Arrogant Snake King: Snake Concubine, give me a hug

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Xuanyuan Xuantian stood there with a completely gloomy face, staring at something.

It seems to be completely immersed in one's own space. Indeed, only those who stay in their own world can exude such a terrifying aura.

Ling Xiaotu watched quietly, his arm was still bleeding, and the huge wound tore through the black hole, which made people feel horrible just by looking at it.

But Xuanyuan Xuantian seemed that he was only thinking about his inner world, regardless of his own body. [

His unintentional breath is enough to freeze everything to death, and yes, he's always been good at it.

Although she felt that this was not a good time, Ling Xiaotu still hesitated and said,

"Doesn't it hurt? Your arm is still bleeding..." She wanted to tell him that he was injured and needed to be bandaged, but Xuanyuan Xuantian's ugly face made her hesitate again.

Xuanyuan Xuantian closed his eyes, seemingly calm, but actually his whole body was already trembling,,,,

He turned sharply and walked in the other direction.

Ling Xiaotu, who was confused by his sudden action, could only scream and follow him quickly.

"Xuanyuan Xuantian! Where are you going?"

Zhongli Yirui stopped her with a full sense of warning, although she also knew that the situation at this time and the past would not be too good.

However, Ling Xiaotu still did it.

Although she was afraid, it was not enough to ignore it.

For a moment, Xuanyuan Xuantian was like the lightsaber in his hand, extremely sharp but sharp, he didn't pay attention to everything around him except itself.

She stared at Xuanyuan Xuantian closely, feeling that there was something wrong with his state, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.

She called his name loudly, but Xuanyuan Xuantian ignored her and walked forward.

His strides are big and fast, Ling Xiaotu can only trot in order not to be thrown far away by him.

Xuanyuan Xuantian didn't seem to care about anything anymore, everything in the world was not as important as the thing he was focusing on.

It was a kind of concentration that was completely devoted to the soul, with an uneasy nervous atmosphere.

Xuanyuan Xuantian was suppressing his breathing at this moment.

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