The Blackened Male Leads All Want Me

This beat is an hour.

She didn't know how many undead had fallen by her side.

Stack by stack.

Lost the ability to move, but did not die.

I don't know why, the power of these undead is very different from the undead that Su Yan encountered before.

These undead are a little weak.

But there are so many, almost immediately after they fall down, new undead will join again.

Batch after batch.

Nan Si sat there, clasping her nails.

Look up from time to time.

Then he will continue to lower his head and clasp his nails.

And the light on her ankle was getting brighter.

She dangled, as if she hadn't noticed.

Probably I think this kind of duel exercise is too boring.

She raised her finger.

Those undead disappeared instantly.

Only Su Yan and her were left in this huge prison.

Nan Si speaks

"I heard that you like people?"

Su Yan was silent.

Nan Youdao

"I heard that you worked hard for that person."

Su Yan remained silent.

Nanxi is impatient

"Can you stop messing with these moths all day?

Honestly be your lord god, what man do you love, what is your life? "

Su Yan was silent again.

Nan Xi rubbed her eyebrows, her voice was faint

"First on the left"

After the words fell, Su Yan turned and walked in the cell.

Almost the moment Su Yan walked in, Nan Xi closed his eyes and fell to the ground unsupported.

The Throne of Thorns disappeared behind him.

Nan Ji leaned against the wall again, looking at the tattoo on his ankle.

He raised his eyelids, then closed.

Don't speak anymore.

She repelled Su Yan's power.

The moment Su Yan appeared, there was no pain in her whole body.

The tattoo on the ankle is the shackle that binds her.

The brighter the tattoo, the more pain she suffered.

Nan Xi regretted showing Su Yan the right path.

She should be allowed to suffer in places nearby.

Gee.

Blame her for being so kind.

When Su Yan entered the prison, Nan Xi was no longer visible behind him.

It's like entering a space.

Xiaohua Doubts

"Host, who is that person?"

Su Yan thought for a while

"not sure."

Xiaohua Doubts

"Host, she seems to know you well."

Su Yan

"Yep"

Xiaohua said again

"Host, why do I feel that you know her look well?"

Su Yan

"may."

Su Yan's answers were all ambiguous.

Xiaohua was stunned.

Keep going.

Suddenly, the eyes gradually lit up.

Su Yan still has a shoulder injury.

Wait until the light drops.

Su Yan looked up.

I saw a corpse in front of him.

Highly nailed to a wall.

The corpse was dressed in white.

Half of it was bloody, with white bones exposed.

Half, clearly visible and able to see the appearance.

Only the steel nailed into the bone and was firmly nailed to the wall.

The sound of rumbling around.

Whip, soldering iron.

The same, as if thousands of years have gone on like a day.

Su Yan looked at her, she was dazed.

Keep looking up.

That is, Junyu's body.

it is true.

There will be no fakes.

Su Yan felt a little bit painful.

It's like being caught in a sharp zhēnci abruptly.

It hurts.

She didn't speak.

Stand there and watch.

Behind him, a smile came.

The man was wearing a black shirt, and the pattern of Higan flowers spread from his neck to his face.

Those eyes are very deep.

"We meet again, Lord Lord."

The tone of this speech.

This tone.

Even if he changed another shell, Su Yan still recognized it.

It's Nan Ming.

People met outside the gate of the underworld.