Shangguan Yan's painful death came to life, tears fell down, but saw the "Feng Lingran" handsome face, hanging a cool smile, as if laughing at her.

"Is it true?"

He slowly approached her, handsome face, in the dark cell, some are not so tangential, it seems to cover a gray veil, mysterious and cold, this is not Feng Lingran, who is known by Shangguan Yaner.

In order to Xiao Yan that monk, her phoenix brother became like this, even she did not know.

Shangguan Yaner shook her head, and some of her fears moved backwards. There was a sudden pain in her heart. Her face was pale and like a piece of paper, and she was chilling in the cold. The bottom of her heart was like being in the ice. .

She did not say that she did not say that she died. Feng Ling was already crazy for the slut. She said, he would not let her go, but it would be better to drag Xiao Yu to go to hell, Huangquan Road, too. I have a personal companion.

Xiaoqi both hands around the chest, although the body is full of blood, but it is calm, as if the injury is not his general, his beautiful eyes look at the unrepentant Shangguan Yaner, I feel that this woman is both pitiful and sad, originally A good looks, eroded by shackles, turned into such a vicious face today.

She doesn't know, there is no living master without a young lady.

The cold poison on the master, only the blood of the young lady can be made. If the younger sister is dead, then the master will not live long.

After all, Shangguan Yan's love for the master... is too selfish.

This kind of selfishness not only ruined Shangguanyan, but also ruined the master.

Xiaoqiu’s mouth twitched a sneer sneer and glanced at Wan’s feathers around him. I saw a subtle dark light flashing through Wan Yu’s eyes. What did you want to capture in Xiao’s brain? However, Wan Yu’s eyes quickly became normal, and Xiaoqi had not had time to catch it.

Xiao Qi’s beautiful eyes twitched slightly. Could it be that Wan Yuyu didn’t care so much about Guan’s life? Or does he have another purpose?

Xiao Qi’s eyes couldn’t help but look at the phoenix. The eyes of Wan Qiyu’s eyes are also against his master.

Xiaoqi’s heart is shocked. Wan Yuyu’s most concerned is his master. There is no doubt about this. Is it that Wan Yuyu is using Shangguanyan, and if Shangguanyan’s kills Miss, then Wan Yuyu can Take away the blood from the young lady's body, so that the cold poison of the master can be completely removed.

Before, Wan Yuyu also secretly told him about killing Miss Sister, he did not agree.

If this is the case...

The face of the little seven baby changed slightly, but I did not expect that Wan Yuyu would have such a deep city, even the Shangguan Yan children.

Xiaoqi couldn't help but see Wan Yuyu's eyes. This is only a guess of him. If he expected, Wan Haoyu would be terrible.

"Don't you say?" The purple dress was very enchanting. He took a pair of transparent gloves from his sleeve and put it on his hand. He took out a delicate knife. This knife and some knives for the blood of Xiao Yu’s waist were somewhat Similar, but not the same one. When it is opened, there is a slight **** smell, not a **** smell.

The knife cut the clothes of Shangguan Yan'er. She looked at the scene with horror. There was no embarrassment and illusion in her heart. Only fear and trepidation.

"Feng Lingran, what do you want to do?" Her voice trembled and her face hurt.

"Oh..." He laughed and said a demon voice: "What the deity wants to do, you will know soon."

The lower abdomen is exposed, the skin is white and flawless, and a layer of goose bumps is formed, which is not so smooth and looks thorny.

Shangguan Yaner was afraid to retreat and saw the knife tip pressed against her white skin. She took a sigh of relief, her mouth filled with blood and tears: "You killed me! Kill me, don't This tortures me."

This is her second time to die.

"It’s easy to die, it’s not easy to die, but don’t worry, the deity won’t kill you so soon. The deity has enough medicine to help you continue until you say the person behind the scenes.”

The purple-looking fingers moved, no one saw his movements, and when he stopped, he held a **** skin in his hand.

The screams of Shangguan Yan'er screamed again, like the evil spirits who were sentenced to death in the 18th floor of Hell, which made people feel horrified and terrified.

Of course.

Shangguan Yan's waist, blood, and the whole ribs of the forest, seeing clearly, no one knows how "Feng Lingran" is done, then the hand, the separated flesh is so accurate.

His means are also fierce, making people feel cold.

Xiaoqi was in a cold, and some could not bear to look straight into the wounds of Shangguanyan.

The purple leather handle was thrown into the mouth of Shangguanyan's mouth, blocking her screams, crushing a medicinal herb and sprinkling it on her wound.

As he said, he prepared enough medicinal herbs to continue his life for Shangguan Yaner.

Shangguan Yan's trembling hand waved the meat on his mouth, and he was disgusting and wanted to vomit. She widened her eyes and retched a few times. She suddenly flashed the cold brilliance of the knife.

She was terrified and hoarse voice: "I said, I said."