mourning, and the whole person fell like a kite with a broken line.
In the eyes of Gu Liufeng, there was a slight mistake in the eyes, and then the eyelids slightly picked up, revealing a touch of smile.
The next moment, a sturdy swordman who was full of killings rushed straight into the valley.
The valley wind looks a little condensed, and the change of the former with the Fenglian shadow when the casual, a wave of right hand, issued a hot red sword mans.
The two swordsmans meet at high altitude, and an earth-shattering energy erupts, causing a burst of aura fluctuations in the entire secret space.
After the explosion, the wind of the valley slowly fell, and took a step back.
The thin lips exposed outside the mask, because of the turbulence of the blood, the cherry-like redness.
"Less Lord, are you injured?" Zhou Yanan exclaimed, and he was struggling to get up and treat him.
The wind in the valley is a slight smile, and the deep eyes look at the people who are slowly appearing in the distance. Lang said: "The imperial court of the King of Pluto is deep, and it is worthy of the name."
I saw that many of the group of people were high-ranking warriors above the Jindan period. The purple-haired man headed by him was anxious, holding the white-faced Fenglian shadow in his arms and shouting anxiously. "Lian Ying sister, are you okay?"

Behind the purple man's body, the footsteps of carelessness came from a gloomy look, and the cold-eyed Nangong Temple.
The cold eyes of Nangong smashed through the wind in the valley, and fell behind him with carelessness. Then the pupils suddenly shrank.
"Xi, how are you here?!!" Nangong’s voice was extremely high, and the people present were almost shocked.