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"Oh?" Huarong on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, and then he was proud to smile, "with your luring away from the mountain, Cheng Man'er has been stuffed into a sack and carried on the shoulder of this young master. Where are you? Wang long and I will meet you. "

"I'm in the woods at the end of 318 county road. Hurry up and bleed again. You'll be in danger."

With that, the fire worship disciple hung up the phone.

He looked at Xiao Chen obsequiously and said with a smile, "elder brother, can I leave now?"

"Yes!"

Xiao Chen's smile is very gentle.

"Thank you, brother. Thank you."

The fire worshiping disciple immediately added one duck and two ducks. That was sayaz and ran away.

"Ha ha." Xiao Chen sneers at him more than once, his eyes flash, and his sword roars out with the wind tearing the air.

Whoosh.

Ouch

The fire worshiping disciple immediately stopped, turned his head and looked at Xiao Chen in disbelief. "You are really a villain."

"Ha ha!"

Xiao Chen is silent sneer, lazy to pay attention to him.

I saw the fire cult disciple's mouth overflowing with blood, and fell on the ground unwilling. After a while, he died of kicking his legs.

Xiao Chen dragged him into the grass and jumped into the big tree again, waiting for the hare there.

It's ridiculous to think about it. Fairy tales can become reality.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse. The bright moonlight pours down on the earth like a layer of gauze.

It was quiet and quiet around. Occasionally a few owls flew by, sounding like babies. It was very penetrating.

After a while, two figures came from the distance. They were sweating profusely at the moment.

They are Huarong and Wanglong.

Wang Long was carrying a sack on his back. It must be Chen Pan Cheng Man'er who wanted to carry it.

Huarong walked into the woods and looked around. Suddenly, his nose moved and his face sank. "Elder Wang long, do you smell a pungent smell of blood?"

"Indeed. Wang Long nodded, and his face became quite dignified.

According to the phone call of the Zoroastrians, they are waiting here.

However, after the arrival of the two people, there was no one. The scene was very strange and people had to think about it.

Wang Long frowned and guessed, "little master, we are not trapped by others, are we?"

"It's impossible. The ten disciples are all elites in the fire worship sect. Even if they can't beat those people in black, it should not be a problem if they want to escape." Huarong directly denied his statement and was very conceited.

But at this time, there was a faint voice over their heads, which was very abrupt.

"Ha ha, it's ridiculous that I should still speak up when I'm dying."

"What?"

Hearing this, Huarong and Wang Long both looked up and looked up.

I saw a figure sitting on the branch of a big tree. Taking advantage of the bright and dark cigarette ends, you can find that this person's face is angular, and he is a handsome man.

Huarong fixed his mind and didn't stray, "where the devil, dare to amuse your little master? It's really looking for death."

Wang Long is also frightened to watch, and Huarong formed a defensive circle, back-to-back attack and defense.

At this time, the shadow jumped from the tree and went to Huarong and Wanglong.

As the distance approached, his face became more and more clear. Who was not Xiao Chen?

With his cigarette end in his mouth, he smoked fiercely, staring at the two people who depended on each other, and sneered, "well, it's better to be famous than to meet. It turns out that the young master of pyrotechnics is a brokeback mountain."

"Who do you say is Brokeback Mountain?"

Huarong immediately became angry, pointing to Xiao Chen and burning with anger, "Laozi is a pure man, which is the consensus of fire worship."

"Er..."

Wang Long is speechless, because his gorgeous face is a bit of sissy. He is good at scheming. If he is a pure man, no one dares to agree with him.

He claimed to be a pure man, and no one dared to speak. After all, he was the young master of the fire cult.

Xiao Chen stood not far away from them and glared at them with a faint smile. "I really don't see that you have a great future in worshiping fire cult. But if you can't beat them, you should poison and set fire by means of three indiscriminate means. What's the morality and morality in the world?"

"Oh, morality? It's just the self comfort of the weak. Lao Tzu only looks at the results and never stresses morality. " Huarong smile, face dew color, "Xiao Chen, your confidant that beauty, want to have perished?"

"What?"

Xiao Chen immediately looked gloomy. "So, the little boy selling flowers is also your arrangement?"

"It's really funny. Didn't Mr. Xiao feel familiar with me?" Huarong changed his voice to be a tearful voice, just like the little boy who sold flowers before.Damn it, it's a dog in the sun.

Xiao Chen never stopped laughing, "even if you are the leader of the fire cult, it's really a trick to use such tricks to distract the tiger from the mountain. It's too clever to kill Qing Qing."

"Ha ha, if you want to kill me, you have to have that strength."

She turned her heart away, but she didn't put the morning face on.

In his opinion, his own volcano worm virus has played a role, but at that time, it was Ding Jiuling who received the flower, not Xiao Chen.

If at that time, I would like to give the rose to Xiao Chen directly. At the moment, Xiao Chen has been poisoned to death and is not in this world.

However, there is no regret medicine to sell in this world, so you need to taste the evil fruit you planted.

But Xiao Chen shook his head and laughed jokingly, "boy, your volcano worm poison is not so good. Although sister Ding has deep roots, she has passed the dangerous period now and has no life danger."

"No way!"

Huarong obviously didn't believe his words, which was unbelievable.

"It may not be possible. It doesn't matter now." Xiao Chen's face was as deep as water, like hell's king. His momentum soared and soared in the air. He pointed at Huarong with a murderous air. "Go to death, boy. The murderer will always kill him."

However, at this time, the elder Wang Long was in front of Huarong, waving a piece of soft whip in his hand, and roared out towards Xiaochen.

"Xiao, if you want to fight our little Lord, you have to step on my body first."

As an elder of the Zoroastrianism, that is, the subordinate of the little Lord, he had to move ahead of time.

This is the truth that the so-called Lord humiliates his ministers.

"Ha ha, you can't help yourself. Watch the move."

Without any fear, Xiao Chen stepped on the whip that had been thrown out at the same time, as if walking on the ground, his feet changed one after another, kicking Wang long.

"What?"

Wang Long couldn't believe it. His weapon, soft whip, didn't hit Xiao Chen, but was used by others. Who should I ask for?

"It's impossible to step on a horse!"