Chapter 447 Xiaoyan, Wait for Me

Nangong Beichenying's eyes flashed brightly, "Gongziya, what are you talking about? Brother also loves the little beauty, and would go through fire and water for the little beauty, and he will go through fire and water for the little beauty. Is it because Gongziya is worried that I will be a competitor?"

Jimo Ya raised his eyes to look at him... his face was unwavering and his eyes were surprisingly light.

Nangong Beichen's sparkling and energetic aura gradually weakened under his gaze.

Finally, Nangong Beichen said angrily, "Young Master Ya, you see that I am useless. Everyone has a love for beauty. Even if you kill me, I still love the little beauty. I am willing to find nourishment for the little beauty." Something divine. When the little beauty wakes up, you and I will compete fairly! Do you dare to challenge me?"

Jimo Ya was shining and dazzling, as noble as a pine flower, and his expression was so cold that the surrounding air was filled with a hint of indifference and chill.

He didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, he gently blew the hair covering the nose on Huan Qingyan's face, with an ambiguous and gentle attitude, and then walked away holding Huan Qingyan.

"Hey! Young Master Ya, you haven't agreed to my challenge yet? Hey!! If you don't agree, this Young Master will treat you as agreeing!"

After Jimo Ya left all the way with Huan Qingyan in his arms.

Bai Chenfeng came out from the dark, his wounds were all bandaged up, he looked like a mummy.

His gaze followed Jimo Ya and Huan for a long time...

Nangong Beichen bumped him with his elbow, "How is it? Do you admire brother? Brother just fought against Gong Ziya, are you majestic? Convinced brother? If the little beauty doesn't follow Gong Ziya, then I will It's my brother, you know? You have to go last..."

Bai Chenfeng completely ignored him, and said to himself, "Something to nourish the soul? Good! Xiaoyan, wait for me."

Then, it flashed into the darkness again and disappeared without a trace.

Nangong Beichen looked in the direction of Jimo Ya, and then in the direction of Bai Chenfeng...

"Hey, you don't take me as your brother, what do you mean? Be careful that the little beauty will belong to my brother sooner or later!"

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Fan Mengyue has never been touched by Yu Yi's three legs.

Her cultivation was really bad. She was a one-star spiritual master, and her spirit treasure was almost useless. She was kicked out of Jin Dazhong's palace, and she was already dead.

Her corpse lay horizontally, fell from high altitude, all her bones were broken, bleeding from all seven orifices, it was horrible, her eyes were still dead, and her usual beautiful face, when she died, how terrifying and terrifying...

Students from the past came to watch the excitement.

what is going on?

Stopped by Yuwei, "The monster has gone crazy and jumped off the building. Waiting for others to go away, be careful to infect the monster..."

The students who were watching didn't dare to stay for a moment, and hurriedly dispersed.

Not only that, but also pointing fingers, for fear of being tainted with evil spirits.

"It's what you deserve, why don't you go, you have to go the way of a demon..."

"I think I've seen this girl before. Isn't she the fat guy Jin Dazhong's apprentice recently? Jin Dazhong is so virtuous and lustful..."

"Let's go, bad luck, too ugly to eat!"

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Huan Mengyue didn't even have acquaintances in Canglang Academy, and it was so desolate that there was no one to collect the body when she died like this.

As soon as Yu finished the task, he took the guards and left. In the end, the people from Dongming Palace came to wrap Huan Mengyue's body in a broken mat and took it away.

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Holy Academy, Holy Academy.

In a cave in the back mountain, there are flowers, birds, fish and insects, blooming like a brocade, and the beautiful scenery on a good day is too beautiful to behold.

A young girl is dancing among the flowers, her movements are as graceful as a fairy, and her dancing posture is not an ordinary dancing posture. Every movement is full of indescribable elegance, more of a murderous intent, just like a poisonous flower in full bloom .