The Demonic King Chases His Wife: The Rebellious Good-for-Nothing Miss

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Teacher Xu Shishi’s nervous eyes screamed, and the blue veins on his forehead suddenly jumped.

Hold on! You must be able to withstand the fall!

At this time, the nine-color thunderbolt finally exploded at this moment!

The whole world is turned into nine colors!

The colorful thunder of the explosion was over the Tianyin Valley, and it was divided into nine petals like oranges, one color per flap!

But the white one is farthest from the Soviet Union.

Immediately, the Soviet Union quickly plunged into the white one according to the flow and route that Nangong Liuyun said.

When Su fell in, she could feel the violent fluctuations in the air!

Thunderbolt binds her like a rope.

Sulu was standing in the same place, and he couldn’t move at all. He could only clearly feel the lightning on her.

The current of a stock, as if it never stops, is constantly flowing.

The body of Su Luo's body from the beginning of the pain, to severe pain, and then to the pain of numbness!

"Ah!" Su Luo screamed, endless pain is released at this moment!

Just as Su Luo felt the pain of fainting, she was surprised to find that the blood of her body was slowly being activated.

Six percent... Su Luo closed his eyes.

It hurts……

After a long period of pain, the fall is almost fainting...

Her body blood was slowly activated to 7 percent.

Suspension is almost suffocating.

Just as she was confused, she felt a strong hand around her waist and drove her into a warm embrace.

Su Luo slowly opened his eyes, just in time for a pair of dark and dark ink.

Nangong Liuyun's slender fingertips rubbed the face of the Soviet Union, with a touch of faint smile: "You are doing very well."

Su Xiaoyin’s corner pulled out a faint smile, but because of this slight movement, she almost suffocated.

"The ninth thunder robbery..." Su Luo leaned against the chest of Nangong Liuyun, said depressed.

Nangong is deep in the clouds: "So, we still have a hard battle to fight."

"Isn't that you can't help others to rob the thunder?" Su Luo suspicion looked at Nangong Liuyun. "It's not good for you."

Nangong Liuyun did not use the white jade-like fingertips to point out his forehead, but his voice was helpless: "The tenth thunder is ten times the ninth. You yourself, you will die."

"Oh..." Sue knew that the tenth thunder would be a must, but he did not expect it to be so horrible.

"I have a few in my heart." Nangong Liu Yun holding the Soviet Union, suddenly fell from the air, and stood firmly on the ground.

At this time, the hillside was silent, and the sound of a leaf falling silently was clearly audible.

The students who had gone far away, quietly ran back after the fall of the nine-color thunder.

They have anger in their hearts, unwillingness, pain, and regrets, especially those of Tang Yazhen, who are already on the verge of collapse.

However, when they returned to the hillside, they saw -

Su Luo was held in his arms by a beautiful boy.

The two men's dresses are entwined with horns, lingering and lingering, such as the butterflies dancing in the lake, as if they were born and loved.

This boy, a white robes, black and blue squirting down, with a touch of elegant high cold.

How is that a face that reverses the sentient beings?

The sword eyebrows are as dark as ink, and the beauty is as bright as an obsidian, the lips are red and white, and the facial features are beautiful!