Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

The feast was wrapped up by two people. There are three on the side of Shen Mubai. There is no such thing as a singularity. She can only throw a powerful magic weapon to each other. Let it protect her body and start to fight with the three.

Only when she was above, she had already moved some energy. When she was dealing with the fire beast, the damaged Dan Tian was once again hit hard. Although the surface is well loaded, the actual situation is only one. People are clear.

So after playing for a while, it has already faintly fallen.

The feast over there was aware that although he had dealt with it extremely hard, he thought that the Master would be injured again, and he would come over regardless of his disregard.

The two monsters caught him.

On the other side of Shen Mubai, after the downwind, the aura in Dantian gradually disappeared. She added it with the Lingshi in the storage bag, and one of the powers broke out and killed one of them.

It’s just that this monster can’t see what class it is, and it’s hard and tough. Even though there are so many white wood treasures, there is no way to take them for a while.

So when the throat couldn't help but spit out a blood, Shen Mubai was negligent, the sword in his hand was hit, and the **** red scorpions of the two monsters stared at her, and the next moment swooped.

The body fell to the ground, and the brain was somewhat unconscious. The body of Shen Mubai had reached the end of the strong, and he could only try his best to avoid the blow, but half of the body was still hurt, and a large mouth of blood was spit again in the mouth. .

The feast there was a sullen sigh, his arm was scraped off a large piece of flesh and blood, his eyes were red, and a dangerous and dark atmosphere broke out around him, causing the monsters to avoid a meal and subconsciously stepping back a few steps. .

But in the next second, the body was smashed from top to bottom by a bronze sword.

The face of the feast was stained with blood, step by step toward the woman who had been comatose. His pupil was red with a dark color, and the whole body was covered with a dark fire. The whole person was in danger. .

The hand touched the woman's side face, and the feast brought the other person up, and the tone was low. "Master."

The foot is like a piece of debris, the whole space falls apart and again transforms to another scene.

The dark and narrow space, reaching out and not seeing the five fingers, gives people a feeling of embarrassment, quiet as if they do not notice the passage of time, making people feel fear.

A sigh of incomprehensible sighs, including a hint of amazement and a pity.

There was a little vigilance in the eyes of the feast, and the people in the arms were hugged, and the tone was heavy. "Who?"

"The magical roots, the tens of thousands of years is a rare day of the capital." The sound is like a vicissitudes of life, but with a touch of people feel very uncomfortable.

Even if he didn't show up, the invisible pressure was breathless.

The feast embraced the person in the arms tightly, and the tone was cold. "What do seniors want to do?"

The owner of the voice paused a little, "Reassured, I will not move your master to a little bit of hair."

The vigilance in the eyes of the feast still has not faded, and the whole person is in a state of tension, paying attention to the movements around.

The voice is helpless. "If I want to hurt you, why should I say so much nonsense to you?"

Feast does not speak.

The voice continued, "Do you know the roots of the devil?"

The feast has never been heard, but just listening to the name, slightly frowning, "predecessors have something to say."

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