Chapter 1415: Wind raging anger (2)

Chapter 1415, the anger of the wind (2)
Even though the dog man is her love rival, she clearly understands that at this moment, only the dog man can protect the little dew...
She is not like this, hating her own weakness and incompetence.
......
As soon as the night turned, I saw Tang Yin, who was protected by Qin Yi in his arms.
His mouth evoked a satirical smile, his body was like a sword, and he immediately went to Tang Yin.
The wind was the first to see the night that rushed to Tang Yin, and his face changed suddenly: "Auntie, Xiaoyin, go away!"
Her voice was also a surprise to the people present.
When they looked at it, they found that the night had already arrived in front of Tang Yin...
There was a faint light in his eyes, and the sword in his hand did not hesitate to stab.
Qin Yi's face was white, and under this powerful power, she couldn't resist it. She could only rush her back and face the stabbing sword.
However, the long sword of the night one was obviously biased, bypassing Qin Yi and stabbing Tang Yin.
"Miss!"
Thousands of shadows are crying, and I don’t want to rush to Tang Yin. I want to pull the long sword in the hands of the night...
At the moment of the millennium, a white dress suddenly flashed and rushed to Tang Yin’s face.
The long sword pierced her body, and the blood rose like a rose, dyed her white.
Tang Yin stunned, and she looked up and saw a face that was completely ruined.
But...not ugly, but beautiful.
"you……"
Susie is born, why is she... to save her?
Tang Yin’s eyes were sour, tears could not help but flow down, how could not stop.
In front of the woman's mouth is bloody, her chest is stained with blood, bright and stinging.
"Little ya."
The wind flashed like a body, and fell in front of Xiaoya. She threw a bottle of Lingtang poured into the bottle: "Drink it, go and wait for me."
Xiaoya caught the Lingtang, but the severe pain still made her pale, because she lost too much blood and no blood.
She stood obediently, her eyes calm and silent.
The wind rises like a hand, and the palm of the hand squats on the back of the night.
With a bang, the whole brain of the night was smashed into a blank, staring at Venus.
She lifted her leg again and squatted on the lower abdomen of the night and flew him out.
A blood spouted out at night, and a little embarrassed looked up and looked at the wind.
"you……"
His second word, could not be said again, the wind fell like a sloping foot, and stepped on his face.
From beginning to end, the girl did not say a word again, her expression was cold, and there was no wave in the calm voice.
During this period, Hu Qing did not want to kill the wind, but this small pot is now not dead, even if it is not playing Hu Qing, it is still very persevering after each time it is shot. , blocked the road of Huqing...
Hu Qing was angry and burned the fire: "A waste pot, I dare to stop me, I will completely melt you today!"
The small pot saw the fire of Hu Qing's body, and paused, some fear, but it looked at the wind behind him, and went fearlessly to the Shanghai-Qing attack...
......
Inside the temple, a piece of silence.
No one talks anymore.
The night lying on the ground spewed blood, and even the clothes were stained with blood.
Originally, he looked at this little girl and the wind seems to be a good relationship, killing her a friend to please the doorkeeper.
I didn't expect the wind to be so angry.
If he is given another chance, he will never go to the idea of ​​playing this little girl...
(End of this chapter)