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The return of Jiuquan70

by Reshmi Niliy 2 months ago in Horror
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The return of Jiuquan70

st, Tang Dali was standing in the middle, covered in blood. The long sword in his hand was covered with scars, and the cyan martial aura emanating from his body became even more dim.

On his left and right sides, stood Aaron, and the black-veiled woman who had been following Aaron.

The woman in black was covered with a layer of dark cyan fluorescent light, and in her hand, she was holding a dagger shaped like a moon hook, stained with mottled blood, which was shocking.

As for Aaron, although the injury was heavier than the two of them, there was peace in his eyes.

The gleaming single horn on his forehead has been broken, and the pair of pure white wings on his back are also crumbling, as if it will break at any time.

Aaron's breathing became a little heavy, and the corners of his mouth were dripping with bright scarlet, but his waist was very straight, and his steps were extremely stable.

"I really didn't expect that in order to kill me, a full four emperor-level powerhouses were dispatched. I really don't know if it was my honor or because of your cowardice? Maybe in your opinion, I'm just a powerless and powerless person. That’s all, the prince, kill him, but I’m very curious, if today’s news comes back to Luoyang and spreads out to the world, how will Weining Houfu react? How will Ye Shuai react?”

"You know who she is!"

As Aaron's voice swayed wildly in this forest, Shui'er coughed blood, opened her eyes weakly, and Tang Dali stood in front of her, while Ye Xiao'e forcibly calmly wiped for her The bright red overflowing from the chest.

"Miss, ma'am..."

Seeing that Shui'er woke up, Ye Xiaoe finally couldn't help crying, but she was in a hurry and didn't know what to do.

The sudden appearance of the Ye family's people here is indeed somewhat unexpected. In fact, if it wasn't for the existence of Tang Dali, perhaps Aaron would have already died.

However, things have come to this point, and there is no way out.

At this moment, facing Aaron's repeated questioning, a sigh finally came quietly from behind the other four emperor-level powerhouses.

"Dead, there is no way to speak."

Chapter 31 Murderous

His Royal Highness Prince Ning is the ninth son of the current emperor Zhao Xi, also known as the Ninth Prince.

Outside the imperial capital of Luoyang, the prince was assassinated. If the matter were to spread out, the world would be shaken and the prince would be furious.

But judging from the current situation, the other party has obviously made a desperate preparation.

He even used two martial emperors and two spirit emperors at all costs, in order to completely bury them in the fertile soil of Wangguilin.

When Aaron saw the fifth person appear, he knew that there was no room for manoeuvre in today's matter.

So he secretly took a half step to the side and whispered: "Brother Hang, you take Miss Ye away first, and Qiyue and I will break up for you!"

The black-clothed woman named Qiyue did not object when she heard the words, but silently raised the dagger in her hand by half an inch.

However, Tang Dali stood there motionless, with determination and loyalty written in his eyes, and said solemnly: "I am a member of the army of thorns, there are no cowards!"

Aaron took a deep breath and said eagerly, "I am deeply sorry for involving the three of you in this matter today. If you insist on not leaving, you can only bury the two girls with this king!"

"This king knows that you are not afraid of death, but what about Miss Ye? How did Ye Shuai explain when he handed her over to you? If this king really dies here today, the royal father will avenge me, but This king needs you to go back and tell Ye Shuai all the truth of today, and tell it to the Weining Houfu, so that the royal father will not be deceived!"

Aaron's words were very urgent, because there was not much time left for them, and he had already planned for the worst.

Hearing this, Tang Dali finally showed a hint of hesitation on his face, and the palm holding the long knife trembled slightly for the

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