A childhood sweetheart cannot bear the love of a bamboo horse

Chapter 522 The God of Revenge (6)

Qing'er stood calmly on the highest point of the Temple of Heaven - the Optimus Pillar.

Holding a long sword with a green edge, he was like a god and a devil, motionless, blood was dripping down the tip of the sword, it was unusually cold and ghostly.The skirt of the clothes danced wildly in the wind, and the slightly messy blue hair fluttered, and occasionally brushed against a cold and beautiful face, and was surprised by the sinister and cold smile on the corner of that perfect mouth.

If someone wants to play, he will accompany him to the end!
His evil eyes stared at everything under his feet.

Condescendingly looking down at Lou Xin who is more than ten feet away, surrounded by the inner circle of masters.

That dying beast...

He also calculated early in the morning that Lou Xin would never sit still and wait for death.

Although He Er's two gold medals are hidden dangers, they are only things, and things are dead, but the people who use things are alive.

Lou Xin just wanted to draw herself out, expose herself to his sight, and find the best time to kill him. If she took advantage of the chaos to get rid of the injured Lou Yujin, and pushed the crime to Qing Junmen, it would be perfect. a plan.

Only in this way can Lou Xin really get rid of her serious troubles.

He didn't care, and he wasn't angry.

He thought of all the suffering and blood in the past, thought of his father and mother, and thought of hundreds of familiar faces in the palace, all of which fell into a pool of blood overnight...

Thinking of the palace, in the dark night, the raging fire turned to ashes...

On the contrary, at this moment, he thanked Lou Xin from the bottom of his heart for leaving the palace.

Thank him for giving me the opportunity to personally send the enemy to hell this time.

"Ha ha!……"
Suddenly, Qing'er looked up to the sky and laughed.

Eyes are getting darker, ruthless!
His eyes were like eagles, and he stared at Lou Xin.

The sword in his hand whistled in the wind, whispered, crying like weeping...

(End of this chapter)