Venerated Venomous Consort

The Lord can ignore the life and death of our subordinates. The Dragon Elders have to take care of it. After all, there are more than 300 people living in this palace. Once they are attacked by outsiders, it is not fun..."

This person is one of the three people who were once taken hostage by Emperor.

Others also said: "Yeah, yeah, it is convenient for you to go out. When you come back, you have to have another investigation. Maybe you have to be tired of you, and then close the dark house for a few days..."

"Don't respect the Lord and respect the Lord. The Lord may not put this place in his heart. The people here are mostly the elders of the Dragon, or should listen to the elders of the Dragon."

"..."

Everyone even fights with noisy, ping-pong is not the usual excitement.

Long Van's face changed and immediately jumped out: "Stop! What are you talking about?!"

Also rushing to a place not far away: "Respect the Lord!"

After a pillar, the ink squid appeared, and the two big men appeared. The people who were truss naturally stopped.

Ink-like smiles and laughs: "The original deity is not as good as the elders of the dragon, here." Although he said it was a smile, the smile did not reach his eyes.

Long Fan: "..."

At this time, where can he dare to say anything else? While paying guilty to the ink smugglers, while letting people let go, while the thunder violently disposes of those who are not inferior to say that the lord is not as good as the elders of the dragon, they will fight each other for eighty fa...

Ink robes, such as the night robes, always look at the laughter, without a word.

Until Long Fan was disposed of, he faintly glanced at a few people who were not in a good position to export: "The elders of the dragon are really home-hearted, and it seems that they are even opposed to the deity, and the elders of the dragon are reluctant to dispose of them."

This is obviously the lightness of disregarding the handling of Long Fan. The dragon van is helpless, and a cross-hearted person will kill all those people.

Ink smirked a smile, and the singer took a picture of the shoulder of the dragon: "Dragon, the deity knows that you are most loyal."

After glanced at a few people who were to be executed, they added a faint sentence: "Dare to talk about the Lord and the elders, and there is a suspicion of provocation, so people who are so speculative, just killing is too cheap -"

The sleeves were swung out, the multicolored lights flashed out, and the few people who had been **** were completely shrouded. There were a few screams in the light, and the **** fog of the group flew out with a few faint shadows.

Those few shadows were the souls of those few people. They were shaken again by the ink, and the shrill screams dissipated again.

This hand obviously shocked everyone present, and everyone couldn't help but take a step back.

Ink turned back and looked at the pale face of the dragon: "Dragon elders, the deity does not deal with you so much?"

Long Fan naturally can't have opinions. He can only say that it is handled well and handled fairly.

Mok swept the crowd: "Can you recognize who your master is?"

"Respect the Lord!"

"Of course is the Lord!" Countless people responded.

This is the satisfaction of Mo Yan.

Long Fan looked at his back and his heart was cold.

He would have liked to ask the inkmakers to send those people to do something, and now can't ask.

Gong Gao Zhenzhu, he is now the master of the high power.

And Mo Yan stayed in the palace of **** hurricane for so many years. The things that Xuan Emperor used to deal with his heroes were clear, and they learned it and used it on him.

Now that Mo Yan still needs him, naturally he won’t really be like him...