Dear Princess, Run Slowly

And now it's in an inn next to the palace.

A black figure is very attractive.

Slender fingers slowly picked up a glass of water, red thin lips, facial features beautiful delicate like a woman, evil charm handsome face full of smile. But the whole body sent out the temperament but tell the people around.

Although there's no one around.

Because from time to time inside the palace came the roar of Warcraft and the scream of human beings, the people in the teahouse went to clean up and run for their lives.

Otherwise, only a psycho would be drinking tea and chatting here.

"Wow, there's blood everywhere!"

"Oh, is that really it?"

"Eh ~"

it's not a psycho.

A burst of familiar breath suddenly ran into the nib, let the dark night originally tea hand slightly.

Ghost king?

He looked at the palace hall in the distance with a smile of interest.

"It seems that there are some games in the world."

He threw down a silver spindle and walked towards the palace.

For him, it was walking, but for others, only a black shadow passed by.

In the Imperial Palace -

Nan Shitian and the queen hide behind the screen of another side hall, listening to the roar of Warcraft and the scream of human beings from time to time outside, they get goose bumps all over the place.

"Emperor, this..."

Nan Shitian glared at the queen.

"Shut up, do you want to die?"

The empress saw the threat in the eyes of the South world, and she sipped her lips and stopped talking.

"Warcraft doesn't take the initiative to attack, but this..."

Nan Shitian couldn't figure it out.

Su Qianyue: you come, you come to tell you!

Su didn't dare to think about other times this month.

(don't ask me where my male master is, he's on his way here, and he's very proud)

"the wind is forever."

"Well, what's the matter?"

Su Qianyue's eyes were slightly complicated,

"why did you save me?"

"Want to know?"

"I don't want to."

"Well, don't follow the routine?"

The wind has been blowing for thousands of years.

Optimistic Sunshine Youth, at this time face is full of cold sweat.

Su Qianyue seems not to notice the loss in Feng Qianshi's eyes.

From the space took out a small promise to the temporary antidote.

"No, eat this first"

with that, he slowly took down the needle from Feng Qianshi.

Feng Qianshi smiles and takes the pill.

As soon as the pill enters the mouth, it turns into a clear wind and enters the body.

The dryness and heat in the body is relieved.

Su Qianyue just took a breath.

But Jun Mo Nian and Bi Chen are there.

Su Qinwan sacrificed a ghost of the ghost king.

The whole body is full of black gas, Jun Mo Nian and pen dust look at each other.

"You cover me on the left, I'm on the front."

"Well."

Jun Mo Nian's eyes are instantly bloody. On one side, he sees that the Warcraft in Jun Mo Nian's eyes seems to be controlled, and he attacks Su Qinwan regardless.

Just to the pen dust delayed Su Qinwan's attention.

Seeing a Warcraft coming up, Su Qinwan raised a confident smile at the corner of her mouth.

His hands made a complex seal, and then it was like a barrier, blocking the Warcraft.

Jun Mo Nian frowned slightly, and the burning soul dart appeared in his hand. Su Qinwan just finished a Warcraft, but saw a red shadow flying straight towards him.

Just sideways, the dart swept his nose and hit the table behind him. The table split in an instant.

Just dodged Jun Mo Nian's burning soul dart, and then turned back to find that the figure of pen dust has been pasted up.

Purple golden pupil suddenly seems to shoot a strong light, shock of Su Qinwan mind with damage.

Eyes, nose slowly spilled blood.

"You..."! Mean

Su Qinwan saw the big and small wounds on her body.

But see Jun Mo Nian and pen dust a clean appearance.

"Mean? I praise you falsely, I praise you falsely. "

Jun Mo Nian nodded and said with a smile.

Pen dust is still standing on one side with arms.

The disdain and frivolity in the eyes are not concealed.

Su Qinwan's dark lips gradually became very strange.

Eyes suddenly like blood up the same, Red Terror.

The fingers twisted in a strange way.

The convulsions of falling to the ground.

Jun Mo read instinctively back a few steps, and then look at the pen dust around.

But see the same doubts in the eyes of the latter."Ghost Ghost king, release Leave me alone

Su Qinwan's voice is paragraph by paragraph, but Bi Chen and Jun Mo Nian can still be heard clearly.

"Ghost king?"

"It seems that she just inherited the ghost of the ghost king, not the real ghost king."

"And now?"

Bi Chen did not speak, but looked at Su Qianyue, who was still in treatment behind him.

"Next I'm afraid it's a little tricky. "