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Accompanying the Rongrong cold moon, -Qunliu Hotaru chased and cut off the night. There was a faint light, and it drifted aimlessly into the darkness until a breeze slowly blows them to the dark water.

On the lake, which is five miles away from the north shore of Jingshen Island, the water is sparkling and ebb. Anyone who sees it can't imagine the picture below is so appalling.

Under the lake quietly sneaked a black ink boat.

Except that it can be underwater, no drop of water can leak in. What is even more surprising is that this ink boat is moving slowly. There is no wind under the water, I don't know how to sail. Wherever you go, you tend to avoid fish and dare not face it.

There was an old man sitting in the boat. He closed his eyes and calmed himself, sitting still. It seems that this spectacle has long been used to. He remained almost assimilated with his surroundings.

Until a few glimmers of light slowly drifted into the boat, it was actually-group flying firefly, slowly crossing the water to this point.

The old man opened his eyes and sank.

"Are you finally here?"

The flow of firefly seems to be frozen,-momentarily stationary. The dim light gradually peeled from the shell of the blue scales, leaving only the pitch black to which they were attached. It looked like it was being swallowed by a slow black stream, and gradually lost its light, gradually revealing its essence.

The cabin was bright. The cabin illuminated by dozens of juxtaposed golden headlights looks like daylight.

And ‘he’ is the only darkness.

The man wrapped in darkness opened his hands vigorously, laughed to the sky, and then lay down from behind. The boat is padded with golden embroidery, Zhu Mu Dan powder, and a soft mattress, almost a large bed. Unlike the rigid old man who sat upright, he seemed to be able to enjoy the luxurious furnishings inside the boat.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, it's been a long time since‘ ya ya wind. The things in the magic realm are still so wonderful, I ca n’t even look tired. ’

The old man was silent.

‘They’ are never afraid of being known.

In addition to traveling, they are all masters, and they are deeply involved in the way of concealing whereabouts. This 'Waterfall Wave' can sink to the bottom of the river, and the largest model can carry 50 people. If you can kill silently in a water battle, almost every effect can be miraculous, causing the opponent to die in an unknown.

Mr. An, anxious about the scenery at the bottom of the fish lake out of the boat, sighed, "If I was born, I would be sitting with these treasures, I'm afraid I would never go out all day long. Let's talk about sitting in the middle of the fragrant country. happy.

"If you are envious, Da Kefa's knife room will have a qualification to enter the realm.

"It makes sense. If one day I rise, I will learn to condense around the knife room. Maybe I can catch a baby doll.

The old man didn't have such a good temper to cope with his pose, but just stretched out his hand.

"Here."

Mr. An didn't look at him, he held back funny and asked.

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"what?"

The old man gave him a white-eye, unhappy air: "That new-born sword of heaven. I heard it seems to be called Emperor Dragon Slaughter. Since you came so late, you must have had enough fun. You should also let the old man look No? '

"The King of Poison is really old-fashioned, and what great tonic has been developed recently." He also raised a thumbs-up, which seemed extremely sincere.

Poison King's old eyes don't spend. That stalk of Emperor Yuanyuan is a big sword, and it is difficult to hide on the body even with wide robes and large sleeves. Mr. An's thin clothing at the moment is obviously not on him. It can only be understood that this "colleague" who is so mysterious is hiding the sword somewhere to prevent him from discovering it.

"What about the sword? Where are you hiding?

"Sword? Lost.

"lost?"

Mr. An lay down on the cushion, spread his hands, and could almost see his sneer from the sound.

It is impossible to judge the seriousness of this man from his voice or even his expression. Although this is already the consensus when getting along, the old man is still very annoyed by his laughter. He knows that many times this man is just trying to make a mystery. However, his long experience of getting along has made him feel that this time the man was not joking.

"When are you kidding me?

The drug king couldn't hold it, reached out-tugged, and tore off his mask. Under the dark mask, Zhang Yuemo's handsome face between the ages of 27 to 30 and more than 30 is revealed. It is no different from the appearance of "A Ji." The human skin mask he always wanted to tear off was indistinguishable from his original appearance.

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Only the poison king knows the true face of this person-ambiguous, no one knows whether this young face is him? The poison king has seen him use more than twenty different identities, no-one repeat. With the poisonous eyes of the poison king, the flaws of each of his skin masks can not be seen, which can be called awesome magic.

Not to mention his face, even his identity is like a fog. Even in front of the people in their organization who are entrusted to him, Mr. An is still the same, never showing loyalty and obedience as a subordinate. What he has shown time and time again is only extremely excellent ability and many 'results' that cannot be achieved by him.

It matters, and the poison king can't hold his breath anymore, angrily.

"What about the sword, where exactly are you hiding? It's not because you're hiding for the boring reason of soliciting credit. '

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