Chapter 739 : Only a group of desperate blacks remain
The brain seems to be blank, refusing any movement...
"Crack!"
There was a soft sound, and the stone slab above the head was suddenly opened.
Suddenly there was light in front of my eyes, and a bright candlelight came in.
"Black Flame! Why are you here?"[
Gong Wuye's tone was a little surprised and a little reproachful.
"Little rabbit!"
Gong Yanmo's face instantly turned pale, and his voice was trembling.
Feng Lingyan smiled erratically: "Sorry, I disturbed your sex talk."
A pair of eyes looked at Gong Yanmo, and he said word by word: "Fanxiang - should I call you Jiyue Fanxiang? Or should I call you the master of Wuyan Sect?"
Her smile was erratic and desperate, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out.
His body went limp and he fell down the iron ladder...
There was a sound of wind in her ears, and her body did not fall to the ground, but fell into his arms.
Gong Yanmo's face was as pale as paper, and his usually calm and indifferent appearance suddenly cracked, revealing a deep panic: "Little rabbit..."
How come she appears here?
How much did you hear?!
Feng Lingyan's face turned pale as a sheet, but she did not faint.
His eyes were wide open, without any focus.
Gong Yanmo held her in his arms and jumped back to the ground.
Gong Wuye opened her eyes wide in surprise: "Brother, what did you call him? He...isn't he Black Flame?"
"let me go!"
Feng Lingyan's eyes were cold, and none of the candlelight in the room reflected in her eyes, leaving only the darkness of despair.
At this moment, she no longer had the intention to pretend to be Black Flame, and her voice was her original tone.
Gong Wuye took a step back, finally hearing her voice, and her face changed greatly.[
Chapter completed!