"How are they, Xue Ran?" I said bluntly, the whole dream was arranged by the young man in front of me, I believe he must not know who Xue Ran is.

The young man really didn't pretend. He glanced at the eyes of He Dan and others lying on the ground and said honestly: "It should be similar to them."

"Oh," I heard without expression, because it was expected, but Xue Yi stayed behind him. Don't look at Xue Ran, he killed the devil in his dream. It was he who confirmed that the other party was false. In fact, he needs to take care of his only brother more than anyone else. But at this time, hearing the news of his death from the enemy in an understatement, except for the incredible emotion, the taste cannot be expressed.

"Last question," I said, raising my right index finger. "What did you call it?"

The young man smiled and said: "If your real name is not easy to tell you, it is called Nightmare."

"Okay," I nodded. "That's no problem, let's go."

After he finished speaking, his index finger did not put down, but the other fingers of his right hand immediately lifted up and formed a palm. He turned around and made a knife out of his palm, turning the handle into a very ferocious blade.

Only this palm knife did not hit the devil's face, but retreated, silently passing over the last Meng Yun, and her head was chopped off.

Everyone is shocked, but the flying head is full of crazy and bloody eyes, which is a thriller. Meng Yun is the worst, he didn't know when he was possessed by the devil. His pointed index finger touched Ji Fan's vest in front of him, and he could only be killed in the next minute. Ji Fan lurked in a cold sweat behind his back. He had never been prepared for this companion who lived and died together.

Licking his dry lips, Ji Fan wanted to say something to ease his current complicated mood, but it wasn't until his voice came out that I felt heartache and full body.

In the corner of his eye, there seemed to be more things in his mouth, and he looked down subconsciously.

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"There was another one, but I didn't find it," I said, looking surprised by the nightmare. "You know that Meng Yun fell into the jungle in his dream before. You thought carefully and prepared double insurance. When did this son of darkness fall?"

"When you first came out."

The answer is not a nightmare, but the owner of the slender hand.

Xue Yi's eyes stumbled up to the slender palm, and saw a white hemp arm, and then Jiang Ye's delicate face.

"How could this happen? How could this possibly happen?"

The entire base was wiped out, and his hunting party lost all its troops except those who retained their clan lands. Xue Yi didn't accept it at all. The hunting party he had established and promised to lead out of the world had been completely wiped out. Yesterday, he also said that no brothers and sisters smiled and cooperated with each other.

A few days later, he lost his relatives, his comrades, his brothers, and had nothing but himself.

Xue Yidi stood there, completely silent.

Jiang Ye retracted his arms, took the bright red heart in his hand, swallowed it with his mouth, then sucked his fingers and pointed out: "He didn't arrange it, he just wanted to play with you."

Said proudly, "Jiang Ye"'s eyes fell to the other side involuntarily, like feathers that were frightened.

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