The hot devil's taming concubine: the supreme magician

But I was disappointed again and again to find that there was no breath here.

"One by one ----- you bad woman, don't you want to fight this king? Come out!"

Turning around quickly, his lips trembled and roared out these words, and he who had always been tough in his heart instantly became soft--

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It was pitch black all around, except for the slight breathing sound, there was no other breath free.

When Ling Yi woke up, her eyes and mind were filled with confusion---

He rubbed his forehead vigorously, trying to see the surroundings clearly, but found that no matter how much he used the qi technique, he couldn't see clearly.

"Mother, uh, which corner is this?"

Standing up unsteadily, looking at the darkness around her, she cursed.

But she didn't know that it was pitch black here, but her red eyes were the only ones that looked exceptionally bright.

When Yin Wenmao, who was lying on the ground, saw this scene, he was shocked!

Why is she not afraid of the dark here?It is rumored that Shagu appeared, and no one can shine here.

"Isn't this in the desert? What about facial paralysis?"

She remembered that Yin Wenmao was by his side in the desert before, and she still remembered that there were layers of sand buried in her body in a daze, no matter how hard she threw and pushed back, she couldn't stop everything.

Then, it seemed, that's when she woke up.

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"The Phoenix King!"

Suddenly, a weak voice came from the dark night, and immediately there was a faint breath floating slowly.

"what!"

Ling Yihu jumped up and tried to open his eyes wide and looked around, shouting.

She knew this voice!It was the voice of facial paralysis.

"Guardian?"

She asked suddenly, tentatively, there should be nothing wrong.

"Your Majesty, how does Huang Wang feel now? Is there any discomfort?"

Yin Wenmao's voice continued to come, seemingly absent.

Ling Yi quickly squatted down and touched the dark space with his hands, but found that he didn't touch the man.

Helpless, he cried out anxiously: "Where are you? Why can't I see you? Are you okay?"

She was suddenly very nervous. This facial paralysis seemed to be in a bad situation, and it was difficult for her to even speak. It was not the demeanor that a patron saint should have.

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silence---

People are silent -------

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound, accompanied by the sound of sand grinding around.

She immediately pricked up her ears and held her breath to feel carefully.

Soon, the source of that voice was discovered.

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"Huang Wang, don't move, this place is very dangerous!" Suddenly, Yin Wenmao's urgent voice came.

Ling Yicai's raised foot stopped in mid-air, and then slowly put it back on the spot.

She has never heard of Yin Wenmao's tone like this. In her mind, facial paralysis is always a lifeless and lifeless tone, and there has never been any fluctuation.

It's just that at this moment, she doesn't understand!

"I'm not moving, I'm not moving! You don't move either!"

Hastily waving her hands in the dark, she comforted the irritable and worried voice.

I don't know where this is, but I already know it's dangerous!

Even the patron saint has become like that, so he must not act rashly.

Slowly, the breath that was still floating just now slowly dissipated---

Ling Yi frowned!

"Facial paralysis?!" She asked worriedly, the situation seemed to be very bad, not her situation, but the situation of the usual arrogant and domineering facial paralysis ----------------- ------