This time Qing Ling did not refuse, and the burden of sending medicines could not be negligible. With Feng Xuanhuang around, he could also guarantee a little more.
"Go."
Turned his head and glanced at Feng Xuanhuang. His jaw tapped, and Qingling flashed away.
The evil red red phoenix followed, and no one saw that when he got up and followed, the curved amplitude of his mouth.
——Liao Qingling, you still have infinitely relying on me at a critical moment.
Nympho
The fog forest is dangerous, and the mountains are surrounded by a low giant pit. There is a basin in the pit. The center is located in the center of a simple square black altar.
The carved pillars, the carved patterns on the pillars are worshiped by hundreds of ghosts, all kinds of ghosts are carved in concentrated carving, whether it is a low -level ghost or a high -end ghost.
In the mountains, the two figures continued to fly on the mountains, each breathing, and each body flashed was thousands of meters away. Even if this is the speed, the progress is too progress in the vast mountains.
slow.
"The center of the fog forest is coming. I feel a stream of flames come, and the grievances are weakened."
Feng Xuanhuang, who was extremely sensitive to the flame, said that the sound was dispersed in the wind of the body, and the sporadic sound passed into the Qingling's ears, and his expression became dignified.
"It should be the elder, only the elder fire can exhibit such a powerful flame power at the ghostly fog forest center. It seems that there is already a big deal." Qingling conjecture is no different from facts.
"Get it over as soon as possible, I wish you a good power." Feng Xuanhuang raised his eyebrows, and perceived the distant fluctuations in front of you.
After all, Qingling's wrist was caught, and her body was pulled by a pulling force. The next moment, she fell in a warm chest.
Xuanhuang's unique body taste.
"Xiao Qingling, you are too slow, I take you away."
I'm afraid that Qing Ling struggle, Feng Xuanhuang's lips said softly in her ears, and sprayed in Qingling's ears with a warm nose.
It is clear that when it was not shy at this time, Feng Xuanhuang was not playing with himself, but the focus of the overall situation.
I was afraid of my misunderstanding and couldn't hear his voice, so I was so close.
With the heart that he couldn't stop jumping, Qing Ling was stiffly held in his arms by Feng Xuanhuang, and his back was clinging to his chest tightly.
Qingling embraced white eggs, her arms were tight, and Feng Xuanhuang moved much faster than herself. She was afraid that she was relieved, and the white egg was dropped.
The sound of brushing in the ears, the two people moved quickly to break the breeze, making people almost see the shadow in the air.
Is this the speed of Feng Xuanhuang?
Qing Ling was shocked. Even if this speed couldn't keep up with the elders, it was not the difference. It seems that he still underestimated Feng Xuanhuang. How deep his strength was hidden? She couldn't guess.
The time passed in seconds and seconds, Qing Ling watched watching the mountains below gradually pushed away at the speed of Feng Xuanhuang. When you come here, the sky is getting darker, and the air in the air is getting heavier and heavier.
It made Qingling pant, and every time he breathed, he felt sore throat.
"Chick, forbearance." Zibao cared about in the Qing Ling's knowledge, and a purple mist came to the Qingling's nose with a cool breath, helping her to filter out the heavy yin when breathing, and finally let Qing Ling Ling Ling
I think it's better.
Feng Xuanhuang looked in his eyes, and did not see the abnormal purple mist, but it was only Qingling's own power.
Zibao has been following Qingling for a long time, and has already been stained with her breath. Under the intention of intentional control, Feng Xuanhuang's eyes were concealed.
"It's about to be here." Feng Xuanhuang's voice sounded from the top of his head, and the sound was shocked, because before he arrived, he first stepped to the scene.
After a while, Qingling also arrived with him, standing on the top of the mountain closest to the top of the fog forest center.
Senior ghosts have also received a lot of impact, and there are many deaths and injuries.
The fire light illuminated the audience, letting clearly see the black altar in the center below. The four pillars of the four corners were burned by the flames. A black figure laughed at a black -purple thing.
What is that thing? You can feel the violent atmosphere in the clearing spirit apart from a few kilometers apart. In contrast, the point of power it emitted makes Qingling feel cold, and in the sea of fire
The cold stool is more amazing than feeling the murderousness on the sword of the sword of the sword of the sword!
"What a strong evil !-" Feng Xuanhuang's voice sounded around, and Qing Ling finally knew the original appearance of that group.