"You want to kill me." After taking a step, Jiyan said lightly. The man in front of him was destined to be a man that must appear in his life. Jiyan did not have any pressure, but felt a little excited.

"Yes, you deserve to die." The King of Hell said coldly.

"Is it the same reason as No. 2? Or is it for her." Jiyan didn't need to ask, but he still asked, he wanted to make sure something.

"It's his business that he lost No. 2, it has nothing to do with me, and I'm also ignorant of [Orchid Villa] this time." Since the smoke already knows No. 2, there is no need to hide it from [Orchid Villa].

"Are you a killer organization?" Ji Yan suddenly asked, the mystery seemed to be right in front of him, and the fog was about to be blown away.

No. 1 obviously had a clear stunned look, but immediately recalled: "For you, maybe it is, because I need to kill someone today."

The King of Hell answered and pulled the smoke back into the mist. What kind of organization is this [Orchid Villa]? Why did the King of Hell say that? Obviously, he did not take the little fish seriously in his words. You should know that being able to rank No. 2 in an organization is quite high, and the King of Hell is obviously closer to the core. If you hadn't seen him standing behind the gentleman like a slave that day, the smoke could almost determine that he was the head of the [Orchid Villa], and now it is obvious that he is not at all.

Such a man will not hide any doubts, what exactly does this mysterious organization mean by [Orchid Villa]?

The frowns of the smoke are frowning, which has nothing to do with the King of Hell, but with the King of Hell.

"You die first, then she dies." The King of Hell raised his weapon, which was a black weapon, a unique weapon, a black iron chisel, and a sharp edge.

Jamyan looked back at the girl and smiled, "I won't let you hurt her."

"If she doesn't die, a woman is destined to be hurt, so she must die." The King of Hell suddenly became confused about this problem for some reason.

Jiyan glanced at the kiss of Xian'er behind the King of Hell, and imposed all the questions on this woman's head. Perhaps it was her jealousy and revenge.

The dark clouds began to condense again, and a thunder suddenly came from the sky outside the Temple of Death, and the rain began to fall.

In the rain, two figures were interlaced, one blue and one black, and one white and one black.

Gun smoke vs. No. 1 ‘killer’ King of Hell.

The King of Hell's movements were not fast, but his trickyness and accuracy made the smoke slowly feel the pressure. This pressure had not existed for too long. Since he practiced the Ning Lei Yushui Sword Technique to the advanced state, few people can force themselves to use the left-hand magic and right-hand sword.

Today, the King of Hell did it, and the cold and black iron chisel kept passing through the sword flowers of the Lingshui Jade Thunder like a devil, shaking and piercing.

The smoke of gunpowder dodged and fought back. The white spiritual water jade thunder seemed to have really found an opponent. Every time it pierced, it seemed to be with a dragon roar, and the iron chisel like a devil also buzzed.

With a flash, the King of Hell finally began to rotate his iron rod, and at the same time the smoke of gunpowder began to wave the spiritual water jade thunder. The prelude to the two of them began to change their moves, and at the same time they changed their moves! Because they knew that ordinary attacks activated by the mind technique would never be able to knock down the other party.

A thunder shone on the entire earth, and a white shadow seemed a little empty in the lightning. She deliberately dodged again, but no one would notice her appearance at this time, but instead focused all her attention on the exciting battle on the field.

Bai's figure suddenly said naturally to himself: "No. 1 hasn't been so serious for a long time."

A black rose suddenly shot out from the black iron rod, looking so weird and surprised. No one had ever thought that a man like the King of Hell would shoot a flower-like attack, but the flower was still black after all, with the breath of death.

The girl standing behind the smoke suddenly flashed in her eyes. Why is that flower so similar to her? She has a different color from her and even her attacks are exactly the same.

It burst, and just as the smoke was about to touch the black flower, the strange flower actually spread out everywhere, and then each petal suddenly attacked like a needle.

Black is the best cover for black flowers, rose black hare!

Everyone held their breath and watched the performance of gunpowder, black fog shot out from his hands, and then quickly condensed. Black was also the best cover for black fog.

The black fog in the Temple of Death is the best skill of gunpowder. The wind and cloud path came three times, and two began to gather towards the King of Hell in different directions. The last one flew quickly towards gunpowder, and then suddenly gathered together to form an unbreakable fog strength. The black petals that were rushing towards them disappeared like stones sinking into the sea. The gunpowder actually "trapped" himself in the wind and cloud path!

Surprised, the smoke broke through again, Fengyundao advanced to the second level, and could release three black fog traps at the same time, and at the same time, one of them could be used to become your own protective cover. This is the strategy of the smoke.

Dodge, he was the only one who could race against the black fog, and in the Temple of Death, racing against the black fog of death. The King of Hell's iron chisel kept waving, and there was no bloodthirsty black fog. The Fengyundao in the smoke of gunpowder did not trap anyone for the first time, and it was the second stage, and the double black fog was not successful!

The smoke from the black fog slowly walked out of his figure, but the smoke did not dissipate, but hovered at the feet of the smoke like a group of naughty children.

"You are very strong." The smoke picked a black petal from his arms. Even though Fengyundao was so strong, one petal finally fell into his shoulders.

It was the petal released by the King of Hell during his escape. After the petals exploded in the air, they formed new rules, hitting each other forward and increased their strength. Even though the smoke had tried countless methods, they were still hit.

"You are the first person to survive under my rose black haras." The King of Hell said bluntly. Indeed, neither Zero nor I had the confidence to escape from the black rose petals of the storm of the boxing storm just now.

"If we were not enemies, we should be good friends." Perhaps with a feeling of mutual appreciation, Jamyan suddenly spoke with the word "friend".

"A person who does not cherish his women will not become friends with me, but will be the person I hate the most." The King of Hell's words were very cold and unwavering.

The smoke of gunpowder suddenly fought. Why did he say that? Does he know the story between me and Qing'er, and he knows the relationship between me and the girl? Are he really wrong?

A hundred kilometers away, a gentle girl lay in her mother's arms, asking her the answer she wanted most with the unique taste of her daughter.

"Daughter, you did it right. Sometimes women should retreat to advance. Every man has a girl of his own in his heart. That girl is not his wife, but some of them must still love his wife the most, but it cannot be denied that there is another person in his heart. Perhaps only after he has experienced some things with that person thoroughly, he will understand and come back and never walk away from now on, whether it is a person or a heart." The more intellectual middle-aged woman caressed her beloved daughter's hair lovely and taught her half-life experience to her daughter one by one.

"Dad, too?" the daughter asked with a sudden whim.

"Of course, so you have to give Poyun Space, you did it right." Qing'er's mother looked at her daughter and said earnestly: "If a woman wants to keep a man's heart forever, she will definitely make sacrifices and concessions, just like a man working hard for his woman."

"Mom, Qing'er understands." The girl finally cleaned up the last trace of fear in her heart.

"Poyun, I hope you can become one of those smart people." Qing'er's mother prayed silently.

The smoke turned around and looked at the girl, and the girl was also looking at him.

"You love her, I know that she is your woman, and will always be your woman, and I will not be your woman, but in the game, in miracles, I love you, in miracles, I am your woman." The girl was never excited, but her smile remained.

"I am your man in miracles." The words of Gunyan are unwavering, but they have shown everything. Miracle, an experience destined to play a strong mark in Puyun's life, will be slowly eroded in the long river of time. Memories may be, but not all.

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