Dear Princess, Run Slowly

Feng Ming flies over like crazy, but he still can't stop it.

Time seems to be suddenly static, everything back to the dark, Su Qianyue just feel around more muggy, let her breathless.

"What do you mean, I just died again?"

Looking at the emptiness around, Su Qianyue just wanted to ask about the black and white impermanence of being late, but suddenly smelled a bad smell at the tip of her nose.

Su Qianyue, who had been quietly waiting for death, stood up with a sound of rubbing.

She looked around in surprise and joy, and her guess became more and more true.

This stink is not the breath of that dragon?!

In other words, it may still be Yanlong Mouth?!

Thinking of this, Su Qianyue gets up happily. She doesn't care what she dislikes at this time. Just as she wants to walk, she feels a sticky liquid in her palm, and her subconscious fingertips twist.

This is The smell The touch

The more she thought about it, the more black lines she had on her forehead.

Damn, it's saliva!!!

Su Qianyue was disgusted for a long time before she stood up again. Now she is sure that she is not dead. At this time, she is in the mouth of this dragon with bad breath, and may still be sandwiched between two teeth.

Now, there's a slightly tricky problem

She can't stay here waiting to be drowned by yanlongkou, can she? However, this dragon seems to have no intention of opening its mouth again.

Boom -

a loud noise came from the outside world, and Su Qianyue was curious.

But she didn't know where to look. She pulled her hair in frustration.

The next second, the space seems to be upside down. Su Qianyue subconsciously thinks that the earthquake happened. In fact, it's not the case. Instead, Yanlong is turned up.

Jun Moli's eyes are cold and murderous at this time. He looks at the Yanlong shivering in his hands at this time.

as soon as he comes, he sees his little lady being swallowed. Is this Yanlong tired of living?

Black robe hunting wind, young as knife cut the same side face is full of indifference, killing around slowly lingering.

Jun Mo Li's cold eyes are staring at the Yan long, shivering and shrinking into a ball. Who can think that in front of Su Qian's moon, the Yan Long is like a creeping earthworm in Jun Mo Li's hand?

Feng Ming looked at the young man in black in front of him, and those ugly memories came to his mind. He didn't want to recall them, but the man in front of him tore up the things he didn't want to do, pressed his head and let him face them.

"Ah

Su Qianyue's skull bumps into Yanlong's teeth. A buzzing sound rings, and Su Qianyue curses secretly.

"What the hell are you doing?"

The outside world's Jun Mo leaves the ear is how keen, his body shape one Zheng, immediately on the indifferent face reveals the light joy.

The lady is in there! Lady is swearing inside!

Su Qianyue

The Dragon saw the terrible man in front of him and grinned with joy. A cold gushed from his body.

Yanlong suddenly felt that his throat was itchy, but the man was too strong. He didn't dare to cough, so he had to bear it. But the next second, he only felt cold inside.

The coldness is different from the coldness of the world, but the kind, as if from hell in general.

Endless cold.

"Roar -"

Yan Long originally lives on fire, but ordinary cold can't kill him at all.

What did the female human just eat do?!

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