Chapter 754: Incompatible

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Chapter 754 is out of place
The dragon pours the evil spirits and lifts the scorpion. The color of the bloodthirsty eyes is more obvious.
It’s just right, the more people there, the more he likes it. The more he moves, the more excited he is!
Originally intended to destroy the flood gate, the upper bounds of this news were well known, but now he changed his mind, he is more interested in the strength selection after 10 days.
The man who took the lead went to Liao Longtian and rested him under a tree. He said lightly: "The door owner, nothing."
Liao Longtian shook his head slightly, condensed like a laughing and laughing dragon, and the killing moment was vacated around.
"Kill him to kill me!"
Tumo station got up and took a look at the dragon. The scorpion of a pair of scorpions was extremely complicated, and some were light and helpless.
"Ah..." The screams started again, and Liao Cangtian’s only healthy arm had an awkward dagger.
The blood was flowing, and the situation was down. The ink-stained eyes of the Tu-Mu were spinning, and the lower body helped Liao Longtian to seal the meridians and pulled the daggers on his limbs.
"Since I dare to come to Hongmen to trouble things, how can I still dare to show people in the true face?" In the early morning of the cold mang, the Tumo of a black robe was out of place.
The dragon's face is smirking, but the slightly pale face is not soft, and it is dark and dark: "You still don't deserve to see my true face."
As soon as the voice fell, more than a dozen black people came to the side of the ink, and the feeling of strangeness and enchantment shocked the surrounding atmosphere.
Tumo's eyes were slightly picked, and a dozen black people jumped in the air, but disappeared into the air in the next second.
The breath became a bit strange, and there was some depression around the air.
In the blink of an eye, the black man once again came to the dragon to fall around the evil spirits. In addition to being cold, they did not belong to the killing of the moment.
The dragon’s eyes are undercurrent, and the evil is cold.
On that day, a large number of people came again, and they only made funeral objects under his men. They blew the blood of Hongmen, and they were full of blood.
The news was raging in one day.
They are all talking about a mysterious person who washes the floodgates and can still leave without any injury.
The news came out, and the addition of the Jinhongmen Golden List was posted, and the heroes were called together. The people of all walks were more curious, so they quickly rushed.
Naturally, it includes Cangyunbao and Qingcheng Jiafu.
Seven days later, more people have been able to participate in this strength selection, and Liao Chongtian’s injury is already good, but now I need to take a wheelchair.
A messy flood gate restored the scenes of the past, but still faintly reveals the smell of killing that day.
For the sake of convenience, the enchantment of the sky has been removed, and the feeling of strangeness and gloom is gone, and the martial arts platform is located at the gold, silver and bronze list outside the flood gate.
Ten days later.
Today, Cang Yun Bao Yu Yu Yan and Jia Fu Jia Qing Chun have come, and there are some people who dress up strangely. Some things are dark and some breathe.
Until noon, the people of all walks of life have gathered together, all sitting in the house of the Hongmen Gate, bustling, old friends who have not seen each other for a long time, gathered together, all in the cold and yin.
In the crowd, a man wearing a white gauze sits in a remote corner. Although his position is inconspicuous, he always attracts other people's attention.
He leisurely lifted the teacup and sipped a sip, revealing the elegance between the manners, and the white coat and the volume, with a clean and indifferent.
"Do you mind if I sit down?"
A smattering of the British voice, Nangong Yi slightly lifted the scorpion, took a look at the man, nodded slightly.
"How come one person?" Yan Yuyan looked at Nangongyi with some doubts, especially his appearance under the white gauze.
Nangongyi put down the teacup, and the cool voice said: "Friends have not yet appeared."
"It turned out to be like this." Yan Yu said with a smile, but there was a trace of loss in the words. "I don't know if we can be friends?"
Nangongyi under the white gauze, heard her words, a slight smile on the lips of the slightest, a strange smile.
Although Yan Yuyan could not clearly see his smile, he could feel that he was laughing, and the smile made her feel uncomfortable.
"What are you laughing at?" Yu Yu said that the thin eyebrows were twisted, with a hint of anger.

Does the girl say this to every stranger?
Nangong Yi’s voice was indifferent and cool, picking up the teacup and coveting it.
"What do you mean in the end?" Yu Yu’s voice was sharp and the anger was obvious.
"Hey..." The broken sound of porcelain.
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"This meaning, do not know satisfaction?" Nangong Yisheng is like a spring breeze, but with a cold and indifferent.
The white clothes are moving, and he suddenly left.
At that moment, the tea cup in the hands of Yan Yuyan instantly collapsed, the residue continued to slip, and her hand showed three tiny cracks. The wound had been there for a long time, but the blood began to overflow after he left.
Yan Yuyan looked at the back of Nangong Yi, and the eyes were stiff.
A man who is so gentle and ruthless, doing things is extremely abrupt, just like what kind of hatred is between them.
Have they seen it? Is there any barrier?
Obviously they have not seen it, but where did his attitude towards her come from?
Consistent style?
Yan Yuyan sneered, I wanted him to do something for her, but in exchange for the lessons of this blood, but when will she be taught by others? This account, first remember.
In the crowd, a pair of evil eyes have always looked like two people laughing and laughing, and they are lazy and comfortable, but they leave after Nangongyi left.
After Liao Chongtian received the crowd, everyone gathered in the ring of the ring except for the flood gate.
In the inn of the station, the statue of Nangongyi appeared and went straight to the lobby on the second floor.
In the hall, only one woman in black wearing a black gauze sat in front of the window, and that position was just right to see the sides of the ring.
"There are all coming, a lot." Nangongyi sat opposite the woman, gentle and cool.
The woman heard the words squatting, did not answer, and the cold air around her was more sharp with his words.
"What are you going to do?" Nangongyi picked up the samovar on the table and looked at it with a spiral of contemplation.
The woman sneered a sneak peek at the sound of sandpaper rubbing: "A nest!"
Nangong Yi smiled. "Is it still cooked?"
"You can consider it, you can do a good thing for the dog." The woman's lips plucked a touch of bloodthirsty smile.
The woman swept around the ring and her eyes were on a man in a white robe.
After a moment, she regained her gaze, but the depths of her eyes were no longer calm.