The Cold Regent Keeps a Fox as a Consort

Chapter 652: I won't let you die.

The fist hit again.

Feng Lingran's aura, like a skyrocketing, fiercely repelled the elders of Feng Er.

The hands of the elders of the second phoenix, a numb, brown pimple, are incredible.

Feng Lingran is not his opponent just now. How could he soar up the aura in such a short time and knock him back?

"You still don't deserve my life."

Feng Ling suddenly raised his hand, wiped the blood of the thin lips, the cold voice, just like from hell, it was frightening.

Feng Fu and Feng Yu also have several elders. They never put Feng Lingran in their eyes. When the old lords were there, they still scolded the old lords and did not dare to take a shot at Feng Lingran.

Now, the old lords are gone, they will have no scruples, and **** Feng Lingran, **** Feng Lingran.

Of course.

In the previous scene, Feng Six was shocked and shocked.

Feng Fu's scorpion, but also quenched the poisonous light, coldly staring at Feng Lingran's handsome face like Feng Jun.

It is the power of inheritance.

He did not expect that the savvy kind of sorrow was so high. In such a short period of time, he actually realized the inheritance and repelled the elders of the phoenix two. Feng Fu’s brown eyes were stunned, and he could no longer give Feng Lingran time. To get to know more, he wants to kill this species as soon as possible.

"Small beasts, rest off to be arrogant, Lao Tzu comes to ask you to kill." Feng San elders have hated the bones of Feng Ling, and even more phoenix is ​​arrogant, his pressure is released, strong aura encourages the robes The people who are next to the Feng people are also shaking.

In the hands of the elders of the three phoenixes, there was an iron whip. The cockroach slammed open, the iron whip was like a cold poisonous black snake, and the flexible phoenix flew away.

The elders of Feng San loved the iron whip in his life. The iron whip in his hand was a kind of spiritual weapon that he had obtained through hard work. He could make his life's whip method to the fullest, and the lethality was superior.

Even the masters of the Holy City could not escape the iron whip of his hands, and Feng Ling suddenly flashed in the air. Although he had escaped, he was unable to exert his skills by being chased by the iron whip.

The elders of the three phoenixes looked at the phoenix in the air, and this kind of ruin really spoiled the inheritance of the phoenix.

The iron whip in his hand suddenly shook, oh... the iron whip had his eyes long, and the iron wave swirled into a circle, just locked in the place where the phoenix was flashing, Feng Ling was very fast, but the leg was still The iron whip is locked.

The elders of Feng San smiled coldly, and the iron whip fell heavily on the ground, and he had to drop the phoenix to a broken bone.

Xiao Xiaokong shrank, and couldn't listen to the dragon dragon's voice calling her voice. She flew over and grabbed the iron whip that locked Feng Lingran. The aura gathered in the arm and forced it.

The iron whip slammed out of the palm of the elders of Feng San.

Feng Lingran landed safely, blood red sputum, seems to return a little black, looking at her delicate little face, the eyes flashed a touch of warmth.

She looked at him, silently kneeling down, and untied the iron whip on his leg and put it into the sleeve.

Where did the elders of Feng San think that Xiao Yu would suddenly have a kick?

And.

How is this repair of the dead girl so powerful?

The elders of Feng San hated Xiao Yu: "Dead hoes, return the iron whip to me."

Xiao Yu said: "Why are you still?"

What did the elders of Feng San ask? What does this dead girl mean? Want to steal his spirit?

The elders of Feng San are dying in the heart, too shameless. Feng Lingran is a small breeder, and the people with him are so shameless and dare to grab his things.

"Dead gimmick, you still have time to go, you want to die with Feng Lingran, I can also fulfill you."

Xiao Yu smiled indifferently, and said very simply: "Then you will fulfill me! I want to die with him."

Feng Lingran's red dragonfly, like a black ink, instantly smudged into black ink, he looked at Xiao Yu with a fascination, and there was a tremor and surprise in his heart.

He suddenly reached out and held Xiao Yu tightly into his arms: "I won't let you die, even if I die, I won't let you die."