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But now Lin Hao has been floating on the top of two groups of people's heads. The evil emperor and the skeleton king also lead their own skeleton soldiers, and quietly touch the back of Tianlong and Yaoguang. They can catch each other unprepared with a command.

The two groups of people who were tossed to such an extent that all of them had dark circles under their eyes, and were accompanied by unstable breath and deficiency of complexion, were not aware of it at all. Behind them were two armies with hidden breath.

They are still uneasy looking at teammates, waiting for a clarion call, the end of this state of torture.

However, it was unexpected that the battle horn was neither sounded by Tianlong nor blown by Yaoguang. On the contrary, it was the strange looking skeleton soldier who slowly raised his head and took a glance up. The two groups of people had been paying close attention to each other's every move. As soon as he raised his head, dozens of people also raised their heads and looked strangely at their own heads.

This look, with floating in the air Lin Hao and Yu Wen Hu looked at a pair of eyes.

For a moment, the embarrassment in the air has broken through the sky and reached an indescribable height. The eyes of Tianlong and Yaoguang have no surprise, and they have lost the murderous spirit and spiritual energy when they were outside the emperor's tomb.

When their eyes crossed in the air and saw the brand-new white robe and the innocent two, their faces converged and became the same.

Why? Some of them can't help thinking deeply, when did they get promoted to the second level, and when did they come, before us or after us?

Lin Hao, as a villain leader who has played with everyone from the very beginning, naturally doesn't care how stunned they are.

On the contrary, he was just like attending the ceremony of conferring honor. With a calm and calm smile on his face, yinglei's wings vibrated and yuwenhu slowly fell to the ground.

This is not enough, he also a swing sleeve, right hand holding dragon sword, left hand don't know where to touch out a fan, huala spread out, like a tour of the lake childe, in his face a cover, only leave that pair of ironic eyes exposed outside, also coquettishly toward two groups of people blinked.

"Hello, everyone." He said politely, "I don't know why you are gathered here today?"

It was embarrassing enough. Because of his peacock like show off, it became subtle. Even Yu Wenhu could not help but raise his hand and pull his half sleeve robe to cover his face.

"My boss," he sighed with a long tone of voice, helpless and funny, "can't you put on a strong and serious look at such a tense moment?"

Lin Hao folded up his fan and stuffed it into his skirt carelessly. He rolled his eyes at him with great dissatisfaction. He explained to himself with a strong argument: "you know what, I'm a beautiful man in the river. Every move is elegant."

The other side was too lazy to pay attention to his sometimes magical brain circuit. As soon as he turned his wrist, more than a dozen talismans had broken out and nailed to the ground. The array materials also tumbled down from his sleeves, and then he was thrown at all directions by his toes.