Chapter 70 Missing Me?dream! 【2】

In the former smoky, immortal residence, except for the square building that was not damaged, other places are large and small, with broken walls, broken flowers and rocks.There is still the smell of blood floating in the air. Although it is not very strong, it can be felt that this place has experienced too many tragic wars.

The disciples who came and went all looked solemn and hurried forward, and sometimes they could be seen carrying the corpses of beasts in twos and threes.The further he walked, the more disciples he saw were carrying the corpses of wild beasts.

A bloody lion's leg, a giant python broken into countless sections, and large bear paws.

Some beautiful female disciples walked by here, seeing this scene, couldn't help trotting and vomited.

Dongfang Lingyun and his group came all the way.

Everyone who saw them stopped what they were doing.

Pairs of eyes, with awe and resentment, fixed on them.

Dongfang Lingyun had no doubt that if Xiaoyaozi and Lan Wuxin hadn't followed her by her side, this group of people would definitely pounce on her, wishing to bite her to death.

"do not care about it."

The young man in purple who was walking beside him didn't even turn his head, but his tone of voice was clearly speaking to Dongfang Lingyun.

Dongfang Lingyun paused.

Leng Sha's eyebrows softened somewhat.

"I don't care."

Yes.

not give a damn about.

Even if everyone in the world betrays.

This man will always stand by her side.

There is such a person.

Why hesitate and be angry?
Knowing people naturally understand everything!People who don't understand don't understand even if they say all the good things.

"Ahem, be careful in public places. Don't flirt in front of me..."

Before Xiaoyaozi finished speaking, Su Chanxin stared wide-eyed and answered, "What is flirting?"

Xiaoyaozi shut up all of a sudden.

Just as the four of them walked forward solemnly, two teenagers walked towards them, one in red clothes like fire, the other in black clothes cold and arrogant.

The black-clothed boy raised his eyebrows, and his face with water chestnuts was slightly guilty.On his back was also a precious black sword with a wide blade, accounting for about two-thirds of the boy's waist.

The boy in red is not as cold and arrogant as the boy in black, holding a folding fan.The face that is prettier than a girl is always smiling, and the beautiful peach eyes, when looking at people, always give people the illusion of being serious and focused.There is a white jade belt around the waist, and there is not a jade pendant hanging on the waist like an ordinary nobleman, but a small gold abacus that is exquisitely made.

Who else is it if it's not Dongfang Qingya and Gu Shengxiao?
Lan Wuxin was the first to stop.

When the three of the four young masters gathered together, Rao Lan Wuxin was in a mess, standing between the other two, but she didn't look awkward at all.The long jet-black hair was uncommonly scattered because of the broken headband.A thin gold mask follows the contours, snaking downwards.It makes people want to lift the mask and get a glimpse of the real face.After taking the high-grade elixir given by Su Chanxin, Lan Wuxin's expression improved a lot in surprise.Although the lip color is not so red as to bleed, it is also slightly moist.

A smile evoked at the moment.

So high-spirited and magnificent.

Suddenly, Dongfang Qingya and Gu Shengxiao must have become vulgar things.

"The dean asked us to pick you up. Wuxin, good job!"

Gu Shengxiao is the only person in Disha Academy who can talk to Lan Wuxin, and he can barely be regarded as Lan Wuxin's friend.

At this moment, he changed his pretentiousness and acted like a man to hammer Lan Wuxin's shoulder to show his admiration.

Dongfang Lingyun, who was beside him, made a sudden move and grabbed Gu Shengxiao's wrist, his eyes flickered slightly: "He has a wound on his shoulder."

(End of this chapter)

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