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ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 129

The mysterious man walked all the way out of the main hall where Ye Weilan lived, the Holy See was silent at night, he avoided the patrolling paladins, and went straight up a mountain road, with street lamps on the trees along the way, he lowered his head and went around a clump of branches and entered a wide flat land.

Then, he sighed faintly, and smiled helplessly: "It's really risky." ”

In the center of the flat ground, a holy slender figure stood there, long hair fluttering in the cold night, clothes fluttering, and deep eyes were endless pitch black.

In the surrounding jungle, the sound of footsteps sounded intermittently, and countless paladins in silver-white armor appeared strangely, making the place impassable.

was caught in the urn, and the mysterious man did not have the slightest sense of panic, his temperament was very calm, compared with Ou Ruo Tianhan, a god with a strong sense of existence, it was another kind of low-key that was full of elegance, and the water was moisturizing things silently.

Of course, a clear stream may be comfortable, but if it's a rough sea, it's terrifying.

"Where's the Feather Spirit?" Ou Ruo poured cold and went straight into it, and his deep eyes were strong and cold.

The mysterious man let out a chuckle, "In a place you wouldn't have imagined." ”

Ou Ruo's eyes were cold, and a figure passed by him, ghostly, and slashed at the mysterious man's face.

The mysterious man squinted his eyes and slowly called out a name: "Qianya." ”

A humanoid object flew out of the bushes on the side, raised his hand to catch the knife that Qin Yu had chopped down, sparks flew everywhere, and Long Qianya and Qin Yu each took half a step back.

And all the people around who saw Long Qianya's strange appearance, Rao is that they are well-informed, and they all have a feeling of being greatly frightened.

The arms and legs that were broken by Long Qianli and Yi Sa last time have been reconnected, and this time the metal color is even cooler and yellow than the last time, and even a layer of steel mask has been added to the face, which looks like a letterpress steel robot.

Ou Ruo's deep eyes flashed with a hint of murderous aura: "Disgusting thing." ”

"I'd advise you not to do it," the mysterious man said, "Qianya has an aurora bomb in her body, I can't leave you and don't want to live, it's not cost-effective to lose both, it's better for us to talk about it calmly." ”

Ou Ruo's cold tone was cold: "Conditions for releasing people." ”

The mysterious man shook his head: "I am the only person in the world who can save her daughter, I just let her go, and she will not come back." ”

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

The fate that has been entangled for more than 20 years is still stuck in place.

After a while, Ou Ruo said coldly: "Your purpose? ”

The mysterious man raised his hand and pointed to the brilliant European Ting Hall: "Destroy it." ”

Ou Ruo was silent, and there was no surprise on his face.

There was a hint of mockery in the mysterious man's tone: "The glory built by trampling on other people's blood will eventually roll into the dust, and it is time to repay the blood debts and grievances owed for thousands of years." ”

And it is still up to his descendants to do it, if the ancestors of the Ou Ruo family have knowledge under the spring, they will definitely die of anger.

Ou Ruo's eyes were unfathomable: "Then? ”

The mysterious man stared at him for a while: "No wonder Qin Yuling fell in love with you back then, there are few people in the Ou Ruo family who are infatuated, and this generation is very special." ”

Ou Ruo Tianhan naturally didn't take this kind of praise to heart.