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697. Keep People Under the Sword

But I never expected that this beast and this old man looked at each other for nearly ten seconds, and there was nothing strange about both of them. In other words, the soul-grabbing magic in the eyes of the white-haired Huangxian had no effect on him at all.

Damn it, why don't I take this opportunity to plot against him behind his back? I smiled evilly, raised my hand to Nalan Rongbai's back and raised the gun.

But before I could shoot, I suddenly saw the old man turning his head and looking at me. His eyes were very sharp, and an inexplicable magical power came out of his cloudy pupils. This power seemed to control my nerves.

My hands didn't obey me at all and I dropped the gun on the ground.

But no matter how powerful he is, he can't stop Mr. Shuang's damaging words. I still keep chattering: "No such thing! Damn, are you cheating?"

"Hmph! Wushuang! What kind of hero is a person who is behind the scenes? I said, you both have to die! Just leave your nonsense and talk to Black and White Wuchang on the road to hell!" He said to me viciously.

This time I really have no clue. I just pray to the White-haired Huangxian that you have to work harder! However, even if the White-haired Huangxian wins in the end, I'm afraid we will still end up in the same end.

Apparently the white-haired yellow fairy didn't hear my prayer. The pupils in its little mung bean eyes shrank little by little, just like the pupils of a cat. Then it returned to normal and retreated little by little toward its cave.

My God, Amitabha, Jesus Christ, the goddess Athena and Saint Seiya! Please save our pair of miserable couple! I almost want to cry without tears. Who is this old man? The white-haired yellow fairy actually treats him.

Don't be afraid! If I say "Hero, spare your life" now and he can let us go, then I will definitely put down my dignity. But the key is that his attitude does not seem to mean to disturb us at all.

He turned his head and looked at me, his eyes full of ridicule, as if he could read my mind.

"Can I smoke a cigarette before I die..."

... He walked toward me step by step, and the horn of death sounded again. I even began to imagine that after death, no one would know where Meihui and I are, and even the rats during the holidays could not burn some incense, candles, or ingots for us! How pitiful!

!By the way, in the underground palace, he also promised to burn tens of billions of hell coins for Dolbo!

"Can you bury us together? If possible, please help us organize a ghost wedding for the two fateful couple!"

He ignored my pleading, walked up to me, grabbed my hair and lifted me up.

I'm cursing in my heart, Nalanhong, who created the temperature, wait until your two masters turn into ghosts and seek your life!

Suddenly, east of the mass grave, in the direction of Nala Palace, a loud shout pierced the sky. "Senior, please show mercy!"

Nalan Rongbai was obviously stunned, but he had no intention of letting go. The cold hand actually grabbed my neck, and he could break it with just a little force, while the long nails on the other finger had already

The shoulder carrying Meihui was aimed at her throat. Meihui opened her eyes with a dull expression as she watched its dirty hands touch her delicate and smooth neck.

"Senior Rong Bai, please wait a moment and do it! Please listen to what I'm saying and don't rush to do it again!" The man had already hurried over from Prince Nalan's Mansion.

I turned around and saw that the person coming was a middle-aged man in his forties. This man was muscular, tall, and bearded. He was carrying a huge hatchet behind his back and had a broken arm.
Chapter completed!
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