Misunderstanding, I Really Didn’t Show Love to My Teacher

Under the mountain, spears, swords, halberds and halberds danced across the air. At the center, Weifen's Sword intent was all over his body, but it was almost exhausted. Dizziness

When she blocked a knife, her hand seemed to lose strength, and the knife made of gray gas broke into her body and penetrated her stomach.

"Hahaha, continue to call the device."

Yuan Lang looked arrogantly and shouted: "What about Wumeng Ran Weifen? How about the strongest Gold Core? Just as dead."

Weifen knelt on the ground again, his vision gradually blurred, and his body began to become cold, and the feeling of Death surged like a tide, and finally a trace of bitter expression appeared on her delicate 537 face.

"I want to look at that biting moon again.

With a sigh, Ran Weifen slowly fell down, just as she completely lost consciousness,-a hand appeared in front of her and held her shoulder

"Your injury is a bit serious, can you live?

The heart-warming air flow poured into the body, accompanied by questions, and then Wei Fen slowly opened his eyes, and the handsome face that had caused her insomnia for several days came into view, and the girl was stunned for a while.

"I'm asking you something, can I live?" Chen Chang'an frowned. This girl shouldn't be really stupid.

"Yes!" Weifen reacted and nodded weakly.

"It's fine, it's a pity to die." Chen Chang'an nodded and said. No matter how Viffin choked silently, what a pity is that it is dead, it means that you are not here to uphold justice?

"Who are you?"

The sky full of swords did not know when to disappear, Yuan Lang stared at Chen Chang'an with an ugly face, a white robe in linen, and his temperament was like a hermit out of dust. There was no vitality fluctuations in his body, but he walked into the center like a walk in a leisurely courtyard. The strong do not have this composure anymore.

"Chen Chang’an, the head of the novelist school." Chen Chang’an patted Ran Weifen on the shoulder, motioned to the other party to adjust his breath, turned around and said: "You are behind the scenes this time.

"What is it, what is it not?" Yuan Lang replied coldly when he heard that the brutality in Chen Chang'an's name eye (bacf) had been reduced a little.

"If yes, you can live a few more hours, if not, you will die now." Chen Chang'an said with a smile.

"Wu Tong is not as arrogant as you."

Yuan Lang's face sank, his whole body violent.

Chen Chang’an looked at each other unexpectedly. He was dressed in coarse cloth and looked like a civilian. However, from the perspective of temperament, he seemed to have read a book, but he was surprised to read own novels.

"Wu Tong is a chivalrous man. I didn't expect you to read that kind of book." Chen Chang’an shook his head and sighed: "It proves that you still have a little light in your heart. It seems that you are not behind the scenes.

"Bright in my heart?"

Yuan Lang seemed to have heard some joke, and said with a sneer: "If I had the strength and fortunes of Wutong, I would consider myself a chivalrous man, but I am not! So I became a demon monster."

"What do you choose to do, and what does it have to do with your encounter?"

Chen Chang’an sneered--sound: "Whether you become a demon or an evil, who will define the evil? Just because you are different from people now?

"Huh? The head of the hospital meant that I am not an evil demon." Yuan Lang was surprised after hearing this.

"No, you are."

Chen Chang’an pointed to the soaring gray pillar in Zhongzhou City and said: "Because of your sacrifice, the city is in chaos, unknown shadow monsters are raging, and thousands of civilians live and die. This is both evil.

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