Martial King’s Retired Life

Then they started to move with the action of the Daluoshan people. From the outside, the big group of mists slowly moved in the city, which is a wonder. This is to know that there must be a lot of people who maintain the formation, otherwise how can they move along with the clouds and fog.

There were several guards and one chasing the moon to maintain the formation.

Taking a few steps, Mingsu suddenly stopped and frowned, his eyes blinded nowhere.

"Su asked sister, what's wrong?"

Mouth play

Mingsu asked for a moment, his body slightly shaking, his original white cheeks seemed to have lost all his blood, and he could pass out at any time.

Somehow Sima Huai and others were scared-jumping.

No one has ever seen Ming Su asked with such an expression. It was sad, angry, and even more fearful. It's like suddenly standing alone in the wasteland, with no one around him. His eyes were full of helplessness. No one knows the calm and calm Shishu and ancestors will show such expressions, and no one knows what to do.

But before the others made a decision, Mingsu asked back to God and suddenly blurted out.

"Changing the road, killing the dragon, one is not left." Resolute tone, no circle, even more eager.

Hong Jiu didn't ask why, but he was eager to try.

"Which one did the Uncle say kill?"

"Purple purple."

"Zhu Zi is so good, this zong is said to be an evil zombie, most like a dragon. If you don't have the ability to see a real dragon, it's good to see a zong."

"Be fast."

Mingsu asked biting her lips, restraining the trembling body. self-mumbling.

"Your master is in trouble. He must have encountered an opponent that is so strong that he can't even solve it, otherwise he won't enter again .... No dragons can be left in the city of evil. Quick!

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