Dragon Green!

The night feather pupil shrinks slightly, and the breathing is tight. When I searched for the soul in Longwu, Longwu’s memory was quite impressive.

Long Qingying, the lord of Luomen, seems to be gentle and refined, but in fact it is ruthless and unrelenting. It has been promoted to the late Huangling period, and the poison is unfathomable. In the younger generation, the talents are all within the talents. It is the first.

"The Dragon Gate is very polite." The night feathers showed a smile on his lips, and his eyes seemed to have no intention of sweeping the two men behind Long Qing.

"Ms. Demon Ji, it is not convenient to talk here, is there any interest in sitting in the tea house." Long Qingyi smiled.

Night Yu blinked and scorned, and analyzed the situation in front of her heart. She could not provoke this person before she advanced to Huang Ling.

"Since the main goal of the Dragon Gate is down, it is better to be respectful than to be respectful." Night Yu smiled.

The two entourages behind Long Qing’s entourage saw the night feathers promised, and immediately turned and walked out of the Shura duel.

The decisive answer of the night feathers allowed the dragon to be slightly different, and the thoughts flowed in the heart, making a gesture of gesture to the night feathers.

Shura’s duel is off the court.

When Shi Qing found out in the audience that Long Qingyi left, he felt a little different in his heart. He went out to observe what Dragon Green is going to do.

Shi Qing stood on the corner of the street and looked at the door of the duel field, hesitating whether he would go in and investigate.

Just as Shi Qing thought about it, Yu Yu and Long Qingyi also had a secluded roman disciple who walked out from the inside and walked to the opposite restaurant.

Seeing this scene, Shi Qing's muscles tightened and rushed into a shop next to him.

The night feathers walked to the center of the street, the sixth sense of the woman told the night feathers, some people were watching their own, and ... this gaze is not ordinary, the feeling of the night feathers, very familiar.

The night feathers stopped in the same place, and the line of sight and mental strength simultaneously scanned the direction of the former Shi Qing standing.

"Ms. Demon Ji, what's wrong?" Long Qingying noticed the strangeness of the night feathers.

"Nothing." The night feathers smiled and sneaked a glimpse of the direction in which Shi Qing had just stood, and went to the tea house with Long Qinglan.

Just walked to the door and came out from the tea house. It was the secluded roman disciple who had just stepped out of the registration office.

"The doorkeeper, do it well." The disciple reported it and stood on the side of the body.

Long Qingying looked at the night feathers again and smiled: "Ms. Demon Ji, please."

The night feathers glanced at the tea house. The inside was very quiet. The guests had all been driven away. The shopkeeper and the tea house buddy stood aside.

The main dragon of the secluded Luomen, the figure that can make the inside tremble, will come to this small tea house, it is estimated that no one can think of it.

Going up to the second floor and picking up an elegant table, Long Qingyi waved his hand and sealed the door and window with a spirit to isolate the spirit of the tea house.

The two sit and look at each other.

"A few days have not seen, Miss Devil Ji has broken through from the late ninth to the ninth-order peak. This talent is amazing." Long Qing's low-browed tea, the words in his mouth seem to be talking to himself.

"It’s just luck, it’s not a gift.” The night feathers looked straight at the dragon green, and there was no fear in the eyes.

"The ten blood spar, help a lot of young ladies." Long Qingyi will just raise his hand and pour tea, the cup of tea wants to overflow but does not mean to stop.

"The Dragon Gate is polite, killing people and paying back their debts."

"The people are rude, I hope that the young lady will not be surprised, those blood spar, just give the lady a face-to-face ceremony." Long Qing's mouth is still smiling, looking up at the night feathers, his eyes suddenly a cold, screaming: "You What is the relationship with Xuan Ming Zun!"