Chapter 1192: One dead road (3)

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Monsoon smoke!
The woman who has been reluctant to disclose her name has the same name as the one who made his nightmare!
St. Long's incredibly wide-eyed eyes looked at the delicate face of the city, as if looking for the familiarity in memory.
No, she won't be a monsoon smoke, absolutely not...
I don’t know if the monsoon smoke heard the prayers in the heart of the Holy Dragon Emperor, or what she did. She raised her hand and, in the face of Long Yue and Shenglong Emperor, lifted the instinct that enveloped her body, the delicate appearance. Then it was printed in the eyes of the Holy Dragon Emperor.
Today's monsoon smoke is exactly the same as the portrait on the wanted order of the Shenglong Empire!
"Great Emperor... I was working with you at the beginning, I hope that you can solve the problem of the temple for me, but now, it is difficult for you to protect yourself, and the cooperation between us is over." The monsoon smoke slightly lifted his chin, smiling Among the eyes, there was a chilling killing.
The Holy Dragon Emperor could not believe that the woman she saw in these few days turned out to be the monsoon smoker!
At this moment, Shenglongdi remembered that when he was just looking for Longxi, Longxi’s attitude was obviously very indifferent. If it was not a few times of monsoon smoke, Longxi’s attitude was simply unwilling to interfere with the Shenglong Empire. Things, almost every time Longxi’s heart turned back, came from the opening of the monsoon smoke.
She is deliberate!
She has already counted everything!
The Holy Dragon Emperor couldn’t help but tremble. He couldn’t imagine what stupid things he had done.
He was in the face of the monsoon smoke, wanting to go to the star soul to raise her all kinds of crimes, all of which, now, it is so ridiculous and sad!
St. Long's desperate struggle, in the face of the monsoon smoke, is as vulnerable as tofu.
These days, the monsoon smoke is watching his jokes all the time.
As soon as I thought of myself, I was so diligent in the face of the monsoon smoke, and the Holy Dragon Emperor could not wait to slap himself.
Dig your own grave.
He really is digging his own grave!
After seeing all of this, the Holy Dragon Emperor leaned against the wall, and the body had been soaked in cold sweat.
Before the monsoon smoke has not revealed his identity, he may still have such a trace of luck, but now... all hopes have vanished with the announcement of the monsoon smoke identity.
He is finished.
This time, it’s really over.
Under the planning of monsoon smoke, can Shenglongdi once be able to pull back a city?
No, not at all!
I know that today, why should I be at the beginning...
The Holy Dragon Emperor wants to put the monsoon smoke to death many times, but every time, the loss is his own, and this time, he will also pay the price of his life for his stupidity.
The reaction of Shenglongdi fell into the eyes of Longyue. He only thought that the other party had completely lost all hope because of the break of the monsoon smoke, and the reaction of the monsoon smoke made him very satisfied.
The monsoon smoke looked at the St. Dragon Emperor, watching this a little bit to drive her out of the home, step by step to force her to go to this step of the emperor, there is no mercy in the eyes.
She took a step forward and kicked the locked door with her foot. The figure immediately came to the front of the Holy Dragon.
Under the horror of the sacred dragon, the monsoon smoke raised a palm, and the sly squatting on the forehead of Shenglongdi!