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Chapter 144 Niwan Jiuzhen, there is a true god in every square inch!(2/2)

An Qisheng's mouth raised, and a playful smile appeared.

The most beautiful thing in the world is nothing more than sleepy people sending a pillow.

Huh ~

In the night wind, a black shadow travels through the shadows between the eaves of many buildings and houses.

The visitor is obviously proficient in the art of lurking and concealing. While walking, not only is the whole person hiding in the darkness, but his body is in the same direction as the blowing night wind.

Even if someone stares at him intently, he may not be able to detect his movements.

"Bai Xian'er, you actually gave away all the six prisons little elixirs that belong to me."

Bianyou gritted his teeth, and could not help but kill intent in his heart.

How precious is a small saint pill of Six Prisons?

He has not obtained it for more than 20 years since he joined the Great Sun Demon Sect. This time, they still have to be the first people to come to pursue the magic trick of snatching the spirit. The eldest brother Duan Yunlong will give him a small holy pill of Six Prisons.

In this way, it still belongs to the two of them, one person has half!

He could tolerate Bai Xian'er's strange temper and her sarcasm, but this completely touched his bottom line!

He didn't know where Bai Xian'er was going crazy and would give the Six Prisons Little Holy Pill, but he absolutely couldn't allow it!

"That old guy"

In the shadows, under the mask, Bian You's face was a little distorted.

He pursued Bai Xian'er for many years and hadn't touched even a finger. This old thing not only took advantage, but also had a very likely chance of taking away his pill!

He did not dare to fight with Bai Xian'er, which did not mean that he could not kill this old thing!

Huh ~

With his body undulating, Bianyou had already arrived at the building next to Yangxiao Hall.

In the shadow, he looked at the dull Yangxiaotang, his chest ached faintly, and Yun Dongliu's palm had not healed yet.

If it weren't for the Six Prisons' Little Holy Pill, he would never have known that Yun Dongliu still dared to lurk here.

"Damn old guy"
Chapter completed!
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