Chapter 537: I don't like to listen

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But the top is not bronze, but it is dark, and it also emits a cold and scent.
Liuser slammed into the ground, and the steel whip immediately elongated, splashing a spark on the ground.
Mu Yan glanced at the ground and his face was ugly.
Because it was the moment of sweeping the ground, the bluestone paved in the room was directly corroded by a long and deep ditch.
Even the bluestone can corrode, let alone people?
"Jun Muyan, as a mortal in the area of ​​the mainland, can die in the hands of my heavenly doctor Liu Su, it is your great honor!"
As soon as the voice fell, the steel whip immediately made a squeaking sound and suddenly elongated.
Like a snake, go to Muyan.
Mu Yan wants to run the whole body's mysterious and spiritual resistance, but suddenly feels that both Qi Hai and Dan Tian have a pain.
She bit her teeth and forced the celestial piano.
The sound of the piano, a sound wall vacated.
[Sacred Handwoven] is being motivated!
The steel whip hits the sound wall and returns without success. Similarly, the spiritual and mythical exhausted Mu Yan also swayed and almost fell.
Liu Ru did not give her any breathing opportunity, and the steel whip came back again.
This time, the steel whip turned into countless whip in the air, falling like a rainstorm.
The sound wall of [Sacred Hand Weaving] is swaying under this unscrupulous blow, as if it will break at any time.
Mu Yan's roots bite, and there is no trace of blood on his face.
"Heavenly piano, can you hear my voice?" she asked with consciousness.
"Hey!" The answer to her is a disdainful cold.
Mu Yan did not pay attention to its attitude, but a low-pitched channel. "If I can't hold it, keep the life of Xiaobao for me."
"Hey, why should the deity..."
The voice of the Tianmo Qin has not yet fallen, and the sound wall built by the saint hand weaving the sky has collapsed.
The overwhelming whip shadow fell towards Mu Yan.
The tip of the nose seems to have smelled the rancid smell on the steel whip because it has been soaked in blood and corpses for many years.
Mu Yan closed her eyes in despair.
However, the expected pain did not come.
The body suddenly fell into a familiar and broad embrace.
Holding her hands and holding her tightly in her arms, like a pair of irons, she would not let her have a slight separation.
But it can be slightly trembling against her body, indicating how nervous and scared the body owner is.
Mu Yan’s lips shivered slightly.
Slowly raised his head and saw a familiar face.
"Emperor..." Her hoarse voice was with hope, with joy, and with grievances that she did not even notice.
The people who came were the emperors who arrived at the dawn of the millennium.
His eyes were slightly red, and he looked at the girl with bruises in his arms. For the first time, the indifferent face raised the feeling of distress and regret.
He actually let his girl suffer such damage.
Even if he briefly returned to the polar domain, it was to confirm that the identity of the Muyan theatricalist was not noticed.
"Yan Yan, it is me..."
The hoarse voice has not been spoken yet, and it is held down by a slender finger that is stained with blood.
Mu Yan struggled from his arms, and the pale, bloodless face evoked a sly smile. "Hey, emperor, don't you say that you didn't protect me? I don't like to listen." ""
"I am not a weak white flower. I need people's careful care to survive. I have my pride and my persistence!"