The magic doctor explodes the cute concubine

Chapter 1692 Draw your god bone 7
Through the black mask under the chain, he first glanced at everyone present, and then moved his gaze to Canaan.

Canaan's nagging tone made his tone a bit playful, "It's her. It's a miserable life."

Turning around, he looked at Mu Furong, who was walking in front of her barefoot.

"The guards are loose today."

Knowing that Mu Furong would not respond in front of others.

Xingling looked at her gesture of holding the Demon Sword in her hand, her vigilant appearance about to fight, Xingling was about to speak just as she felt something.He raised his head and glanced at the sky above [-] meters.

They are currently in the sky at [-] meters...

The eyes behind the mask suddenly tightened, is that guy coming?
It came so fast.

That being the case, Xingling walked up to the tense Mu Furong, "This woman has a lot of tricks, you can't handle it."

Mu Furong didn't say a word.

The way the veins were about to bulge made Xiaotao and Emperor Huangfu think that she was ready to strike at any time.

Canaan looked at this side with even more vigilance.

She can't easily use the thing in her hand, there is only one of this thing.

If you meet the white-haired man who looks like Emperor Huangfu just now, you will be in trouble.

Must be a last resort...

Xing Ling stood in front of Mu Furong, his slender body was wrapped in a restraint uniform, and the wide flared cuff design made him look a bit more mysterious.

Especially that mask, which is pure black... it is imprisoned by a cross chain.

Mu Furong was in a complicated mood. She had just learned a lot from Mr. Mo. She knew that Xing Ling was Pluto!

No, I am Pluto, Xing Ling is me...

What a mess! !

Anyway, no wonder this guy is me or you, you are me...

Xingling stood in front of her, she couldn't help but not pay attention to him.

I couldn't look into his eyes, so I could only focus on his mask. The pure black mask, except for the cross chain, also had a strange pattern. Is it a flower?
Mu Furong didn't know this kind of flower.

"I have 3 minutes to help. Leave yourself to me. This time I will help you once and for all."

Xing Ling said so.

The clear and incomparably proud tone sounds good.

The thought that popped into Mu Furong's mind was, can he help? ! ! !
Why didn't you say it earlier.

"Trust me?"

When he asked this question, Mu Furong could only slightly nod her head.

Emperor Huangfu was lying behind her. He felt that she was a little strange from just a few seconds ago, and his eyes had not moved. This subtle nod made him concentrate even more, and asked quickly secretly, "Who are you communicating with?"

Before Mu Furong could answer, she saw Xing Ling crawling into her body like a ghost.

……

Emperor Huangfu looked at her and closed her eyes for nearly two seconds, then opened them again, with dark eyes.

Someone gently pushed him away, and threw him to Sirius Duan's side with one hand, she turned her head and said in a low voice: "You two take care of him."

The smile on the corner of the mouth is evil and charming, "Today, I will personally deal with her."

Emperor Huangfu and Duan Tianlang Zhu Xiaotao didn't react at all.

Just looking at the figure of Mu Si taking a few steps forward, that figure seems to be extraordinarily tall... extraordinarily chic.

Compared with usual, the momentum is more compelling.

It's an invisible aura... making the whole air thicker.

Canaan watched the woman walking towards him not far away.

The corners of his mouth lost the gloom just now.

The eyes are full of evil spirits, and there is a devil's breath.

Canaan was confused again.

"You are……"

As soon as he uttered two words, he saw the man holding the Devil Sword on his fingertips, as if he was playing with a toy.

He stared at her with a free and easy smile.

That look made Canaan's scalp tingle, and he felt that he was being targeted by a poisonous snake...

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