God Emperor's vinegar jar is turned over again

Chapter 1113 Who are you?

Looking at the scene of the blood-stained sunset, Hua Yan and the others gulped in unison.

On the other side of the sea of ​​flames, the figure of the girl stood still.

Through the flames, she could still see her Miaoman figure, like a bloodbath Shura.

"Damn it...it's so handsome!"

Huayan yelled excitedly.

After being in the world where martial arts is the venerable for such a long time, if she was still a law-abiding citizen in her previous life, she would have died countless times.

I don't know if she has integrated into the world, or the world has changed her too much subtly.

In short, for her now, killing people is as simple as a routine.

Besides, it was her younger sister Yue who was showing off her power at the moment.

In her eyes, Yue Qingcheng's killing skills, which seemed like a killer, instantly fascinated her!

Xi Wuque and the others wiped off their cold sweat, and glanced at Huayan complicatedly.

What they immediately thought was that fortunately they were not the ones who were against Yue Qingcheng, otherwise, it would have been too easy to die, right?

After a while, the flame went out.

As soon as the flame blew, those corpses that had turned into black charcoal immediately turned to ashes.

"Pack up the storage bag."

Yue Qingcheng, eyes flat.

Xi Wuque and the others almost thought it was a hallucination.

If you don't look at her cold eyes as always, it's a picture of a peaceful young girl.

Unfortunately, no.

"Why are you in a daze, hurry up and grab the storage bag, my old lady is not polite to you!"

After Huayan finished speaking, she searched for the storage bag among the ashes.

Now that the wealth is great, Xi Wuque and the others don't think so much anymore, and what happens to Yue Qingcheng has nothing to do with them.

After all, she is their little junior sister.

The little white tiger watched Yue Qingcheng stand there motionless, and let these people pick up the storage bag.

It thought for a while, and ran into the ashes.

Hmph, it is not the prodigal little master!

Yue Qingcheng saw its silver-white hair, which soon turned gray and black, and couldn't help but shook her head amusedly.

"Get rich, get rich! Damn, if I go back to China, I must be a local tyrant! What kind of business are you doing? Nothing is as fast as this!"

Huayan was carrying storage bags with both hands full, like an aunt picking up trash on the street, and she was still smiling so brightly.

Xi Wuque and the others didn't say anything, they were silently happy.

These imperial guards bullied others in the past and searched for a lot of good things from the people, but now they all belong to them.

brush!

Suddenly, a suffocating momentum condensed not far away.

It made their hair stand on end, their bodies froze there, and they couldn't even move.

Yue Qingcheng can move freely.

The main reason is that the familiar yet unfamiliar aura deliberately restrained her body.

She was a little surprised, and a little surprised.

He just raised his eyebrows indifferently, looking at the tall figure that gradually formed on the mound of corpses and appeared out of thin air.

"come over."

He opened his arms.

Yue Qingcheng frowned.

Di Bugu was obviously a little surprised, he thought for a while, maybe he didn't restrain his momentum, which made her unhappy.

As a result, Huayan and the others were able to take a big breath as soon as the momentum was suppressed.

"brat?"

He opened his arms that were enough to hold people in his arms and pamper him to death.

Yue Qingcheng raised her eyebrows and ran towards him.

Under the setting sun, Hua Yan was happy for Yue Qingcheng, but also felt sour.

The same is true of Xi Wuque and the others.

The little white tiger even kicked the stone to express his displeasure.

Di Bugu smiled warmly.

Finally, Yue Qingcheng fell into his arms, and he embraced her tenderly.

"Oh, this dog food is issued..."

Huayan looked at her dirty body, and at the two people embracing each other like a city wall under the setting sun, she was so sad that she wiped away the non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes.

However, the painting style changed in an instant.

I saw Yue Qingcheng shot out suddenly, the silver needle sank into the back of Di Bugu's neck, and his bare hands clasped his neck.

"who are you?"

(End of this chapter)