Vol 9 Chapter 392: As thoughtful

"Ning Zhongliu! You must have met Ning Zhongliu ..."
There was a dark, humming buzzing sound in the blackened bronze cymbals.
This is an abandoned land temple. The original residents of Wolong Island also often come back to worship.
之后 Since the Wulin Conference was held throughout Wolong Island, the residents of the island have also sold their premises and lived in the surrounding big cities. The small temples here have naturally been deserted.
Li Muru, who boarded Wolong Island, buried cinnabar in the box, limiting Li Moyin's ability, and buried him together with the newly created copper cymbals under the of land.
埋 This burying is more than a month. Until recently, Li Muru encountered strange people at night, and he couldn't understand why, and he reunited with Li Mo when he was in doubt.
After listening to Li Moyin's explanation, Li Muru couldn't calm down.
Why did Su Ning Zhongli come to him?
What did you discover, or did you prove?
为什么 Why doesn't he speak, don't do anything, don't open the door and see the above explanation?
I even concealed my identity ...
到底 What does he mean in his heart?
Uh ...
At this time, Li Muru was confused in his heart.
I saw that my purpose was on the right track, and in the future, it was time for me to gradually realize my ambitions. At this time, Ning Zhongliu focused on myself ...
"Hey, hey ... I see the world's heroes, no one can be as forbearing as Ningzhongliu, the depth of the city, no one in the world can compare with him. Ningzhongliu is not a good thing ..."
幕 Li Muru was somber and cold, faintly said, "No need to say nonsense. Why do you think Ning Zhongliu appeared?"
"do not know."
"Then you think ..." Li Muru was even more upset.
"I don't think anything is important." Li Mo said with a grinning laugh. "What matters is you, what are you going to do ..."
"Ready?" Li Muru was lost in thought.
Huh, hum ...
In a ghastly laughter, the copper head slowly crawled out of Li Moyin's rotten head. The tanzanite in the copper head made him unable to recover the injuries on his face, the flesh on his nose, cheek, and the eyelids of his left eye. It was completely rotten, making him horrible like a corpse that had been rotten for many years.
Even though this was the case, Li Moyin still couldn't die, and the blood sect's skills allowed him to survive like a ghost.
"Brother Li, Brother Li. No matter what you do, I will use all my strengths to raise your skills to a half-step deification, and get the help of the blood infant sword, the strength is greatly increased, but today I saw that half-step deification ... I'm afraid it's still not reassuring! "
"What can you do?" Li Muru narrowed his eyes and looked at Li Moyin with a sneer.
Li Li was like a group of slime monsters, slowly crawled out of the bronze cymbals, put an arm on Li Muru's shoulder, leaned close to his ear, and said, "Kill a dragon ... drink his blood!"
"You're crazy!" Li Muru's eyelids fluttered and he whispered angrily. "I have just aroused Jiang's interest in breaking strings. How can I take risks? Besides, the lowest level in Kowloon is half-step deification. "
"I can help you ..."
幕 Li Muru showed a grin on the corner of his mouth and said coldly, "Li Moyin, I'm afraid your idea is for yourself, right?"
"Why not?" Li Mo revealed a sloppy smile, and through his rotten cheek, he could see the red tongue inside, "I don't want to die ... but I have no more use for you ... If you do n’t help you achieve your ambitions, what will you do if you kill me? "
"You are smart ..." Li Muru got closer to Li Mo's dreadful horror, Shen said, "But I advise you not to be smart!"
"Dare, dare not." Li Moyin bowed his head submissively. "I'm doing it for your consideration. Brother Li, although Jiang Duanxuan promised to give you the position of deputy leader, but you also know that Jiang Duanxian is only using your reputation in the folk. Jiang Duanxian really depends on it, really The core of this is Kowloon. If you want to achieve your ambitions, you must become Jiang's confidant, and if you want to become his confidant, you must become one of Kowloon. Killing a dragon will not only strengthen your strength, but more importantly, it is Make room for you. "
Li Muru's eyes brightened and he laughed aloud, saying, "Brother Li is awake to the dream person. Indeed, to be able to do something, you must be one of the Kowloon. But ... it is not only difficult to kill Long, it is useless to do it now. Jiang Duanxuan is not a fool. He won't hold me because he lacks a place ... Xianlong's ancestors spent a lot of money to become Kowloon. "
"What do you mean ..."
Li Muru shuddered slightly, and the shocked Li Moyin started to stand up and slowly said, "Well, let's do something big to make Jiang Xianxian happy ... Li brother, do you think Jiang Xianxian is the best now? What do you want? "
"..." Li Moyin looked gloomy, "The leader of the Wulin Alliance !?"
"Yes!" Li Muru showed a hint of appreciation.
"You can make him get what he wants?" Li Mo's face was strange.
Tong Mingyue took the lead, and the jade color was empty.
Li Muru slowly walked to the window of the earth temple, bright as daylight, but could not dispel the gloom on his face. "Some things are not done, and who knows the results ... Huh, Hehe hehe ha ha ha ha ... "
The laughter trembled and startled a flock of birds.
Under the candlelight.
Su Ning Zhongliu was sitting beside the feast, next to the candlestick wooden table, carefully looking at a piece of wood in his hand.
An old but compassionate face, long and slender hands like jade.
Grimace is exactly the face of an old man; but the hands are not like the hands of an old man at all.
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双手 The hands are not only beautiful, but also extremely stable.
Ning Zhongliu squeezed the wood by the dim candlelight, and gently scratched with one finger nail.
Just a moment, the sawdust has been rolled up, and the wood has been scraped from the top to the bottom, and a few axe-like natural curves have been scraped out.
Fingers rise again, delicate like flowing water, brushing in the hands, the wood is covered with cutting marks, clean and sharp, causing rich texture lines that make people tremble, just like the heavens and earth chaotic beginnings. Miao Ruotiancheng.
Within a short while, a sword-bearer had taken shape.
The wooden man has no face. He is elegant and personable. He looks like a gentleman standing in front of a sword, but if he looks closely, the wooden man has a high head and a raised chest. The fingers that were rubbed carefully showed the deep city and the greedy heart ...
I just saw it at a glance, and it turned out that this was exactly a copy of Li Muru.
神 Its similarity is difficult to describe in words.
I looked at the proud work in my hand, and Ning Zhong smiled slightly.
丢 Throw it into the package you opened. There are already a bunch of little wooden men three inches high ...
Miluo broke the enemy, Ye Qingxuan, Zhuo Huifan, Jiang broke the strings ...
Alas.