died!

These two words are like the sound of the sound of nature, so that Song Yu almost happily picked it up, and it is difficult to cover his fist with excitement: "Tang Hao is finally dead!"

Nikolay also smiled with relief, but did not hate it. "The next step is to deal with the women around him. (8) (1) Δ┡文网WwW.81.Zw.COM"

Li Xiaotian looked complicated and looked at Tang Zhen, who was motionless on the screen, and sighed in a sigh.

"Why, the saint does not want him to die?" Song Yu looked awkward and asked poorly.

Li Xiaotian glanced at him coldly and said with no anger: "What do I think, what do you do with you?"

Song Yu was slandered, but he was unable to refute. In the presence of the Lord, Li Xiaotian’s identity was much more noble than him. He did not dare to offend her easily.

Song Yuxi smiled and shifted the topic: "It seems that those people in the island country are useless."

"Who said it didn't work? Isn't it appropriate for those women who are dealing with Don Juan?" Nikolay smiled meaningfully.

Song Yu’s eyes brightened and agreed: “It’s justified. The archipelago’s people will report, although Tang’s death is tantamount to comparing their losses, and Tang’s death may not be fully compensated. They will certainly not be reconciled.”

"Then tell the news to them, a monkey in the archipelago, when the cannon fodder is right." Nikolay said with a smile, apparently in his heart to the island country.

"How is the body of Don Juan?" Li Xiaotian suddenly asked.

"The body is useless."

"That's for me. I want to use him to bring out the blue language." Li Xiaotian blinked and said inscrutablely.

"What does she do to lead her?" Song Yu asked suspiciously.

"Hey, this group of Wuzong Yuzong has always been a big problem for us. Now they are all hiding, and they can turn a blind eye. If they are not eradicated as soon as possible, they will definitely become a big problem in the future."

Song Yu’s heart was moved, and he had to feel that this woman was really ruthless, and even the dead did not let go.

But... he likes this plan very much.

The death of Tang Yin was quickly spread. This time it was a real death. When it was timed, it was like an atomic bomb. The earthquakes in the capital were stunned.

In the big villa, there was a cloud of mist, and Mu Hongyan was safely coming back. He could hear the news. She stood on the spot directly, then squinted and squatted on the floor and cried.

As a strong woman, she has not cried for many years. This time, the pain of crying is completely sorrowful, and she is still unhappy with her heart.

"I have killed him. If it is not to save me, he will not sacrifice. Don Juan, why are you so stupid? Where is my life worth doing?" Hey..."

I was scared by my mother’s actions, and I woke up, burst into tears, and squatted on my mother’s body, sobbing: “Mom, what happened to you? Don’t cry, fear.”

The crying immediately spread in the crowd, one after another.

The blue language was sitting on the sand all at once, as if it had been pumped away and tried to shake his head in disbelief: "No, my son will not die, he will not die..."

Wu and Ye Yidang once experienced the death of Tang Yin, although he kept telling himself that this was a fake, just like the last time, but tears could not help but burst out.

The two looked at each other and shook their heads in unison, as if they were encouraging themselves and encouraging each other, saying, "No, he will definitely not die."

Liu light eyebrows stood still, not saying a word, tears have been filled with white cheeks.

Fang Shishi rushed out without heading back, shouting screamingly: "I don't see it, I don't believe he will die."

Yan Biantian quickly stopped Fang Shishi and advised: "Miss Fang, don't worry about it, the enemy is not only targeting Tang Yan, but also for you. You can only go out at this time and only give the enemy a chance." ""

Ginger is still old and spicy, even at this time, there is no self-confidence.

Tears swirled in the eyes of Fang Shishi. She shook her head sharply, and her tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

"He is the one I love, to see people, to see the dead, I have to see him."

Yan Biantian bitterly persuaded: "You can rest assured that even if I fight this old life, I will find Tang Yan back."

Fang Shishi kept shaking his head and said, "I will go by myself, I will die, and I will die with him."

Rao is Yan Yan’s knowledge of the day, his heart is firm, and he can’t help but sigh.

Princess Anne looked blank, but did not cry, looked at the crying people, she heard a voice in her heart: "Is he really dead? In the sea, he is so powerful, how can he die?" He is my knight."

The nine-day mysterious woman is the most calm, looking at the people faintly, without saying a word.

boom!

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and a man in a gray robe appeared at the door - Yan Tsing.

She glanced at the crowd and said with a sigh of relief: "Don Juan will not die!"

"Don't die?" Everyone's attention was drawn.

“Really?” Many people seemed to have seized the straw and asked quickly.

Yan Qingyi firmly nodded: "Yes! He will never die!"

"how do you know?"

Yan Qingyi wants to speak and stop, her prophecy is the biggest secret, if it is made public, whether it is for her, or for the Yan family, it is not a small hidden danger.

