Chapter 40 Butterfly Dance (09)

Lan Ming's throat was hot, and drops of blood flowed out of his mouth.

The for forsthia was shocked. How could the Yannian fragrance, who was still crying just now, become a murderous witch in a blink of an eye? Just too late to think about it, she pulled out her sword and flew over.

Seeing someone coming, Yan Nianxiang did not hesitate to pull Lan Ming's body over and block it in front of her. Lian Jian suddenly stopped, and the sword head was only a few centimeters away from Lan Ming's body.

"Don't stop, girl." Yan Nianxiang laughed and sent Lan Ming's body forward the next second, and the shining sword pierced his chest.

With his eyes widened, Lianjian loosened his sword and retreated repeatedly.

The slender jade finger held the smooth sword body, and Yan Nianxiang pulled out the sword in Lan Ming's body with a smile. A burst of blood gushed out. Lian Jian looked at the scene in front of him and his breathing became rapid.

He threw away the sword in his hand, and Yan Nianxiang pushed Lanming forward, and his blood-stained body suddenly fell to the ground.

"You guys should be the ones who provoked His Royal Highness the Demon King. Don't worry, it's all there. My butterfly girl will send you one by one to hell.

As soon as the voice fell, her figure rushed to Forsythia, but was blocked by a sword when the fan was about to touch her body.

With a strong wave, Yan Nianxiang had to take a few steps back, fixed her eyes, and a blue figure appeared in front of her.

The meat looked at the woman in front of him with cold eyes.

"Hey, boy, who allowed you to look at me like this?"

The fleshy eyes remain unchanged.

"It's ruined."

"What?"

"The blue clothes have been ruined by you."

Speaking of this, the meat gently turned around to look at the forearm behind.

If you wear it on a fortight fort...

A flash of light flashed in his eyes - then they are pretending to be lovers!

"Cough..." Lianqi lowered his head and scolded in his heart: Dead cat, when the battle is over, I want you to look good.

Yan Nianxiang's face sank, and she quarreled with the meat angrily.

"Nonsense! Open your dog's eyes and show me clearly! My mother's veil is worth a lot! Do you understand?"

"I don't have dog eyes, I only have cat eyes."

“......”

Looking up slightly, the brown pupil showed a trace of innocence.

"That's why I said it. It's ruined."

I couldn't help looking back at forearm, and turned my head to see the fragrance of the year of smoke in just a second, and my eyes were pitiping.

"What, do you want to think about my clothes? Let me tell you, my clothes are specially made for me by the owner of Ximing in the demon world. It is unique in the world. Don't even think about it!"

Is it unique? The flesh is angry——

"That's why I said, wearing it on you - it's ruined!!"

"Nonsense! Open your cat's eyes and show me clearly! My mother's light veil is worth a lot! Do you understand?"

The fortear is really embarrassing behind the meat...

Hey, hey - that - Miss Yan Nianxiang, shouldn't you say how good you are at this time? No one but you can deserve this set of valuable clothes?

A smile on the lips, meat. He said, "The dead can't use clothes. I'll kill you and peel off the clothes and give them to Foria."

Foria: Hey--I don't wear dead people's clothes...

"Hmm, I will smash ten thousand pieces of your body in ten moves."

As soon as the words fell, both of them rushed to each other. The impact of the sharp sword and the fluffy fan emitted a white light, and the two figures kept intertwined in the air. In this way, it was difficult to win or lose.

There is a trace of joy in the fortight's eyes.

"I feel... I have improved a lot..."

When in Piaomiaocheng, Lian Jian did not see the meat fighting, and the last time he saw the meat fighting with others was in the inn in the wild. However, compared with the last time, the meat this time is obviously much stronger.

Oh, my God... It's more than tripled...

"One, two, three, four..." The meat said as he beat: "eight, nine, ten."

A red # appeared on his eyebrows, and Yan Nianxiang snorted coldly, "What are you proud of? I must cut off your wrist within 20 moves."

The meat robe rolled in the air, and the battle between the two became more and more intense, resulting in directly breaking more than half of the pillars of the cabin. The snow-white fan changed a lot, and the Yannian's fragrant body became more and more. White poison scattered from the fan's body. The meat held its breath and went down with a sword, but so many games passed, but he did not hurt the Yannian fragrance at all.

Her eyes became poisonous. Yan Nianxiang scratched the fan from top to bottom, and the meat blocked it with her hands, but she kicked her from below, and her whole body was kicked over. Installed on the wall behind him, the whole boat shook violently. Lianjian held the sword and was ready to rush up, but the fragrant figure flashed faster in front of the meat.

Before she could stand up, the meat that was almost damaged by her, she saw a white fan attack. There was a "kap" sound from the room, and a line of blood sprinkled on the floor beside it. Through the shadow, Lian Jian saw the dark blue upper body and slowly fell to the ground.

Lian Jian and Xiaoyue looked at this scene incredulously, because it was so sudden that both of them were stunned.

No, impossible...

The fortear's body trembled a little, but Yan Nianxiang kicked the body on the ground and laughed:

"How's it going, die, haha..."

Dead...dead? ......

The for fortight's brain suddenly went blank.

She looked at the man who fell to the ground, holding the sword given to him by his master in her hand. Her face was full of traces of fighting, and her eyes were lightly closed, as if she were sleeping peacefully.

"Meat...meat?" Lian Jian shouted with common sense that she knew that the previous meat, whenever she called him, he would come.

She knows all this, she knows!

"Meat...meat..." Forthia was still calling, but the little crescent was hugging the fort's arm.

"Little crescent, meat he... he..."

Seeing the longing eyes of forlies, the little crescent just couldn't bear to lower his head.

She knows what answer Lianqi wants from her.

But...

In this room, she can feel anyone's breath, but Mu Sheng...

There is no breath of life in Mu Sheng's body.