Later, during the first war between immortals and demons, the few people who participated in that war and survived escaped death, but they often dreamed of those eyes stained with blood and filled with the aura of violence.
The owner of the eyes smiled coldly, the black sword in his hand glowed red, and there were piles of bloody corpses around him.
He said
None of you can escape.
Immortal Xuanjing also has this dream all year round, and is often frightened to wake up, fearing that the devil will seek his life.
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Xiao Nian slapped He Rong on the head: Quick, apologize to Xuan Jing, you scared him.
He Rong glared at Immortal Xuanjing fiercely, gritting his teeth.
Xiaonian looked at it and slapped her again: "Little bastard, what are you doing with this expression?"
He Rong smiled, feeling cold all over his body: I'm sorry.
Immortal Xuanjing trembled, "No, don't apologize to me, I'm so scared, huh, huh, huh."
Reading Guide
1. The female protagonist and the male protagonist are not good!!! Absolutely not!!! They can really do anything for their purpose!!!
2. Decline Ginseng Rooster. The author is a novice. If you don't like reading it, please avoid it. Hello, I'm hello, everyone.
3. I can't think of it at the moment. I'll add it when I think of it.
[Screenshot of the copy on July 3, 2019]
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