Remembering the scene that the Beast Gate was ravaged by a group of demons on that rainy night, the girl shuddered, her pale cheeks braved the cold sweat and hurriedly bowed down and begged, "Please forgive me! Please forgive me … Two more days and two more days will be completed. "
The messenger crouched down.
Bow your head in fright.
Angel reached out and touched the smooth and tender face. "What a hook!" If the master hadn’t given you a chance to redeem your work, the messenger would have made you want to die tonight. "
There is a feeling of surviving from the dead, knowing to kneel down and retreat "to thank the master for forgiving."
The emissary got up again, cleared Qing Sang and said, "I heard that fool is casting sword city now?"
Knowing that the girl’s heart trembled and she bowed her head and didn’t speak.
"The master wants you to take the man back to Guigulin Casting Sword City, which is considered a job. If you can’t finish this last chance … then it won’t be our companions who know how to cherish passion!"
The messenger of Ghost Valley Forest has quietly left.
But his voice echoed over the cliff for a long time
Knowing that the girl knelt there until there was a sea breeze and waves in the four miles quietly, she got up and sat down on the cliff.
The rushing sea and seawater splashed on the cliff bank, splashing more than ten meters high, splashing and beading her pale face and then slipping down her cheeks and falling into her palm.
She stared at the water drops in her palm and said to herself, "Are you a pearl of the Canghai like me?"
Chapter seventy-four Pearl Pickers
The bright moon hangs in the vast sky like an ice tray. Compared with the fifteenth moonlight, it looks dim. There are meteors flying across the arena in the Milky Way, and the night brings a beautiful woman.
In front of the iron gate of the Dragon and Tiger Prison, it is rare to see such a beautiful woman, even if she can’t touch, tease and flirt.
But tonight, this sudden visit to the beauty didn’t dare to expect anything from the dragon hall. The ups and downs of the sword belong to their nature. They have seen the new favorite beauty beside the public more than once.
In front of the iron gate, the head of the guard slave class complimented, "Have you seen girls come here late at night and don’t know anything?"
Perhaps because the night is as cool as water, she covered herself with a wide black robe. The girl glanced at the thick iron gate and her red lips slightly revealed, "What about the slave bus driver in the daytime?"
The squad leader replied, "Go back to the girl’s prison."
"Have you ever been negligent?"
"I’m told not to disturb that little boy. How dare I disobey him?"
Knowing nodded and took out a bottle of Dan medicine from his sleeve robe, "Knowing that the people in my prison are old friends, he ordered me to send some healing medicine, so please ask this eldest brother to hit the iron gate."
Bantou of the Royal Slave hesitated, then made an expression of eyes to the brothers beside him. The man retired knowing that Bantou had ordered people to strike the iron gate. "Don’t stay too long in a dirty prison."
Know didn’t pay attention to the slave-killer who slipped away, although she expected that the man would go to report the ups and downs of the sword.
Bend your knees slightly and thank you. "Thank you, big brother."
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Black, silver hair, Luo Changfeng, cross your legs and sit in an iron prison
Close your eyes without concentration.
The blood-red ShaQi of the butcher knife is no longer as dense as before, and the surface of the body seems to be bright, but it has become extremely well-behaved and hovers around him in wisps.
It seems that he has been able to completely control this magic knife, which ranks third in the magic list.
His face is no longer pale, although he looks dirty after many days of neglect, but he is calm but no longer like an innocent child. He should have a facial expression
He woke up from the past memories because he heard footsteps.
Very light but impetuous.
Like a woman’s footsteps and flat.
He earned his eyes, and the blood swirled around his body. Shaqi quietly dispersed, and he looked in the direction of the sound.
The dim oil lamp in the iron prison illuminates a familiar face, and then the beautiful image comes from the darkness and comes into Luo Changfeng’s eyes.
It’s really her
Luo Changfeng suddenly got up and walked to the railing and quietly watched her walk to the prison door.
Looking at the door, Luo Changfeng just stared at himself, knowing that the girl covered her mouth with a sloped smile and her eyes were charming.