Heaven Extinction Martial Emperor

A bit of cold chill, even without her extraordinary touch, could feel it clearly.

Fu Yaoguang couldn't help leaning back, holding his hands to his chest, whispering: "Brother Xia, don't be angry."

"I'm not angry." Xia Qingchen raised her lips and smiled, but Fu Yaoguang couldn't hear any smile, and the extreme killing intent was heard.

Xia Qingchen was indeed not angry, he just wanted to kill.

It is okay to host Xia Qingchen.

Between the world, the people who want to kill him, the people who want to lose him, and the people who want to watch his jokes, there are 100,000 to 8,000.

He couldn't control it, and he didn't want to do it one by one.

However, when he was worried about his parents, his wife, his lover, and people who wanted to threaten them, even if he ran to hell, Xia Qingchen would break the **** and pull him out.

"Can you tell the owner of the voice?"

Fu Yaoguang shook his head: "It should be someone I haven't seen before."

Xia Qingchen's eyes were cold and light: "I'll go back as soon as I go!"

She didn't know, then, there was someone, no, to be precise, there was something that should be known.

Alliance prison.

This place is located in the center of the Zhongyun King's Army. It was temporarily built by the Human Alliance to imprison criminals.

There are tens of millions of human beings nearby, and it is inevitable that there will be people who are provoking troubles and committing crimes. Prisons need to exist.

What's more, today's prison is holding a very special existence-the witch!

She was supervised by several masters in Zhongyunjing. In view of its use value, and the tombkeepers took turns to take care of it.

"Xia Qingchen?" Bashou Tombman is a bit strange: "You are not in the logistics headquarters, what are you doing here?"

The eyes of Siye before they left, but they all looked at them.

If the four grandpas of Baobuqi would make extraordinary moves, they would stay at the logistics headquarters, where they would be a military place. After all, the rest of the elderly would end up, and the four grandpas should not dare to act rashly.

"I'm looking for her." Xia Qingchen crossed the eight guardians and came to a huge cage.

Bashou Tombman blinked: "Do you need to find Sishou Tombman? Otherwise, the Demon Clan whispering, how do you understand?"

Xia Qingchen turned a deaf ear and whispered.

Uh--

Bashou Tombman couldn't help laughing: "Hey, do you think it's a child's house? The female demon clan will despise you."

Do you really think that the language of the Mozu is really whispering?

Unexpectedly, the female demon clan who had been leaning on the corner and bowed his head silently even stood up, excitedly opening his mouth and whispering wow.

Then Xia Qingchen: "Wow..."

Female demon clan: "Wow wow wow..."

Xia Qingchen: "Wow? Wow..."

Female demon clan: "Wow wow wow..."

Wow wow wow wow...

At first, the tomb-guard of the Eight Guardians heard it with relish, listening to it, but only his mind was left.

As if the sky and the earth are all left with whispering, wow whispering!

Ba Shou Tomb Man covered his ears, his head dizzy: "Who am I, where am I, what am I doing?"

He was just dumbfounded!

Was it true that someone could talk to the witch demons to make sure they were not talking between chickens and ducks?

Feeling dizzy and dizzy, finally, the voice of Mozu's dialogue suddenly stopped.

What followed was Xia Qingchen's voice, which was once so ordinary, but now it sounds exceptionally cordial and sweet: "It's finished."

"Oh, okay, yeah." The head of the Tomb-keeper was still buzzing and still not recovering.

Xia Qingchen said: "Are there any prisoners of spy intelligence operations the day before yesterday?"

Ba Shou Tombman patted his head and said, "Why not? It was captured without dust... wait!"

Suddenly, the Eight Guardian Tombmen returned to God and said, "How do you know?"

Dustlight was indeed captured, but the news was always blocked.

The propaganda was external, and Dust and Light had other responsibilities, temporarily leaving the Hell Gate area and going to work in Northern Xinjiang.

Xia Qingchen's eyes were deep: "How do you know that Dustlight is captured, not dead?"

When the dust enters the gate of hell, he disappears. Why don't the tomb-keepers worry that he is dead, but are so determined that he is captured?

Xia Qingchen knew that Chenguang was captured because the female demon clan participated in the process of capturing Chenguang.

How do the tomb watchers know?

The eyes of the Eight Guardian Tombs flashed again and again, saying: "Confidential, no comment."

Xia Qingchen said: "Okay, after an hour, the news that Dustlight was captured by the Devil will spread to every corner of the Human Alliance!"

"Don't!" Bashou Tombman shouted.

At this critical moment of the invasion of the Demon Race, if the dust from the Jiushou Tomb, one of the highest levels of human beings, was captured by the Demon Race.

I'm afraid that it will cause panic from across the continent, and everyone feels uneasy.

Because the top secret information held by the tombkeeper is too much, it is far more than ten times more than the information that Xia Qingchen broke into the demon world.

"Then, how do you know?" Xia Qingchen said.

He asked just now that the witch demons had not revealed to them that the dust was captured.

They must have other channels.

In this way, the Bashou Tomb Talent reluctantly said: "It is the information released by the Demon Race! They caught a spy and did not kill him, but let him bring back the information that the dust was captured."

really!

Xia Qingchen's eyes narrowed: "And then?"

"Then..." The Eight Shou Tombmen looked at the female demon clan and said, "The demon cries to use her to exchange dust and light."

"Have you agreed?" Xia Qingchen's eyes gleamed coldly.

Ashamed, the tomb-keeper of the Eight Guardians looked ashamed and looked directly at Xia Qingchen: "I know, it is not easy for you to catch this Demon Race, and now it must be very unwilling to hand it over."

People, Xia Qingchen caught.

Now we have to let go, and in exchange for the light of hatred with Xia Qingchen!

Don’t you agree?

"If you have any requirements, you can tell me that I can react to the Dashou tombman." The Bashou tombman had a headache.

If someone else caught it, it was up to them to guard the tomb.

Xia Qingchen is different.

The little ancestor was irritated, and the end of the old group was in sight.

Xia Qingchen said: "Request? Let's talk, let me exchange hostages!"

His eyes were cold and cold.

He was not surprised at all, that man was shaking light.

Even if he betrayed the secret of mankind, he still betrayed him, and from the words of dust light, he specially investigated the relatives of Xia Qingchen after he came to the mainland.

If such a person stays in the world, it is Xia Qingchen's greatest cruelty to friends and family!

"You?" Bashou Tombman looked away and said: "Let you go, can Dustlight come back alive?"

He said: "Sorry, this task has been given to Siye, and he will handle it."

Yep?

Xia Qingchen's complexion chilled, and the Eight Shou Tombmen hurriedly said: "Four Lords are heads of intelligence spying, experienced and experienced, he is the safest to perform this task."