Chapter 1768: Which Anling home (seeking a ticket)

However, just after a sigh of relief, the purple vines in the sky were entangled, and there were countless squeaky mouths on the vines, biting towards him.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
A moment later, Qin Yuanzhi was tied to the ground by a bundle of silkworm cocoons, and the body was pitted, and there were and fuzzy wounds everywhere.
Especially the face, it is even more terrible, and there is still the beginning of the wind.
As for his men, at this time, it has long been an unknown headshot, and the death of one is terrible, and there is no whole body.
Qin Yuanzhi looked at the young boy in front of his eyes. His eyes were full of fear. His voice stuttered: "You... don't kill me, kill me, you can't escape!"
奚 Unknown see you want to ask Qin Yuanzhi, a hand gently, a huge stone will fall at the foot.
He sat down unceremoniously and looked at Qin Yuanzhi and asked: "I have something to ask you, you better answer honestly, otherwise, huh, I will make you die more miserable than yours."
Qin Yuanzhi glanced at the bodies, and he couldn’t tremble, and he was full of resentment, but he did not dare to refute.
"Where is this?"
Qin Yuanzhi looked up in a strange way, and the vines of the purple singer squatted and slammed on his head.
Look at what, the master told you to answer is not fast.
Qin Yuanzhi’s hateful roots can be a fear of death and pain, or let him replied:
This is the forest of the beasts at the intersection of the dark clouds and other borders.

Frowning, "Here is the Siamese continent? What year is it?"
Qin Yuanzhi was more suspicious of his identity, but he did not dare to show it. "Yes... it is naturally the Siamese continent. It is now the year of the gods."
What is the history of the gods? That is the same as the year in which I was in the temple and listening to Suzaku!
When you breathe a sigh of relief, it means that you are only being transported by the black hole, just like a transmission array.
Not like the last time, it was sent to the wild continent thousands of years ago.
In any case, the result is already very good, she does not want to stop in the gaps of time and space, and finally was swallowed up.
He looked at Qin Yuanzhi again. "Which Anling home you just said, is it Anling home?"
Qin Yuanzhi has not answered yet, and An Lingyi has carefully walked over and bowed to the pilgrimage: "Thank you for the help of the two sons."
His eyes fell on her face, and the strangeness in her eyes flashed away.
The girl's appearance is not as good as her mother's An Lingyue, but there is a similar situation between the two of them.
Is it true that Anling is really related to his mother Anling?
On the contrary, she herself, the appearance at the beginning is somewhat similar to An Lingyue, but slowly becoming more and more strange and beautiful, but it is more and more different from Anling.
An Lingyi whispered: "Is the name of the son of the son? Do you know my Anling family?"
He nodded. "You can say that. You know, An Lingyue?"
As a result of this statement, An Lingwei, just awake Anbo, including Qin Yuanzhi, who was by Wuhua, was shocked.
An Lingyu was also exclaimed: "The son, you...who are you talking about? Who are you who know?"