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Chapter 839 The emperor's favorite pet: Miss Qingcheng (72)

Just when everyone around thought Ranbai was going to do something,

The white smiles warmly, and the pair of shimmering peach blossom eyes give people a frivolous and dangerous feeling.

When facing Ranbai's smile, people felt a chill on their backs and their whole body was tense.

Ranbai:... In fact, she did nothing.

Ranbai casually said "tsk" casually, "Because you think of me so much, I'm sorry for your liking if I don't mess up the situation."

The head of the Yuan family:...I like you, a ghost?!!

Feng Luo said helplessly: "Host, you are afraid that you have any misunderstandings about your like."

"Is there any?" Ranbai smiled indifferently, "No."

Listening to Ranbai's elegant denial, Feng Luo: "...what the host said was right."

Well, the host is right.

What is right is right, what is wrong is right, no matter whether it is right or wrong.

that's all.

Ran Baiying's white white fingertips touched the dark blood silk lightly, and his voice was lazily and seemed to not take everything in his eyes: "Well, you have fun too. Pay attention to your sense of decisiveness, but it's okay if you don't have a sense of decisiveness."

Dark Blood Ling:...Your Highness, there seems to be no difference between you and not saying it.

The dark blood silk gently rotated slowly on the girl's white wrist with graceful and smooth lines, as if responding.

Only see it for everyone,

A blood-colored silk forging like watering of blood appeared out of thin air, shining under the refraction of the sun, dazzling and charming.

Murong Ge was very alert and couldn't figure it out. How did Leng Ran's weapon operate?

Then, Ming Yan next to him smiled Xiewang: "If Xiaoge likes it, I will take it over for you."

Murong Ge smiled disdainfully: "I will grab what I want myself."

"It's worthy of being my little song." Ming Yan's eyes were filled with interest and mixed with some love.

Everyone in the Yuan family was in a state of defending against the enemy.

but……

Unexpectedly,

The dark blood silk was spinning around the Yuan family, constantly spinning like a rapid tornado, which caught people off guard.

The dazzling colors made people unable to help but follow them with their eyes, and then... dizzy.

Dark Blood Ling kept wandering among these people. Whenever someone wanted to do something, Dark Blood Ling would dodge very smartly. Sometimes, he would just wipe the person's neck like he was impatient, and the blood splashed did not splash on Dark Blood Ling's body at all.

The people who turned around were dizzy and wanted to catch the Dark Blood Ling.

But they were led by Dark Blood Sculpture to kill each other.

There was a chaotic passage around the entire competition venue.

The head of the Lu family looked at the scene and his mouth twitched slightly.

It's so...so simple!!!

The silky white jade hand was also holding the silver-white other side at one end of the Dark Blood Sculpture, and the dark soul aura was transmitted to the Dark Blood Sculpture invisibly and colorlessly.

The dark blood silk uses the function supported by the power of the dark soul.

Of course, without the power of dark souls, you can defend against enemies.

Many functions are restricted.

Therefore, even if others get the Dark Blood Sculpture, they cannot be used.

Besides, Dark Blood Ling has long had an independent consciousness...

"Does it look good?" Ran Bai glanced at the messy group of people and asked Di Zhihan very calmly, his voice casually, as if all this had nothing to do with her.

She was just the one who watched the show.

"A little ugly." Emperor Zhihan replied very seriously.

Ranbai nodded in agreement and spoke slowly: "It's indeed ugly, it affects the beauty."

Ranbai glanced at Emperor Zhihan and said with a slight slanted look: "So, killing people also requires technology."

"Baibai likes to kill people?" Emperor Zhihan raised his eyes slightly, as if the aura of a banished immortal was a little gentler when facing Ranbai.

"Murder is an art, but an existence of another meaning." Ranbai's eyebrows and eyes spoke lightly with a faint smile.

It seems that I don't know how amazing my theory is.
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