Dear Princess, Run Slowly

Although Xiao Bingbing is curious about who the black robed man is outside, he is still standing by Feng Ming's side because of the form.

"You'll hide here later. Don't move." For a long time, I heard Feng Ming's voice slightly suppressed. Little Bingbing didn't react. She just felt that Feng Ming's body had left.

The black robed man was not alone. There were more than ten or twenty people behind him. They were all dressed in black robes. Every black robed man was full of the prestige of holy and true gods.

The man in black, the leader, has a deep voice.

She looked at the green shirt boy who came out of the side room slowly. He was red lipped, white toothed, picturesque, gentle and indifferent. He was the Xuanwu immortal envoy Fengming!

The black robed man obviously knew Feng Ming, but there was not much respect in his words.

"Isn't this master Xuanwu

Feng Ming had a faint smile on his gentle eyebrows. He looked light and said with a smile, "I don't know if the Lord of the ghost world is driving in the middle world. What's the matter?"

"It's just an abandoned animal. Do you really think of yourself as one of the four immortals?" The voice of the man in black had no waves.

Hidden in the broad black robe of the face, suddenly raised a cloudy smile.

"My Lord has some friendship with you in the past. Now I want to ask the immortal envoy why he alone owns the fragments of heaven and earth? Do you still have the heart to rebel against the decision of heaven

The black robed man said slowly, and directly put a big hat on Feng Ming's head. Feng Ming didn't answer, but slowly cleared his throat, and his vision moved: "I always don't like propriety before soldiers. Let's do it."

Only listen to the black robed people seem to be happy smile, from the throat issued that hoarse light laughter.

"The immortal emissary is retreating now, but he is not the opponent of our master. Ghost face, he has accompanied us Xuanwu immortal emissary in two moves."

The words are full of ridicule. It's too ironic for a Xuanwu immortal to compete with his apprentice.

As soon as the voice fell, the black robed man's fingertips moved, and another figure suddenly appeared behind him. The figure didn't make much nonsense. Instead, he took out his long gun and stabbed Feng Ming hard.

Feng Ming's face was slightly awe inspiring. He keenly felt that the cultivation of the man in black was higher than that of him!

So many people in the ghost world just want to take back the fragments of the holy book of heaven and earth?!

Obviously not!

If the ghost clan dare to bring people to the middle world, there must be a backer behind it. As for the name of the backer, it is just about to come out.

Feng Ming is in this trance, a touch of cold awn is directly approaching his face, he subconsciously evades, at the same time is directly luck Dantian.

The weapon of Xuanwu immortal emissary has never been real.

Feng Ming's most terrible weapon is his voice!

It's like running water falling from a cliff. It's Ding Dong. It's like a pearl falling to the ground. It's very nice.

Feng Ming's voice interferes with people's mind and thinking so much that no one can continue to fight without interference.

But the head of the black robed man seemed to have known Feng Ming's intention for a long time. He sneered: "the immortal envoy still doesn't have to waste his time. The ghost face is deaf."

Deaf?!

Even Feng Ming was a little surprised, but he could only resist the more and more fierce moves of ghost face.

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