Dear Princess, Run Slowly

"See above."

The sound was loud and neat as if to lift the roof.

All six of them looked back at the mercenary Club of only 30 people.

But Nan Shitian changed his face.

"Blood Blood fog. "

Nanshitian's face turned white, as if unbelievable.

The first ancestor was puzzled, but Su Qianyue didn't make him think for long.

Pen dust eyes slightly surprised, looking at Su Qianyue's bloody hand.

The bottom of my heart is secretly distressed.

"All the disciples listen to the orders!"

Bi Chen stands up,

"the disciple listens to the Lord's orders, Lord!"

Although the disciples were tall and short, fat and thin, their faces were solemn and neat.

Su Qianyue smiles and looks back at the mercenary club with only thirty people. This is her power.

"Tie up Nan Shitian, I want to live."

The voice is weak and hoarse, but there is no cover for the excited fundus.

Pen dust frowned with worry.

"Well Old men, it's time to settle our accounts. "

The old ancestor saw Su Qianyue's reinforcements here, but he didn't come to support them. He just tied up the South Heaven.

Is Isn't this girl really going to usurp the throne?

Su Qianyue raised her bloody hand and brushed the bangs in front of her forehead.

Little bits of blood were all over the face.

She was covered with a bloodthirsty veil.

To lift the veil is the end of you.

"No, no, no! Let go of me, you Dalits. Do you know who I am? "

The two teenagers who hold Nan Shitian are thirteen or fourteen years old, but Xiuwei is forced to Yuanzong by Bi Chen these days.

So it's just a small thing to hold down a Yuanzhe level Southern heaven.

"Who are you?"

Nan Shitian is struggling. A young man asks with a little doubt.

"I am the emperor of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty! The only king of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty! Let me go

Nanshitian saw that the faces of the two teenagers remained unchanged.

"All right."

Hearing this, the southern sky looks happy.

The next sentence of the young man really drove him into the abyss.

"No mistake, it's the dog emperor!"

The two young men nodded their heads, and the strength to restrain the southern heaven was even greater.

"Ah! You bitches! Don't even finish speaking

Nan Shitian was struggling. A young man couldn't listen to him. He chopped his hand at the back of his head.

As soon as it was dark in front of the southern sky, it fell down.

Seeing this, the two teenagers nodded to each other and looked at the Lord whom they had never met.

It turns out the Lord is a woman.

Su Qianyue, holding a streamer fan, shuttles freely among the six figures.

But although Su Qianyue seems to be very fast, his six ancestors are not good.

"This little doll is so big that his accomplishments can compete with his ancestors?"

One side of the nanfengchen was dragged to the back of the screen by the queen.

"Mother!"

"Shut up, don't think I can't see your mind!"

Empress hate iron not to become steel of stare South Feng Chen one eye.

The latter is poked by the queen, thinking happily, with an awkward face.

Su Qianyue is still fighting here.

More and more fighting, these ancestors are looking at Su Qianyue with a surprised expression.

It's already very bad for the cultivation to reach the middle stage of the king of Yuan Dynasty. Unexpectedly, the girl's fierce fighting degree is not inferior to the six old men!

Plus, now her eyes are full of hate.

Even a few ancestors have palpitations.

The black figure of pen dust suddenly rushes to Su Qianyue's side and opens the ancestor who lies behind Su Qianyue.

With the addition of pen dust, the six ancestors feel more and more powerless.

They looked at Su Qianyue and the gorgeous boy with purple and golden pupils.

Any one of them is several times older than the two of them combined.

But the two teenagers were able to draw with them, and they were a little strong.

The faces of the six ancestors changed.

Because they found that there were dead bodies all around, and there were countless broken limbs and hands.

"What? How do you feel

Su Qianyue's mouth is slightly raised. She still has a trump card!

"Lu Kui!"

At the command, a five meter tall brown bear appeared in front of the crowd, but its fur was black and white, more like a panda.

But there is no cover for the violence of Warcraft.

Lu Kui was summoned out and roared into the sky. He seemed to hate the people who hurt Su Qianyue.The presence of cultivation slightly lower, are Lu Kui this roar, forced out a mouthful of blood.

The ancestors are no exception.

"This That's it

The first ancestor saw this huge thing and could not help looking at the teenage girl in front of him with a little admiration.

Unexpectedly can let the yuan King level Warcraft bow to the throne, presumably this youth's status is not general.

South Maple Chen at this time tightly looking at Su shallow month fighting figure.

But her eyes were tightly attracted by the streamer fan in her hand.

"This Isn't this Mr. Su's streamer fan? "

Nanfengchen heart suddenly had a guess, but he did not dare to confirm.

If Su Qianyue is really the young master of Qian Su, the stupid things he did before

He didn't dare to think about it.

"Mother."

"Well?"

"Where is elder Su Heng locked up?"

"Shut up, that's not your question!"

With that, the queen is ready to lead nanfengchen to the chamber of secrets.

"I'm sorry, mother."

"What?"

In front of a black, the last eye but see South Maple Chen slowly put down.

The queen will be knocked unconscious, nanfengchen put her into the secret room.

With a look in his eyes, he went out.

Su Qianyue saw a flaw and sent a streamer fan to the head of the ancestor's neck.

He said with a smile.

"You lost."

My ancestors were also surprised at the girl, not afraid of death, not afraid of pain!

As a result, they didn't do much harm to Su Qianyue.

"Then let's see the punishment for losing to me?"

Su Qianyue grinned a naive smile, and her hands slowly stuck to her ancestors' heart.

"Stop it

The other five ancestors were anxious to stop.

"Su Qianyue!"

This voice, let Su Qianyue originally dark muddy eyes restore a trace of clarity.

Look up, a familiar white figure.

"Yunnuo?"

"Did you see it for the first time Only this man

Another familiar voice sounded in my ear.

All the disciples of Xuewu who are still killing are staring at the two gorgeous men walking in the direction of their masters.

"Eastern Zhou Dynasty..."

Jun Mo from thin lips micro motion, like very casual, but only familiar with his people will know, Jun Mo from the hand shaking.

It means he's afraid.

A pale face.

Su Qianyue looks at Jun Mo Li weakly.

At the moment of seeing Junmo leave, the tension of heart suddenly relaxed.

It turns out that I'm tired myself.

The body slightly shakes for a while, the hand still holds the ancestor dead.

Jun Mo goes forward and pushes his ancestors away.

"Hey, my old bone!"

"Boss, boss."

All the old men looked at the great ancestor with worry.

But the great ancestor's face was a little dignified, because another difficult role came.

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