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pm | | Blood Parrot-Gulong _ txt Novel Paradise (6th Feb 23 at 2:10am UTC) | | It is too terrible to laugh at this kind of death. The whole body of the blood slave had fallen into Wang Feng's arms, like a frightened pigeon. She was equally afraid. She didn't seem to know anything about this hellish basement and horrible death trap. Wang Feng hugged her lightly and noticed that her body was trembling. He was trying to comfort her, but she had already broken free from his arms. Only then did he see her face clearly. That doesn't look like her face. The blood slave's eyes were wide open, the muscles in the corners of his eyes kept beating, and the muscles of his whole face were almost beating. The expression on her face was very strange, and she did not know whether it was panic, sadness, or what kind of expression. She struggled out of Wang Feng's arms and suddenly let out a scream. Her men rushed forward and rushed to the sea of fire. Wang Feng was stunned. "You're crazy," he hissed. "Come back!" Wang Feng hurriedly also rushed forward. The blood slave seems to have really gone mad. In that sea of fire, even an ignorant child knows the danger and will not go near, but she is like a moth to the fire, desperately rushing in. Dianfei, is she possessed again? What demon possessed her this time? Although the flame was still half a foot away, the heat was pressing. The "Liuhai" in front of the blood slave's forehead was already curled up,aluminum tile trim, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat. If she jumped forward again, the heat alone would be enough to scorch her. She continued to jump forward. Fortunately, now Wang Feng has thrown himself on her. The two men fell down together, and Wang Feng circled his arms and hugged the blood slave firmly. The blood slave struggled desperately and hissed, "Let me go, let me go!" The more she shouted to let go,tile profile factory, the tighter Wang Feng hugged him. Just as he was about to stand up from the ground, with a sound of "Peng", another ordinary pillar of fire rose from the sea of fire. The flame on the edge of the trap was immediately forced out by the ordinary pillar of fire. Wang Feng's eyes and ears were so sharp that his half-raised body hurriedly fell down again. Although he moved quickly, he was still a step behind the fire, and a tongue of fire had licked his clothes. His upper body burst into flames. With a strange cry, he hugged the blood slave and rolled out almost at the same time. Finally, he reacted quickly, and his daughter-in-law was pressed by him as soon as the fire started. When his body stopped rolling, he and the blood slave were two feet away from the fire. At that moment, with a crash, stainless steel edging strip ,stainless steel tile trim, a stone wall suddenly fell from the top of the notch, and the sea of fire was immediately cut off. The hot air immediately became cool, the golden color disappeared completely, and the whole stone room returned to green. The change was so sudden and rapid that even Wang Feng could not adapt to it. He froze and completely forgot that he was lying on the ground. The roaring sound of the fire was also cut off. An unspeakable silence filled the whole underground stone chamber. The silence of death. I don't know how long it took for life to appear in the stone room. Wang Feng heaved a long sigh and finally stood up from the ground. He was still holding the blood slave tightly. He stood up and the blood slave was picked up by him. The blood slave did not struggle any more. Her eyes were still wide open, staring at the stone wall that cut off the flames, and there was a kind of inexplicable sadness in the middle of her eyes. Wang Feng looked at the sad eyes of the blood slave, somehow, there was a feeling of sadness in his heart. Inexplicable sorrow. He stroked the blood slave's hair and asked softly, "Are you hurt?" As if in a dream, the blood slave shook his head sadly and said, "No, what about you?" Her eyes fell on Wang Feng's scorched half of his clothes. Wang Feng followed her eyes and reached out to sweep her clothes. "I just scorched them," he said. "Did you save me?" Asked the Blood Slave. "Why did you do that?" Asked Wang Feng. "I can't watch her die like that," said the blood slave. "Why?" Asked Wang Feng. "Even if she doesn't want to live any longer," said the blood slave, "she has to release her first.." Wang Feng was about to ask who would be released when the blood slave fell into his arms and wept bitterly. She used to be a very strong girl, but now she has become as weak as spring grass. How much bitterness, how much sorrow, how much pain, all in this cry. Wang Feng was confused by her crying. He has a way to deal with the enemy, but he has no way to deal with girls. Although he is a man of iron, he is not really made of iron. The only iron in his body was his dagger. His heart is really not cruel. Now he's even more confused. He wanted to say a few words of comfort, but he couldn't say a word. Even his eloquence has now become clumsy.
The blood slave cried even more sadly. A girl can cry for a long time in the arms of a man she can trust, unless she doesn't cry. Wang Feng stroked the hair of the blood slave, and he suddenly remembered a very comforting word. It's a pity that it's not the right time for him to say this. The blood slave's cry had stopped and he fainted in his arms. Wang Feng smiled bitterly. The stone room was silent again. Only this time, in the silence, there was an atmosphere of injury. At that moment, he suddenly heard footsteps. The sound of light footsteps came from outside the stone room. Is there a living person in this courtyard? What is it if it's not a living person? He gave a shiver. w w w/xiao shu otx t.com Chapter 15 the devil comes from the heart Small. Say 。 T/X/t days. Don The footsteps stopped just outside the door. Who? Wang Feng's right hand unconsciously grasped the hilt of the dagger. The footsteps only stopped and sounded again, and walked into the green. Wang Feng's eyes narrowed and opened again, and he saw clearly the owner of the footsteps. It's not a thing, it's a person! A little girl in red, whose eyes were as black as paint, turned eerily green in the stone house. Her pink face was also green,china tile trim, but she still looked 14 or 15 years old. Wang Feng knew that she was at least thirty-five or thirty-six years old this year, and now the face he saw was just a mask. He also knew that the little girl in red was second only to Gu Xiaomei in Qiantang in embroidery, but her ability to embroider blind people was the best in the world. This little girl in red is naturally Wei Qiniang. Wei Qiniang is not dead!. jecatrims.com | |
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