93 Happy Revenge

Out of the window. Through the lattice window, a white figure was faintly seen on the opposite corridor. Fengchuan sat up in shock. Could it be Brother Nange? Is he back? Did you find a way to cure the distant spirit?

No. Killing. When Fengchuan got up, he quickly closed the window. This murderous spirit is not for him, but it is like a seductive and murderous atmosphere dancing on the petals, which is really familiar.

Falling jacket!

How did you think of her? Hasn't she disappeared for a long time? No. It's not that there is no message. Fengchuan and others have been doubting that the jacket is...

Fengchuan clenched his fist. Damn, how did you forget her - fireworks. Have you been together for too long, getting used to her gentle and low-browed appearance, and unconsciously relaxed her vigilance?

Fengchuan sat down firmly with the sword that was about to jump out of the scabbard. First, a man in white who looked like Nan Gezi flashed by, and then there was a murderous atmosphere similar to a jacket. It is suspected that the tiger should be transferred away from the mountain, and you can't act rashly.

In fact, whether Fengchuan is acting rashly or looking forward and backward, he is not helpful to the situation there at all.

The beauty in red walked gracely as if she had fallen from the sky, as if no one else had to walk in this deep courtyard. The big shadow wall was dyed red by her blood-like long skirt, leaving her five thick and blurred footprints like seals on the corridor. Bananas are like paper, blood is like ink; begonia is like a demon, no fragrance is poisonous.

Red clothes pass by, and corpses are everywhere.

What an interesting revenge. It makes people look forward to it.

She stopped in front of the wild goose building. The black hair that lingers in the wind like the delicate fingers of fat condensed jade and fluorescent colors gently hooks and satin. What an interesting revenge. At this point, why don't the master show up? Isn't that enough?

Hehe. The beauty smiled, her lips were cherry blossoms, and her teeth were slightly exposed. It's not enough, that is to continue to kill. She doesn't seem to be killing people, but acting coquettishly.

The clear jade-like nails burn the charming cold flame. Ah, in this quiet afternoon, the flowers burn in the summer wind, the blood dries up in the sun, the dead evaporate in the heat, fear - should also be in a beautiful dream, never wake up...

"Wow--" Five poisonous flames swept over and cut Ling Ran's scars in the air. An unknown body fell down in response. The burning shape of the wound is as beautiful as a dream.

Will the person she is looking for be in it? It's been a long time since I've seen you - no, I should say I see you every day. Burning, drying, evaporating, eternal silence... I don't know what he will like?

Happy revenge...Happy revenge! It's exciting.

She frowned. An eye-catching figure blocked the anticipation. The purple tights are as tight as the woman's tight nerves, and the murderous intention can ignite her anger more than anything else.

It's a pity that she is a woman. She is still a woman who spends time with her day and night.

Kill her - it's not that you can't. It's just that there is too much fun.

"Yo, is this the gentle and understanding sister Wumei in the past? I don't dare to recognize it with horizontal eyebrows and vertical eyes.

The girl in red took a step forward, hugged her shoulders, her legs were slightly combined, and her right toes were slightly grounded. It's not so much elegant as a posture that is ready to jump.

This kind of clumsy body is not enough for Wumei. She sneered and said, "Don't be polite. But I don't know if I should call you fireworks - or a jacket?"

Wu Mei looked coldly at the poisonous woman in red in front of her. Naturally, she knew how terrible she was. But since she can stand here, the other party naturally knows how powerful Wu Mei is. Almost the whole house was not poisoned, but she was fine.

Don't be in a hurry to figure out what's going on. It is most appropriate to leave the answer to the answer as the last sentence before she dies.

"Whatever. I don't like to fight with women. I just hope to make a quick decision.

The smooth ** of the jacket is not stained with a drop of blood. It's just a difference in thought, and the pink ** has swept towards Wumei!

Wumei jumped up while quickly retreating. She wants to see how the poison attack will no longer work, without any weapons, and her body is not as good as her jacket to win this battle!

Oh, what a ghost method, it's just a cat-and-mouse game. No wonder the Xianshan Taoist School is so declining that the head of the Yuweitang School is actually made by such a small skill. What a waste!

The jacket turned around, and the red skirt flew like a pomegranate. The purple figure of Wumei drooped down from the high willows, brushed the green, and the willow leaves were listed as a knife array, and then brushed her cheeks at the moment of the side of the jacket. The falling jacket's eyes were cold, and the willow blade burned into cold ashes under her gaze.

Are your eyes poisonous? The instep of Wumei hooked the branch, and her body turned up dexterity. The slender figure had jumped to the top of the building.

So it seems that Wu Mei knows what kind of poison everyone is. The poison of vision, there is no need to know the specific name. The source of this poison is planted in Yaoling. While blocking her soul, anyone who sees her will be poisoned and lose the ability to fight.

Wumei was spared. It is really not clear about her invulnerability.

