Dark Emperor's Godly Physician Xiaofei

Nangong yueluo was burning, and she said: "it's OK, you can rush up. If you rush up, I'll give myself medicine first. Don't worry, I'll be accompanied by the Lord of the hell hall when I have an accident. "

The disciples of Yanluo hall listen to Nangong yueluo's broken thoughts and rush up, but they can only surround her.

What's more, looking at the burning cloth strips, his eyes show fierce light and his chest is full of anger, but he can't help taking Nangong yueluo.

The lighted disciple, hearing the hiss, did not want to put out the fire.

But there was no fire.

Immediately a disciple came forward to put out the fire.

A group of three or five.

Here, Jingyu throws it to several disciples of Yanluo hall in Nangong yueluo.

Nangong yueluo's hands were turned over. Soon, the disciples' clothes were torn into strips again. They were ignited again and hissed again.

There are several disciples in succession.

Everyone in Yanluo hall was on guard and was afraid.

Hell, this fire can't be extinguished like samadhi's real fire.

In this way, more than a dozen people were set on fire.

As they spin, Mars rises.

"Oh, how funny!" Nangong yueluo claps her hands and laughs.

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Nangong yueluo's action made the disciples of Yanluo hall look very angry.

"Left protector, we killed this guy." One of the disciples was very angry.

"Oh, I'm still a disciple who wants to be the Lord of the temple. Well, the disciples who don't want to be the temple master are not good ones. " Nangong yueluo leans lazily on the back of his chair, fiddling with her slender fingers.

"You are so bloody. Who wants to be the Lord of the temple?" The disciple said angrily.

"Don't you want to be the Lord of the temple? You don't want to kill me. If you kill me, you will go to Jiuyou hell to accompany me. Don't you have ulterior motives? "

"You're bullshit, I'm not. Zuo HUFA, don't listen to this guy. " The disciple was in a bit of a hurry.

"What's more, I'm still a disciple of Yan Luo temple?"

Nangong yueluo's sarcasm made the disciple put the knife on his neck to prove his innocence by death.

"Tut, I'm really a counsellor. After being slandered, I won't prove my innocence. I only know how to wipe my neck with a knife. This night Wu Shang raised a group of counsellors. "

"Wipe your neck. All of you who want to kill my son want to usurp the throne and become the palace master. You can wipe your neck to prove your innocence." Nangong yueluoxian points to the disciples of Yanluo hall.

In the hall of Nuo Da, except for the disciples who are fighting the fire, the others are the disciples who dare to be angry but dare not rush forward.

"Yes, it is! It's all scolded and slandered by people. It's a little bloody. It's just that the disciples of the Yanluo hall should be bloody. " Nangong yueluo continues to sneer.

These disciples were very angry by Nangong yueluo.

They rushed to kill him because they wanted to kill the Lord and usurp the throne.

If you don't go up to kill him, it's just like counseling. There's no blood like a Yanluo Temple disciple.

One by one, the heart waves fluctuate, and the black eyes stare at the moon falling in Nangong.

"Why is that stupid Dharma protector dumb? You're the worst. You've become a pool of mud. I'm really ashamed of your temple master. "

"You can be made like this in your own place. If you go out later, don't say you are the left Dharma protector of Yanluo hall. Shame, shame. "

"Oh, by the way, remember to go out and cover your face!"

"You... I will make you regret one day." Youming glares at the moon setting in Nangong, gnashing his teeth.