I'm frivolous: a stunning murder

Chapter 324 Who Loves Deeply [2]

Dong Moran looked at the woman in front of him, feeling an urge to step forward and take off the veil of the man in black.

Take a look at how similar the face under the black veil is to the woman he is thinking of?
At this time, Ye Qingkuang flew the rest of the people aside. Here, unless there is a new formation to suppress her, these people are not enough to fight her.

In the morning, the breeze blew past the Buddha, curling up the ends of her hair and fluttering gently.

There was a wave of unruly and uninhibited, just standing there quietly, the inviolable arrogance was naturally revealed.

Dong Moran stood with his hands behind his back, looking at him, the feeling of being away for several years spread in his heart.

For a moment, he thought he saw that woman... Ye Qingkuang.

frivolous...

Already died in Gathering God Mansion, didn't he?

For this reason, I also chose to retreat, away from the turmoil of the imperial power, and away from the control of my mother.

Now, in the midst of her crying for death, she stepped forward.

After all, the city is his own city, and the country is his own country, so he can't sit idly by.

Unexpectedly, on the second day after returning to the palace, this encounter happened.

"Who is your Excellency, why did you break into the treasure hall?" Dong Moran thought to himself, maybe, just by hearing her voice, he would know whether this person was her or not.

However, Ye Qingkuang remained silent.

The deepest silence suddenly piled up between the two of them.

Seeing the opponent's attitude of "If you want to fight, stop talking nonsense", Dong Moran had no choice but to make a move.

Luck in the palm, is a stream of air like ice mist, without losing the strong wind.

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that it must be a very high level of profound energy.

There was no surprise in Ye Qingkuang's eyes.

The palm winds of the two resisted each other in the air, knowing that the two strands of profound energy collided and burst out, they dodged each other, but shot at each other quickly.

All of a sudden, the situation changed suddenly.

As the gust of wind approached, two figures intersected each other at a high place, and each move was dizzying.

The two are at a stalemate, just because their abilities are equal, but everything around them has been affected by their palm, and it will be ruined if it is destroyed!

The sound of crashing and cracking can be heard endlessly.

Ye Qingkuang flew down to the palace tower, dressed in black, extremely arrogant.

Dong Moran was dressed in luxurious robes, standing alone in the strong wind, standing majestically.

Absorb the surrounding breath, form an air mass, and attack the opponent.

Up to now in this battle, each other has used ten levels of skills.

The level of the day is the limit to the level of the sky.

The surrounding people saw that His Highness the Crown Prince could not capture the man in black, so they rushed to rescue the soldiers.

Fortunately, the prince of Xishan is still in the palace, and he will definitely be able to help the prince!
The two men fought against each other from a distance, and came to a sparring close to each other.

"Frivolous, is that you?" Dong Moran asked in a sonorous voice while they were fighting nearby.

However, that person didn't even look at him, as if he was just a stranger.

Just, can't go wrong.

Her breath, her every move had already been engraved into his heart.

There are thousands of times in the dream, how can he forget it?

She didn't admit it, just because she disdain him.

"You came here for the eight-star formation, you go, otherwise you won't be able to leave when Xi Yujing comes!"

Dong Moran withdrew his emotions and said in a cold voice.

(End of this chapter)