"Puchi--"

Ji Changnian was covered in blood holes. He lowered his arms on the formation platform and sprayed a mouthful of blood mist before he fell to the ground.

Yan Nanji stepped on Ji Changnian's face.

, gently shake the folding fan.

He was graceful and elegant with the turbid jade prince, without any blood.

Only the big gold chain around his neck seemed vulgar and out of place with his temperament.

Ji Changnian only felt that the man in front of him was a devil, so afraid that his whole body would tremble, and the blood dyed the huge array red.

"Remember your Grandpa Yan's appearance. If you see him, you will take a detour when you see him. Otherwise, you will beat you up once."

Yan Nanji's soles of his feet increased their strength, and directly stepped on the back of Ji Changnian's head and fell into the ground.

In the gap between Yan Nanji's legs, Ji Changnian climbed forward with all his strength, trying to get out of Yan Nanji's shackles.

He wanted to climb out of the battlefield and was willing to lose this battle, but he did not want to be tortured by Yan Nanji again.

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Everyone saw the floating array platform sank a little!

The soles of his feet were filled with blood gushing out of Ji Changnian's mouth.

It turned into ten sharp weapons, pierced in Ji Changnian's palm, and was closely connected to the formation platform.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Kick!

The blood fan flew away, and the sharp weapon came out again.

The blue veins on the forehead and temples swelled up, and the whole face turned red from pig liver due to pain.

Behind, there were slight footsteps.

Ji Changnian raised his head and bleeded blood, which was heartbreaking and screamed.

The eyes that were covered with red silk seemed to burst out instantly.

"Stop teasing."

Leng Qingshuang said: "It's no point to tease a waste."

Yan Nanji walked slowly, looked down at him, and a bloodthirsty light flashed.

Immediately, as the spring breeze was getting thick, I looked at Leng Qingshuang, who was sitting on the throne of Qinglian with a smile: "Wife, how do you deal with him?"

The blood in Ji Changnian's mouth was like a spring, flowing out, and he could only make a "whimper" sound, and no one could hear clearly what he was saying.

Yan Nanji waved her long arm, and the martial arts power whistled out.

“That’s true.”

Yan Nanji nodded and kicked Ji Changnian: "Have you heard that, your grandmother said let you go, you must remember your unworthy descendants and be grateful."

Blood sprinkled in the sky, forming a line of words.

The warriors were stunned and shocked.

Pull out all the sharp weapons that were pierced in Ji Changnian's palms.

This time, the sharp weapon brought blood like a spring.

"Junior Sister Leng, are you willing to be Yan's wife?" Leng Qingshuang was stunned for a while, laughed out loud, but tears flashed in her eyes.

Leng Qingshuang's eyes flashed and her red lips opened slightly.

I saw the blood words in the air of the formation platform, imprinted in everyone's vision:

He tricked him as if he took out a golden flower from his cuff and handed it to Leng Qingshuang from the stage: "Wife, can you become a wealthy Jinshan owner with me?"

Become the richest nouveau riche in the world.

Previously, their wedding was suspended due to events.

Now Yan Nanji has officially proposed to her grandly while she has not yet got married.

If it fails, he will take his life to commemorate the two of their dead love.

Ji Changnian was in pain and miserable, but he didn't even have the strength to struggle to death.

Ji Changnian's body spasmed in his blood.

In a drowsy manner, he seriously suspected that the reason why Yan Nanji chose to propose at this time was because if the proposal was successful, he would spare his life.

She wants to stand up.

Chu Yue held her in time.

Not far away.

Leng Qingshuang pulled her lips and sucked her red nose lightly.

Yan Nanji was overjoyed and her heart was full of joy.

He happily kicked Ji Changnian out of the formation and rushed back to the Qinglian throne.

"I can, I want, I can."

Leng Qingshuang said three times in a row to affirm, and the tone was her long-hidden love.

A shaking folding fan with gradually dyed blood gold blocked the faces of the two people and isolated everyone's vision.

The first person to be isolated was Chu Yue at close range.

The closed blood fan lifted Leng Qingshuang's jaw, and he lowered his head and kissed Leng Qingshuang's blood-stained lips gently.

There was a "brush" sound.

Are you polite?

However, Chu Yue was also quite tactful. Yan Nanji had a rare kiss, so she quietly opened the distance, thinking that she should return with her pillow.

Chu Yue looked at the suddenly opened folding fan with a dark face, and the corners of her mouth twitched suddenly.

Senior brother.

He said in a voice that only each other could hear, "Leng Qingshuang, I can't scare me anymore. I can't stand the scaring. If I scare me to death, you are just murdering your husband and going to jail."

He was obviously angry and heartbroken, but he felt stubborn and aggrieved when he said it.

The folding fan separates the field of view.

Yan Nanji licked the blood between the woman's lips and teeth, and gently bit Leng Qingshuang's soft lower lip, staring at Leng Qingshuang with a faint look on her face.

Yan Nanji's face changed drastically, as if she was hit by five thunder.

Leng Qingshuang pursed her lips tightly, looked at him with a smile, and then nodded: "Marry a chicken and follow the chicken and follow the dog, listen to you."

Like a wounded little wife.

In the eyes of his wife, Yan is a chicken or a dog? In an instant, Yan Nanji's sky collapsed.
Chapter completed!