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She looked up and saw her hand, and her palm was bright red and viscous blood... The strong **** smell made her consciousness return.

"You..." Zuo Qingyu couldn't believe the phoenix dance. "You hit me?"

Zuo Qingyu has never been beaten like this in her life, so she hasn’t recovered since now.

but--

Feng Dance simply ignored her, and even Feng Dance completely ignored her.

Now for the phoenix dance, the most important thing is Qiu Ling.

This child cares for her from an early age, taking care of her in every possible way, the full-time girl.

"Girl--" Qiu Ling saw her face, the pale, bloodless face, and a hard smile: "Miss...Autumn before the death...I finally saw you..."

Feng Wu took a look at her: "What nonsense, what is dead, there is me, who dares to let you die? Was it not very timid? Just a bad word from your girl would not say?"

Qiu Ling was still very calm, but after seeing her own girl, the more she wanted to be more wronged, the more she wanted to be more and more afraid. Suddenly, she wowed out.

"Girl... oh... girl, Qiu Ling is actually very afraid..."

Feng Dance patted her head without curiosity: "Well, okay, go back and talk to your coffin head, see how your girl I avenge you!"

Feng dance put down Qiu Ling and slowly stood up.

When Feng Dance stood up, her gentle breath of Qiu Ling disappeared instantly, and replaced by murderous anger!

Feng dance turned his head, the pair of cold and chilly eyes, staring at the left green feathers.

And at the moment, Zuo Qingyu...

She was looking at her own left hand, and her other hand was holding a big wound like a bowl.

The wound in her hindbrain was too big, and her squatting was tight, and the blood was flowing out like a spring.

The three princesses did not know when to retreat to the left of Qing Yu.

The angle at which she stood, just to see the back of the left green feather, and at the moment -

Zuo Qingyu's entire back was soaked in blood.

Scarlet liquid, flowing down from the back of the head, dyed red clothes, not only, dripping to the ground and flowing.

Soon, her footsteps extended backwards, which was a clear blood in the pool, and the blood was still spreading.

A person's blood is limited, how can it withstand such a flow?

The three princesses stared at the huge wound of Zuo Qingyu. I don’t know why, my heart suddenly started to panic...

There is a very bad feeling in her heart...

Her feet, subconsciously back, quietly retreat...

The three princesses retired silently, while the phoenix dance stepped forward and was finally set in front of Zuo Qingyu.

"Feng dance, you dare to hurt me, you, live, ran, dare, hurt, me!" Zuo Qingyu angered to the extreme, she stared at Su Luo, said word by word.

Feng dance mouth raised a slight curvature, smiled and stared at Zuo Qingyu: "I hurt you, how?"

"you--"

Zuo Qingyu did not say a word, Feng dance raised his arm, a fierce force from her palm!

Hey!

A heavy slap on the left side of the green feathers!

"what--"

Zuo Qingyu was slanted out by the whole person who slaps the phoenix dance!

A bang.

Her body hit the pillars heavily and was bounced back.

The wounds that were originally big, the more bloodshed.

"I not only hurt you, but also kill you!" Feng dance eyes are like killing the gods, revealing a strong and savage killing!

A strong sense of oppression was shrouded in the top of Zuo Qingyu's head.