Evil in the world: Mad girl is too charming

"Ninth brother, come back!" Ling Xiaoran roared, and was furious for a moment, spat out a mouthful of blood.Fiction Rankings
"My lord, my lord, how are you? Help me get on the horse..."

"Ninth brother, come back! Come back! Quickly chase the Ninth Prince back, cough cough..." Ling Xiaoran spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, her face was pale, her eyes were red, and she could barely stabilize her body.

Ling Yiran couldn't hear anything. He remembered that when he met Yi Shuihan for the first time, he changed his golden fan, and when he met Yi Shuihan for the second time, he was scared into the water. He was furious, the fourth time we met, Yi Shuihan was dressed in red..., the scenes were clearly imprinted in his mind, these days he was still angry with Yi Shuihan, he still hasn't forgiven Yi Shuihan, Yi Shuihan How can Han die...

"Ahem, Ninth Brother, come back..." Ling Xiaoran looked at Ling Yiran's disappearing figure, anxiously grieved, emotionally unstable, and immediately accelerated the spread of toxins in his body, and his consciousness began to blur. [

Tread, tread, and the sound of horseshoes sweeping across the sky, like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, a gold and iron horse, frightening the birds and beasts to fly away.

"See the fifth prince." The leader is obviously the leader of the Royal Forest Army.

"Hurry up and bring the Ninth Prince back! Hurry up..." After saying this, Ling Xiaoran was exhausted and fainted as soon as his eyes darkened.

"My lord, my lord, military doctor, how about my lord..."

"My lord has been poisoned. I will suppress the toxin first, and now I will send my lord back immediately."

The military doctor stayed behind to treat Ling Xiaoran, and the leader of the Imperial Forest Army led the Imperial Forest Army into the forest to chase Ling Yiran.

The imperial forest army abandoned their horses, and those with strong martial arts could easily cross the swamp, and those with mediocre martial arts could cross the swamp carefully.

The Imperial Forest Army could not wait to go deep into the forest. If something happened to the Ninth Prince, they would be demoted if they were lightly punished, or even lose their lives.

The forest is full of evil spirits, and his purple robes have been stained with the blood of many enemies. He is like a Shura in hell, his eyes are red, and the cold sword in his hand has not slowed down at all. clothes people.

The man in black didn't dare to rush forward and surrounded Ling Yiran, he couldn't kill Ling Xiaoran, and killing Ling Yiran was a great achievement.

Ling Yiran looked cold and sad, watching the man in black laugh lowly, that laughter was like a prelude to his life, the cold sword he held tightly was stained with blood, and the blood slid down the blade into the soil.

"Damn you all." The tone was very soft, but it was loud, and every word was filled with deep sorrow.

In an instant, the wind swept through the clouds, flying sand and rocks.

The purple robes were lifted up, the black hair fluttered wantonly, and the sword glowing with cold light quickly slashed across the neck of the man in black, blood poured out immediately.

The man in black was startled, Ling Yiran was fighting with his life, a crazy person is the most terrifying.

They had an absolute advantage in numbers, and the man in black immediately resorted to reincarnation to consume Ling Yiran's physical strength before killing him.

The reincarnation battle was very effective, although Ling Yiran became more and more crazy, but his face was bloodless, his hands were trembling slightly, and the blood on the purple robe could no longer tell whether it was the man in black or Ling Yiran.

Just when the man in black was triumphant, a large number of imperial forest troops rushed in.

"Protect the Nine Princes." The leader of the Imperial Forest Army shouted loudly. [

A large number of imperial guards swarmed forward. Although the overall martial arts were a little weaker than the men in black, they were absolutely overwhelming in number. One in a hundred enemies was even more gang-fighting than gang-fighting. It was a scuffle.