321 chapter heartbreak without trace

"Night is cold, what are you crazy about? Why do you laugh so debauched?"

The ridiculous laughter of the night made Tu Qianjun and the people around him stunned, and then he was slightly nervous. After all, the night is cold, but the reputation is based on killing. After a thousand squats, Tu Qianjun looked at a saint who was hiding behind him. He was slightly relieved and full of enthusiasm. Gloomy face, angered: "You haven't figured out the situation yet? Do you think this is still Jinghu Island? Is there something old in your family? Today I want to calculate the general ledger with you!"

"Haha!"

At night, I heard the intimidation of Tu Qianjun’s nakedness. Not only did the look not be afraid, but the laughter was more cheerful and debauchery. When Tu Qianjun finished, he stopped smiling, but his mouth was still cold and evil. He said scornfully: "Tugongzi, you don't want to stay in your home city, but dare to run out, I admire the night. You, pure man...just, I want to calculate the general ledger with you!"

"Night and cold, I can only see you like this person. If you get some so-called adventures, you can't be arrogant. Who do you think you are? Even if you are the second dragon, you can't still be in front of our city. Next?" Tu Qianjun saw the smile of the night light and the sinister evil, and his expression was even colder. He held out a hand and pointed at the cold night. He said with angrily:

"What are you doing? Actually dare to despise me so much? In Jinghu Island, you dare to fall my face? Dare to grab the woman I am looking at? You are ready to go against you?"

The more and more angry the Tu Qianjun said, the anger and resentment accumulated over the years, apparently broke out at this moment. He walked back and forth a few steps, not waiting for the night to say coldly, shaking his hand again, angered:

"Do you know, because of this kind of scorpion, Laozi was shut down for five years? Laozi was completely closed for five years in the prison! Even my father was angered by the Lord. You, what kind of thing, what are you? At the Darkmoon Hotel, when my face is so mad, dare to meet me alone, and laugh so crazy? Are you not afraid of death?"

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

Tu Qianjun’s eloquent speech did not cause excessive excitement in the night’s chilling mood, but in exchange for his applause and helpless smile.

"What are you laughing at? How are you afraid? If you are afraid, just like this, you are self-destructive, kneeling down to Laozi, how can I spare you a dog?" Tu Qianjun saw the night cold and smiled, thinking he I finally recognized the situation and opened my mouth and laughed.

"I am not afraid, I am thinking. You Laozi can give birth to you such a ... idiot, but also ready to go against the sky."

The bitter smile of the night's cold mouth turned into a ridicule, and his eyes suddenly became sharp and radiant. His voice was dull, but there was a kind of Sen cold that could not be said:

"Of course I am not a big deal. Compared with your high-ranking gods, I am a citizen. But... I want to say that if you leave your Laozi, you can’t even count on the people. Your status is high, the city of God. The son, the first young master of the mainland. But what is wrong with this? Are you a godson son, all the mainland should be in front of your feet, give you shoes? That is no trace of snow, it is not my night light. I The night is light and cold, and the parents are never swearing at anyone, let alone you, the master of your family, the Lord of God, and no such qualification!"

"Moreover, what are you? What is your Laozi? Isn't it a dog that God is raising? Is it that I have let you squat for five years? It is nonsense, you don't murder me, will you swear?" Nether Island has killed so many people, you are five years in prison, do you think you want to pay off? Not enough! You said that I am crazy in front of you? Haha... With the strength of Xiaoye is stronger than you, with Xiaoye Knife in the hand!"

The night is not as excited as the Tu Qianjun. Instead, the more calm, the hand, the black slender knife, held in the hand, danced a few knives in the air, and finally pointed to the Tu Qianjun, the momentum of the arrogance Cold weather: "Today, Xiaoye, I want you to kneel down to me!"

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

The last two words of the night lightly used the battle gas bonus, and echoed in the passage. Coupled with the momentum of his arrogance, Tu Qianjun and his party collectively took a step back.

"You..." Tu Qianjun was suddenly shocked by the momentum of the night, and he couldn't help but step back. He woke up and became very angry. Behind him, there is a sanctuary and so many powerful people, what is he afraid of? When he looked at the dark moon after the cold night, his face was more gloomy, and he twitched his mouth, revealing a trace of dissatisfaction: "Night light cold, don't look at your strength, with the madness, today we look at See who is going down?"

The night was light and cold, and he looked at a golden robe man behind Tu Qianjun with indifference. He mocked and said: "Isn't there a saintly situation? The young man is not afraid, let him come out!"

"amount?"

Tu Qianjun was shocked, and everyone in the Jinpao behind him was shocked. Night light cold actually knows that there is a saintly place on his side? This saint's situation was secretly sent to him by his father. It was hidden in the air. It was not the close of the saints. How could it be discovered?

Tu Qianjun’s eyes flashed rapidly and he decided not to hide his killer. He slowly extended a hand, and made a strange gesture on the top of the sky. The palm of his hand suddenly gave a slight light, and then he drank to the night and shivered.

"Night light cold, you give me to die, Chun brother is invincible, domineering man to kill, start!"

Chun brother is invincible? The tyrants kill? what?

At night, he looked at Tu Qianjun inexplicably. At first, he thought that he would call the strong man of the saintly position. He did not expect that he had made a very inexplicable movement and said something more inexplicable.

Only when he finally heard the word, he suddenly felt the danger.

The danger came from behind, behind a cold murderous, a sleek whirlwind, which made him suddenly wake up, he quickly turned around, but saw a scene that he could not believe.

He saw a black ****, **** on the faint dark light, holding a **** is a very white and slender jade hand, jade hand, is a familiar face... ...and a pair of cold scorpions.

"Hey!"

The twilight and shock of the night was not slowing down. The black **** slammed against the icy chest of the night, and the dark light on it was a bit colder at the moment.

If the night is light and cold, if you change the position quickly, you are likely to avoid this deadly assassination. But the night was cold but not moving, but the eyes were stunned and looked at. The pair of cold and cold scorpions in front of them, shaking their heads, gently whispered: "No... impossible!"

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, **** paused slightly on the body of the night, and then went straight to the left chest of the night, but in the case that everyone did not know, his chest faded a faint light, will * *** The position of the stab, translated a few inches.

Suffering from such a big trauma, the night was still cold, and his eyes were still motionless. Some of them looked at the cold scorpion in front of them, and a bitter smile appeared in the corner of their mouth. The trembling asked:

"Dark moon, why?"

The scorpion of the Dark Moon has no temperament of the past, and it is charming and charming... but it is cold and chilling. She did not answer the words of the night, but gently pulled out the ****, and quickly walked toward Tu Qianjun. Finally, she slaughtered Tu Qianjun on one knee. She did not speak, nor looked back at the night. It seems that the two have already Become a stranger.

"why why……"

With the withdrawal of the dark moon ****, a **** fog emerged from the chest of the night, and he inserted the knife into the ground with one hand, so that he would not fall. I have been holding my hand on my chest, but I still can't stop the **** arrogance. At this time...he did not care about the pain in his chest, but licked the wound, staring at the dark moon, shaking his head constantly, whispering.

His chest hurts, but he doesn't care. At this moment, his most painful thing is not the chest, but the heart!

My heart hurts, my heart hurts, my heart hurts...

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