"He really won't die?" Yan Tiantian also anxiously asked, he knows her daughter very well, she will not give a big eulogy.

"Father, you should know very clearly, the scene that I predicted in the beginning, it means that Tang Yan will not die." Yan Tsingyi said.

Yan is hesitant, he certainly knows this, but this time the information is too accurate, and he has to believe him.

"I predicted a new picture again." Yan Qingyi saw everyone will be suspicious, a bite, said directly.

"Prophecy?" The nine-day mysterious woman stood up directly and looked at Yan Qingyi suspiciously. "What is the meaning of this?"

"I will predict the art." Yan Qingyi tells the truth, in order to dispel their concerns, she is also really fighting.

"Do you predict the art?"

Everyone else was stunned. This is the magical technique that was passed down. She would have.

Nine-day Xuan Nuan looked at Yan Tsing Yi’s face. She did not feel the slightest energy fluctuation in her body. She couldn’t help but mutter: “Prophecy, there is really prophecy, how can you predict the technique?”

Enough to make the nine-day mysterious woman so shocked, it can be seen that this prophecy is not something that ordinary people can have.

"We are talking about Tang Yan's problem now." Yan Qingyi did not want to talk about it and shifted the topic. "I predict that he will be born again."

“Really? Can he be born again?” Others have been very surprised.

"Yes!" Yan Qingyi was very confident in his prophecy and firmly nodded.

"That... so he is really dead now?" The blue language jerked his head up and asked for a burst of blood.

Since it is a rebirth, it is now dead.

At this point, everyone looks a glimpse, especially Mu Yan, tears like broken pearls.

Don Juan really sacrificed herself to save her.

Yan Qingyi hesitated and nodded silently.

"Then you are going to say that there is any way to make him reborn?" Blue did not entangle the problem, clutching the shoulders of Yan Qingyi, and asked anxiously.

Yan Qingyi looked awkward: "I don't know."

"You don't know, what should I do?"

"I... I think Tang Yan will be ruined and will live again." Yan Qingyi said uncertainly.

Although she predicted that Tang Yan would be born again, she did not know his specific method of rebirth.

"It is not difficult to resurrect when people die." The nine-day mysterious woman finally spoke, and she was more interested in the prophecy of Yan Tsing Yi than the resurrection of death.

At the beginning, Qin Shihuang was also judged to be dead, but there is a line of vitality. As long as the opportunity comes, it will naturally be able to survive.

She believes that Tang Yan is also the same, and certainly gives herself a chance to deceive the enemy.

See the nine-day mysterious woman saying that the confidence of other people is enough. After all, the nine-day mysterious woman is the highest person here.

"Then we have to get the body of Otaru back." The blue language made a decisive decision. Since the son had a chance to be born again, she did not want to live with a son who lacked arms and legs.

At this time, Yan Biantian received a phone call and his face changed slightly. He said: "There was just a message. It is said that tonight, the Forbidden City, they will take Tang Yan."

“The Forbidden City? The Imperial City?” asked the blue language. “What did they bring to the place?”

Yan broken the sky and shook his head: "I don't know, but the other party released the news so loudly, there must be some plots, perhaps to lead us forward."

"This is a conspiracy." The nine-day mysterious woman said.

"How about the conspiracy? In order to save the Xiaoyan, Longtan Tiger Cave, Tianda's conspiracy, I have to take a look." Blue said absolutely.

"Sister, I will accompany you." Wudang still refused to stand up.

"I am going too!"

"I am going too!"

Others volunteered and decided to change their tone.

"No, this time the enemy has a conspiracy. If everyone goes there, it may not be a good thing. Moreover, there are not so many people to save people." Blue refused.

The strength of these people is uneven. If the enemy is really conspiring, they may not be well cared for, and some people may be injured or even risk their lives.

Blue language naturally does not take this risk.

A few people heard the words and looked at them.

Seeing the blue language, he eased his tone and explained: "This time we are going to save the little sister, there are many changes, so the fewer people, the better."

Yan Tiantian agreed: "This is a very special statement. I will go there for a while."

The blue language said: "Wu, you go with me, others stay at home."

The interest of the nine-day mysterious woman was all on Yan Qingyi, staring at her with a burning heart, saying: "We still have to talk about prophecy."

Yan Biantian has a difficult color. Yan Biantian also speculated on the identity of the nine-day mysterious woman. She nodded to her daughter, meaning that she could properly disclose a little prophecy.

"Then you must save Don Juan." Others saw no chance to go in person, only three more.

"Do not worry, I will definitely save my son back, even if it is a life-threatening, I will not hesitate." Blue language guards the deep feelings, clenched his fists, and gnashed his teeth.