The people of the wind family are in the face of the top ten family and the family members, and the old face of Nan Tianliang is put on hold?

Nan Tianliang’s face is gloomy: “When did the wind family fall to this point? Is it a master to find a waste material? It’s no wonder that the wind and the race are getting worse and worse than before. Today, the homeowner let the winds fall, but it is also in keeping with God’s will. , uh..."

Nan Tianliang's eyes are poisonous?

Wind is a waste material, he can see it at a glance, and this words also reached the heart of the wind people.

Feng Yi is the future homeowner of the old lord of the wind. The original words of the old lord of the wind are: Feng Yi is the eternal life, and will become an atmosphere in the future, bringing the wind to a new glory and height.

If this is the case, the Winds have nothing to say, but what about reality?

The reality is that Feng Yi’s talent for repairing is almost zero. How can this kind of waste material be a fate? How to bring the family to a new glory and height? I am afraid that it is dangerous to protect himself!

The people of the Feng nationality are sighing in their hearts, but the ugliness of the family is not good, even if the wind is a waste material, it is not the case that Nan Tianliang is the old man.

What's more, this old man is still swearing and swearing, and today he wants to eradicate the wind.

Comply with God's will?

Ha ha!

It’s just fart.

The Wind People have a human voice: "The big words are not awkward, which family is falling today, and it is not necessarily!"

Nan Tianliang no longer talks nonsense with the Feng nationality. With a big hand, he sighs and screams: "Kill them."

With the Nantian family and the Feng nationality taking the lead, other families have also shot.

The people of the Nangong family also participated in it, killing one.

Soon, the stumps flew, the corpses were everywhere, and the air was filled with more **** suffocation, which was disgusting.

Nangong’s indifference looked at the death of the Nangong family, the wounded and wounded, and there was no expression on his face. Although he is still the identity of the Nangong family, he is injured in the Nangong family. There is no point to help.

He seems to be outside, his heart is like a cold iron hard rock, anyone, anything, can not excite his slight emotional fluctuations.

Only in the dark night, I understand Nangong.

A man who can see his beloved woman seriously injured, and even looking forward to her death, Nangong’s heart has long been riddled with Xiao Yan’s grief. Where does he come to sympathize with others?

What's more, Nangong Temple is in the Nangong family and soon, those people have no feelings for Nangong Temple.

Nangong Temple for Xiao Yu, even Nanling can give up, not to mention the Nangong family?

Thinking of this, the night can not help but twist the eyebrows. After all, Nangong’s indifference to the Nangong family is actually another protection for Xiao Yu.

Really damn.

Xiao Yu, this fox, will die early and die early! Stop harming his master.

When Nanhua Jun arrived, he saw this scene. The top ten families were crazy biting, and the scene was extremely **** and cruel.

Nan Huajun was very unhappy with the heavy **** smell. He stunned his eyebrows and found Xiao Yu in the crowd.

Seeing Xiao Yu’s eyes closed, he was held in his arms by Feng Ling. He was surrounded by Xiao Qi, Xiao Gu, and slaves into a safe iron triangle. Those who attacked Feng Lingran died in the hands of the “iron triangle”. .

Nanhua Jun did not relax his breath. Instead, his heart was tight. Could it be because of Xiao’s accident that something happened?

Nanhua Jun has no extra time to guess, he will always know the answer.

The figure of Nanhuajun, like silver, instantly came to Feng Lingran. The slave thought it was an enemy. The instinct of Nanhuajun shot, the long nails reached the neck of Nanhuajun, and he saw Nanhuajun, his peach blossom. The eyes flashed bloody.

"What are you doing?"

Xiao Yu was unconscious and unconscious. In addition to his trust in Feng Lingran, the slaves are not very trusting to others. What's more, Xiao Yu only knows Nanhua Jun soon?

Nanhua Jun’s cold sputum flashed strangely, and there were not many people who could touch his neck, but the slaves met.

"I came to help her." Nanhua Jun did not dodge, his eyes were sincere and straightforward.

The slave's bright red mouth twitched slightly, and the demon smiled: "That's good! Nanhua's son now gives me a lady to open the way!"

There are too many people in the eight major families, and they are constantly attacking. The slaves who are as careful as the hair found that after Nanhua Jun came, those who should have attacked him all detoured, as if Nanhua Jun was a terrible creature.

Since Nanhua Jun is coming to the door, why not use it?

In fact, the slaves are very clear in their hearts.

These people avoided Nanhua Jun because of the identity of the first alchemist of Nanhua Jun.

Eight major families, which family is not willing to offend South China Jun, who will offend a magical medicine that can protect your life? What's more, if a family is now offended by South China, no one knows if Nanhua will let other families report their hatred today.

After all, many families and people from the rivers and lakes are very willing to serve Nanhua Jun.

It is not an exaggeration to say anything, even if Nanhuajun wants to destroy which family, it is a breeze.

Nanhua Jun nodded his head and looked at Feng Lingran. He said faintly: "Follow me!"

With Nanhua Jun Kaidao, many people who want to stop Feng Lingran gave up under the cold eyes of Nanhua Jun.

The night suddenly squeezed his fingers, his eyes staring at Nanhua Jun and Feng Lingran who left.

Is this so that Xiao Yu escaped?

Nanhua Jundu has come, so Xiao Yu is the mission of hanging a line, she can not die.

The night was moving, and he was going to stop Nanhua Jun from taking Feng Lingran and Xiao Yu.

But he was drunk by Nangong.

"Not allowed to go."

In the dark night, I had a bad feeling in my heart. Is the master still reluctant to die?

The night is not reconciled.