Chapter 1670

Oh shit!

  Forget the Tianfeng Order, it is still level three? !

  Xuanming was so furious, he kept thumping under the hands of the black robe: "Why don't you just ask me to kidnap Tianfeng Yiya to send you off?! It's also saved with token transmission!"

  The black-robed man heard the words, his eyes moved slightly, and he nodded pretentiously: "That's okay."

   "If you can tie him, I can do you a favor."

  The man’s voice is low, dumb and gentle, and his tone is serious.

The angry Xuanming almost vomited blood.

  This guy is as shameless as Yan Tao.

Do not! More shameless than Yantao!

  Xuanming's chest was ups and downs, and he was speechless for a while.

  The man in the black robe didn't open his mouth when he saw him, his fingers shook slightly, shaking his Xuanming body in mid-air: "Do you help?"

  Xuanming was dizzy and gritted his teeth: "Death won't help!"

"Oh."

  The black-robed man's answer is still calm: "Then you go to die."

  As he said, the black-robed man took out a dagger slowly.

  The blade of the dagger gleamed with a white luster in the dark room, making people feel chills.

   Then, he put the dagger on Xuanming’s neck: “Don’t worry, I will send your body back to Canglan, and let them build you a tomb of martyrs.”

  The blade enters the meat.

  Xuanming's neck immediately showed bright red blood.

  Xuanming immediately narrowed his neck: "Okay, okay, who told me to be helpful, I'll help you!"

  The black-robed man put away his dagger, and shook Xuanming's body again.

  This time the shaking was relatively large, and Xuanming's head was dizzy.

   He gritted his teeth and snarled, "I promised to help you, what do you want?!"

  The answer to him was the very innocent words of the black-robed man: "Express gratitude."

  Xuanming...! ! !

  He tried his best to contain his urge to kill the opponent, and kept telling himself from the bottom of his heart: Calm, be calm! You can't beat him! !

  For a long time, Xuan Ming took a deep breath: "Can you let me go, right?"

"Oh."

  The black robe man let go.

"boom!"

  Master Xuanming was thrown away without warning, his face was thrown into the ground.

  His handsome face, which was still fair and clean last second, was instantly covered with dust.

  There are also a lot of stains on the mouth.

  Xuanming opened his mouth and almost ate all the ashes into his stomach.

  There is no such thing as a leisurely appearance just sitting on a recliner.

   "Bah! Bah, baah!!!"

  Xuanming spit out the mud in his mouth, got up numbly, and stared at the black-robed man with his eyes.

  The black-robed man felt innocent: "You let me let go."

Xuanming saw the black-robed man becoming an eyesore, so he just wanted to send him away quickly, and rolled his eyes impatiently: "Say it first. Even if I want to steal the third-level Heavenly Wind Order, I won't necessarily be able to steal it. "

   "At that time, don't blame me if you can't steal."

  The black-robed man continued to smile.

   Raised his hand and handed a piece of paper to Xuanming: "This is your identity."

  Xuanming glanced at the text on the paper casually, his eyes widened in astonishment.

  Fuck! !

  Working with this guy, he has everything ready, so he almost fell into the pit? !

   "Everything is ready," the black-robed man's voice was light and windy: "If you can't do it..."

  The man left half of the unspoken words, scattered in the wind.

  The thick threat contained in the words made Xuanming shudder coldly.

  The black-robed man seemed very satisfied with Xuanming's reaction, and finally turned and left.

  Xuanming stared at the white paper, her eyes twinkling.

  After a while, it was determined that the black robe man had left.

  He just jumped and greeted each other's eighteenth generation ancestors.

  (End of this chapter)