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This beat is an hour.

She didn't know how many undead people had fallen.

摞 摞 摞.

Disabled but not dead.

I don't know why, the power of these undead is very different from the undead who Su Yan encountered before.

These undead ... a little weak.

But there are so many, almost immediately after the fall, there will be new undead again.

Batch after batch.

Nanxun sat there, holding her fingernails all the time.

From time to time, look up.

Then he continued to lower his head and clasp his fingernails.

The light on her ankles was getting brighter.

She dangled, as if without notice.

Probably I feel that such a pair of exercises is too boring.

She raised her finger.

Those undead disappeared instantly.

In this huge prison, only Su Yan and her were left.

Nanxun opening

"I heard you like someone?"

Su Yan was silent.

Nanxun Youdao

"I heard that you worked very hard for that person."

Su Yan is still silent.

Nanxun impatient

"Can you stop making these moths all day?

Be your Lord God honestly, what man do you love, and what kind of life do you fight for? "

Su Yan was silent again.

Nanxun frowned, her voice faint

"First room on the left"

The words fell, Su Yan turned and walked into the cell.

Almost the moment Su Yan walked in, Nanxun closed her eyes and fell to the ground.

The Throne of Thorns disappeared behind him.

Nanxun leaned against the wall again and looked at the tattoo on his ankle.

Eyelids lifted and then closed.

Don't speak again.

She repels Su Yan's power.

At the moment Su Yan appeared, there was no pain in her body.

The tattoo on this ankle is a shackle that binds her.

The brighter this tattoo, the more painful she was.

Nanxun regretted pointing Su Yan the right way.

She should also suffer where she goes.

Alas.

Blame her for being too kind.

When Su Yan walked into that prison, he could not see Nanzhao behind him.

It's like entering a space.

Little flower doubt

"Host, who is that person?"

Su Yan thought about it

"not sure."

Little flower doubt

"Host, she seems to know how you look."

Su Yan

"Yep"

Xiaohua said

"Host, why do I feel you know her well?"

Su Yan

"may."

Su Yan's answers were all ambiguous.

Xiaohua was stunned.

Keep going.

Suddenly, his eyes light up.

Su Yan still has a shoulder injury.

Wait until the light fades.

Su Yan looked up.

They saw a dead body ahead.

Was pinned high against a wall.

The corpse was in white.

Half the flesh was hazy, and the white bones were exposed.

Half, clearly visible and able to see clearly.

It was just nailed into the bone and nailed to the wall.

There was a rumbling sound around.

Whipping, soldering iron.

It ’s the same, as if it has been going on for thousands of years.

Su Yan looked at her, she was cyanotic.

Keep looking up.

That is, Jun Yu's body.

it is true.

There will be no fakes.

Su Yan felt a little distressed.

It's like being cold and stabbed by a sharp needle.

It hurts.

She didn't speak.

Stand there and watch.

Behind, a smile came.

The man was wearing a black shirt, and the pattern of the other shore flower spread from his neck to his face.

Those eyes are deep.

"We've met again, Lord God."

This speaking tone.

That intonation.

Even if he changed another shell, Su Yan recognized it.

It's Nanming.

People met outside the gates of the underworld.