Agarez stepped forward and stopped abruptly. He looked at the man with black hair, black eyes, height and no difference between him. His face and neck were covered with ancient and complicated patterns: "You are her knife, the blood-sucking hunting with bloody killing!"

The patterns on his face and neck were exactly the same as the patterns on the blade of the knife, and he came out of Jiang Jiang's body again.

Beside her, there was the sword. He thought that Yan Liu would transform into a human first, but he didn't expect that the sword would transform into a human first.

The man opened his mouth and asked, "Since you know, why ask again? Just stay away from your master!"

How could Agarez leave his wife: "She goes into death dormant state, how long will she wake up?"

The hair lines on the man's face became faintly visible, and Leng Bangbang's voice was like a metallic sound, with a solemn look: "I don't know, maybe it's three or five days, maybe it's thirty or fifty years, maybe it's 3,000 years!"

Agarez's heart suddenly shook, 3,000 years, if it were 3,000 years, he would not even be ashes, not to mention the corpse, even the ashes were gone. How could he wait for his little wife?

"Stay away from her." The man stepped forward, his feet silently approached Agarez: "Don't interfere with her, otherwise she will never wake up."

When Agarez heard that she could never wake up, he retreated in horror. After the man retreated, he turned around. The patterns on his face were no longer faintly visible, but were as if they were welded on his face, full of hardness and wildness.

A thin willow branch followed his fingertips, climbed up his arm, came to his neck, and wrapped around his neck. The red smoke willow branches and ancient and cumbersome patterns formed the ultimate visual impact on the man.

The ginger Dandan inlaid in the wall twisted the egg body and used her breastfeeding force before coming out of the wall. This time, she did not rush into the willows, but drilled into the man.

The man turned around, reached out and poked it, and poked it on the shell of ginger eggs.

Jiang Dandan couldn't go further!

What's going on?

What's going on?

Why is this knife so powerful?

Didn’t we get along very happily when we were speechless?

Why is he ruthlessly wearing pants now when he has a long mouth?

The man poked his hand on the ginger ball and pushed forward a little, his voice cold and violent, with aura: "You greasy egg, get away, otherwise I will smash you!"

Jiang Dandan: "??????"

Greasy eggs?

Greasy eggs?

To clarify who is the greasy egg?

Where is it oily?

Where are you tired of?

It is the cutest, mighty and domineering dragon egg dragon egg dragon egg in the entire Abel galaxy.

Why did it turn into greasy eggs?

This stinky knife is slandering.

Don't think that it can be insulted like this without a mouth.

It's so annoying to death.

Jiang Dandan wanted to fight back, but the man predicted its counterattack and raised his hand and slapped it.

With a clang, Jiang Dandan was slapped on the ground, smashing the floor and falling to the next floor.

Jiang Dandan: "!!!"

Agarez: "!!!"

After the man finished slapping Jiang Dandan, he shook his hands, folded his hands, stood in front of the bed, standing like his true nature, and exuded a rich bloody, stern and sharpness all over his body.

Agarez looked over the man and looked at the bed. The bed was covered with smoke and willows, and his little wife was covered with smoke and willows, like a silkworm pupa, unable to see a trace.

He looked at her. He didn't know him. He could do nothing. He couldn't even compare to anything around her. Lingyan was right. He could marry her and be with her because he had no fertility value. She had no acquaintances in this strange world, so she was so angry that she was a salted fish.

The 5,000-year gap and 5,000-year period, the smoke and clouds that fell into his arms were entrusted by him, making him unable to be captured with his own hands.

"The breath of hunting!" The spiritual eyes grabbed A Ying who had inputted his mental power, and his face looked as if it was a banished immortal.

Ah Ying was startled by him: "Who is the hunting?"

"A knife, a knife made of which swallowed countless masters, drank countless blood, and used countless souls to pay tribute to the sacrifices." Lingyan let go of the hand that grabbed A Ying's wrist, rubbed his wrist, fearing that he had just used his strength to hurt his wrist.

A Ying frowned: "The knife you mentioned is the one we saw at Baiguoxing?"

Lingyan nodded: "Yes, it's that one. Its current aura is different. Its current temper is different. Could it be that something happened to the master?"

A Ying hurriedly stood up: "What are you waiting for? Let's take a look."

Lingyan reached out and stopped him: "I'll go see, go to the plant compartment and tell other trees and companions not to leave the plant compartment."

A Ying trusted him unconditionally and would do whatever he said: "Okay, I'll go now!"

After they said that, they walked apart.

One ran towards the direction where the master's room was, and the other ran to the plant cabin.

Lingyan ran wildly and came to the room where Jiang Si was. Before he could enter, he felt a huge murderous intent and a manic anger as soon as he arrived at the door.

He is a tree, his mental power is plant-based, and he is extremely sensitive to these auras. Moreover, he is decaying and his life is not long. The aura of hunting is a compulsory suppression of him.

He endured his physical discomfort, pushed open the door and walked in.

When Agarez heard the voice, he turned his head and saw the pale face of spiritual eyes. He stepped over and inputted his mental power to him. He was the tree his wife cared about, and he couldn't let him have anything to do.

The body of the spirit eyes shook at him and shook his head: "Master Agarez, your mental power doesn't do much to me, don't waste your energy."

Agarez frowned and retreated back to his original position. Jiang Dandan came up from the bottom layer, and he wanted to join Yan Liu, Tang Dao, and save his aunt.

The spirit eyes shaking, walking a thousand pounds of steps, looking at the man standing by the bed and exuding great power to kill like a sharp weapon, his eyes flashed with wetness: "Hunting, are you an adult?"

Hunting looked at the man with long silver hair and green robe in front of him, and his nose moved slightly: "Ginkgo tree, you are the ginkgo tree that I snatched my master's blood and drank!"

Lingyan pulled the corners of her mouth and showed a slight smile: "Yes, it's me!"

The hunting eyes were like a torch, and the words were cold, "You are going to die!"

Lingyan smiled froze: "Yes, I'm going to die!"

There is no nonsense in hunting: "You don't want to die!"

The spirit eye walked up to him: "I don't want to die, but I can't escape time."

Hunter looked at him: "The master's blood is useful to you."

The spiritual eyes shook their heads, and their wet eyes were filled with sadness and fearlessness of death: "I have lived for 10,000 years, and the master's blood is only useful to me for a short time. It cannot cure the decay within me, and it cannot delay my life."

"Let her drink blood to me, which can only delay the speed of my life and death, but it has caused her great harm. I don't want to see it, and I don't want to think about it anymore."
Chapter completed!