Chapter 882: The owner of the Southeast Province! ?

"Miscellaneous things, go away!" The guard who was called the boss, gloomy eyes came forward, the sword in his hand was pulled out, and the cold and cold pointed at Jing Yue and Shangguan Yu said: "I see You are looking for death!"
"嘶嘶~~!" Just when the guard was carrying the sword to the front, the burial flower wrapped around the waist of Jingyue suddenly extended the head of the snake, and the funeral flower of the scarlet snake core spit. The guard of the sword raised his back and forth, looking at the funeral flower in front of him with a look of fright.
"This is? Funeral red!?" Fortunately, the people who guarded the door were also aware of the goods. At first glance, they saw the red lines of the buried belly, and suddenly said such a sentence with fear.
"Hey? Know my family's small funeral flowers?" Jing Yue was very happy to bend his mouth, raised his hand and touched the cold body of the funeral flower. The faint opening said: "The little guy is really good, you are famous. I am coming to Yucheng."
"Who are you in the end!?" The guard looked at Jing Yue's movements, his face changed even more powerfully. A person could even command a viper, and he was still a funeral snake! It’s so frightening to be so intimate with the snake!
"We? We are ordinary people." The smile in Jingyue’s eyes was deeper. I looked at the guard in front of me and said, "You guys, we really want to see the southeast." What do you look like, let us go in."
Jing Yue said that it was very ‘friendly’ and once again touched the body of the funeral flower.
Suddenly felt that the skin of the funeral flower is so good!
It is smooth and cold.
How to maintain?
Jingyue touched the addiction, and the funeral flower was also felt very comfortable by Jingyue. The lazy turn of the skull, kneeling on the shoulder of Jingyue, almost a mouth can bite the neck of Jingyue, but Jingyue It seems to be completely unconcerned.
Yes, she just doesn't care.
How can a funeral flower bite her? Just kidding!
Just when the two sides were deadlocked, a rider suddenly came from the other side of the street, and instantly arrived at Jingyue and the crowd. The man who was headed was covered in a black robe with a huge face. Incomparable bull head iron mask.
Look at that body, the package is so strict that Jing Yue curiously blinked.
On a hot day, the package is so strict, are you not enthusiastic?
Jing Yue really wants to ask such a sentence.
"Principal!" Just when Jingyue and Shangguanyi secretly squandered their spit, they saw that they were in front of the door. They were very arrogant. After seeing the two men, they suddenly saw each other like a mouse. Like a cat, he screamed and shouted.
"Hey? House?" Jingyue suddenly squinted and looked at him in front of this seemingly eccentric person. This person dressed like an iron bucket is the owner of the Southeast Province! ?
No way! ! ! !
The iron bucket moved so far toward the southeastern gate, obviously watching him dress so thick, but the walking movement was light and fluttering, so Jingyue looked surprised, and the iron bucket floated to himself. In front of.
"Amount...something?" Jingyue leaned back and leaned back, his mouth slightly sucking, and looked at the man with a huge iron mask in front of him.
"You... is the emperor?" A low, hoarse voice was introduced into the ears of Jingyue. The harsh voice was like the harsh sound of metal friction, which made the listener burst into horror.