The sound of Wu Mei stepping on the tiles with her feet, making a strong "beat" sound. The poison of the jacket is powerful, but she is unlucky to meet Wumei.

"Ah, I said I want to make a quick decision. If you don't listen to me, you will suffer losses!"

The jacket giggled, held his waist with one hand, slowly lowered his body, and his snow-white chest seemed to jump out of his blood-red breast.

The ecstasy posture is not for ** anyone. She just wants to poison herself and make a good posture.

Wo's it, is it Guanwu?

Wumei gritted her teeth and poisoned with her eyes, which was naturally the level of martial arts. Why didn't she think of it just now? If she can use martial arts, her cultivation has reached the level of Xia Gulin!

At the foot of Wumei, the wall skin cracked, the beams and columns were shifted, and the sound of tiles loosening came from the bottom. Is she poisoning the building of Yan Guolou?

No! The prince and others have lost their mobility after being poisoned. Now Mr. Nange is still exorcising them. He must not be at this time...

Wumei jumped down and met the eyes of the falling jacket. The jacket looked at her whole body: the poison pinhole on the glove was empty. There is no poison arrow tied to the arm. The short scabbards on the left and right legs are also missing. On the waist, it is even more empty.

Unexpectedly, he didn't bring any sharp weapons, and the empty door opened, so he sent himself to the enemy!

is equivalent to death!

The jacket is not in a hurry to start. She would like to see if Wumei has any stunts that she hasn't used!

"No one!"

Wumei was dyed into purple eyes by murderous spirit, and the red phantom has burned into a fire!

Her palms patted on the top of her head. The frightened look in Luoyu's eyes was exactly the same as when Yuwei was tricked.

The sun is dim. I only felt dizzy in front of my jacket, and I couldn't tell whether it was day or night. The power accumulated in her body roared to Wumei like a tide, irreparable.

The eyes of the jacket made Wumei, who focused on the magic, extremely uncomfortable. Her sharp eyes were like a sharp needle in her palm, which made her itchy and almost impossible to continue.

What on earth are you looking at? What is her eyes exploring?

The blood wave rolled and the black wind roared. In the jade-like eyes, there was finally a slight change. She hooked the corners of her peach-like lips slightly, and the malicious smile was like laughing and licking the poison on the lipstick.

"Hum... I wonder why you are invulnerable... It turns out..."

The jacket supported his waist and slowly straightened up. The red fragrance, I don't know what fragrance is on the clothes, which makes Wumei upset.

"But knowing the reason, I feel even more strange. I didn't know your identity before. What about you? Have you forgotten what your identity is?

It turned out that the look just now had seen through the secret of Wumei. Although I don't know how she saw through it, but...

Wumei's palms have begun to blacken. Her lips turned into the same dark purple as her clothes. Poisoned.

"The poison of vision only works for living people. But the poison in my body can break everything in the world.

The jacket stretched out her smooth and crisp hand and gently grasped Wumei's already dark palm. It's cold.

How can the dead man's hands not be cold?

Although I don't know what method Wu Lingchun usually uses to make Wu Mei look like an ordinary person, when she used the art of nothingness just now, the poison power scattered from the jacket swept through her palm and had put hundreds of poisons into her body, and at least dozens of them would take effect on her. Now is the time when she is most weak, and there is no reason not to reveal her original form!

"Sister Wumei, now you can rest assured... If you want to study the solution of dozens of unknown poisons mixed together at the same time, you don't want Nan Gezi to bother to hurt yourself..."

The gorgeous eyes of the jacket suddenly darkened. She squeezed Wumei's palm and twisted it.

"Ah--!" Wumei fell to the ground like a broken puppet. The five blood-red silk shoes have stepped on her cheeks.

Weeds! B bitch!

- Dead corpse!

Who let you stand in my way! You corpse, corpse, corpse, corpse, corpse, corpse, corpse, corpse, corpse, corpse, corpse, corpse, corpse, corpse...

The jacket stepped on Wumei's face fiercely. The bones were broken and the sound of blood splashing made her crazy.

This is the first time I feel that it is difficult to torture people with poison!

"Oh--"

Wumei's blood splashed on the jacket **. She looked at the hot red, and her crazy eyes finally calmed down. How strange it is that people who have died for a hundred years will still have blood! There are even... hot tears!

What kind of ecstasy did Wu Lingchun pour into this stupid woman?

It is the so-called morality of the six princes to use a woman who should have died early and been reincarnated as their murder weapon!

Let this shameless morality end in her down jacket!

The soles of the jacket stepped on the new blood. She kicked open the door of the wild goose crossing the building. The hall on the first floor is empty. Are those injured guys hiding in the secret room or upstairs?

It doesn't matter. Look for it slowly.

Don't be in a hurry to leave this hall. He rubbed his wrists. When he broke Wumei's arm just now, he used too much strength.

No, it should be said that it's not big. I really didn't expect that there was still a stumbling block in this hall. It's also a woman.