It was like a slightly invisible thin line involved her intuition, making her subconscious eyes look at a direction in the distance.

Above the ridge in the distance, a man stood up with a glory, and he became full of heart.

In a black clothes, the hunting was raised in the wind, and the silver half mask flashed a touch of cold light under the Yangguan, and went straight into the eyes of Feng Qingcheng.

He seemed to have noticed the voyeur of Feng Qingcheng, and his eyes turned into his feet.

Feng Qingcheng's mind was stunned. That direction was the location of the wind.

What makes her more exciting is the man's mask.

This is a ghost mask.

The reason why Feng Qingcheng is moving is because this mask is exactly the same as the mask of the ten halls.

This person will inevitably have an inseparable relationship with Mu Shenxiao.

As long as it is related to Mu Shenxiao, she must avoid it all.

The man didn't know exactly it was a few hearts, and every time he could accurately calculate her mind and win her stable voucher.

Looking at the high wall behind him, Feng Qingcheng's eyes were slightly closed. This place seemed to be the backyard of someone else's family. I wanted to go through the time to avoid the blast.

Anyway, it's better than my current look.

A woman, sitting weirdly in this remote corner, can't do it without attractive eyes.

What's more, that man is still so high.

He just needs to glance at a completely income.

Climbing the wall with his hands, Feng Qingcheng leapt very easily, falling in that courtyard.

This is a back garden. The green trees are shaded, the flowers are blooming, and the green grass spreads all over the eyes.

The place where you enter the eyes are all at a glance. If you stand here by yourself, you will be aimed by others at a glance.

Looking up at the big tree in front of you, the branches and leaves are lush, but it is a good place to hide.

Nympho

On the roof of the wind, the man in black stood coldly. Looking at the people in the courtyard, there was no expression.

The killing in the courtyard is exactly the trend of one side.

Although the guards in the armor are still struggling to resist the fighting people in front of this, the defeat is already obvious.

As long as people who know martial arts can be seen at a glance, this group of people in black are like cat -plays mice. They are the guards of the prince, and they are not in a hurry to kill.

The eyes of the black man on the roof slowly became deep, and it seemed a bit impatient.

"Mucheng Cang, how do you let others say hello? If you go out, why don't you bring a guard with a higher martial arts? Take these garbage slag?"

Mucheng Cang's face has become pale and weak, but the dignity of being a prince is supporting him without falling.

"This is the imperial city, the feet of the emperor, you are so courageous, you dare to stab the prince here ..."

"Just kill someone, what dare to dare?" The man's cold eyes fell on the ridge of the faintly visible palace in the distance: "A small prince, still can't enter our five -way ghost emperor
Chapter completed!