Genius Doctor: Black Belly Miss

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Someone constantly gave up resistance and sat on the cold and dirty ground. They seemed to forget how dangerous it was here, and they fell asleep on the ground.

The leading man of the Huahua Temple, watching his companion squatting on the ground, his eyes wide open, but he still couldn’t resist the exhaustion of his body. He felt so tired. It seems that I am sleeping, and I feel that the current situation is extremely dangerous, but I don’t know why, but I can’t afford the slightest tension and struggle in my heart.

The leading man licked his head, but couldn't get rid of that strange feeling. His legs were as heavy as lead. His eyes seemed to close at any time. He could only try hard to open his eyes. He saw his own in the shackles. The companions fell one by one in the pool of blood, a slender tall figure, walking in the pool of blood, slowly coming out from the thick fog.

It was a handsome and extraordinary boy, and his body was covered with blood.

"Hey, this man, yes, didn't you still fall?" The boy's face was full of vigor and smile.

The leading man wants to escape, but his knees are like rooting on the ground, and he can't move on the ground.

"I haven't solved it yet?" The voice of indifference came from behind the leading man. Another teenager in dark purple clothes came out from behind him. The boy's face was demon and beautiful, and the most impressive. It was the tears under his eyes.

"This is over, this is over!" The smiling teenager walked in front of the lead man and reached out to hold the man's head.

"You...you...what is...what...man..." The lead man’s hard-working opening.

"Hah? We, if you like, you can call us, the twelve temple hunters." The boy's face burst into a hearty smile, and the hands clasped on the head of the leader's head gently turned!

嘎巴!

The cervical spine of the leading man was cut off in an instant.

"After finishing the work!" The young man released his hand and smiled and patted two paws, looking up at his companion.

"I said Huage... You can shoot a little later next time. I haven’t had any fun yet. You have a little resistance to them. I don’t know my current strength between the twelve temples. The gap in the end is how big." The young man who is bathed in blood is not a neighbor. It was just a year ago that he entered the evil emperor's mausoleum together with Jun Wuji!

And with Joe Chu, it is a flower.

During the year when they spent a whole year in the tomb of the evil spirits, they did not leave the mausoleum of the evil spirits and walked half a step. They kept themselves in the mausoleum of the evil spirits all day long and worked hard to improve their spiritual power until three months. Before, it was released.

The flower buds swept away Joe Qiao, and the white bone flute in his hand turned around in the palm of his hand, turning into a streamer that became the ring of his fingertips.

"Xiao Xie only let us kill the people of the Twelve Halls here, not to let you see your current strength." The flowers are cold and open.

The mausoleum of the evil spirits was opened. Once this matter was passed out, it would definitely lead them to the pursuit of the whole three circles. Therefore, during the period of their retreat, they were always nightingales, night charms and nights to help them clean up. Those who step into the middle of the broken horizon.