"Ha... Ha! "
Qin Feng gasped and looked at the eyes of Nangong Yiren. He saw the tears in her eyes and slowly slipped on the smiling face.
Those black and red pupils shrank fiercely, and the ghost fire in his heart began to vibrate for the first time.
But at the moment, the sword array covering a thousand meters scattered.
The drunken madman held his heart and stood up with difficulty. Beside him, Lian Shuang hurriedly came to hold him.
At the moment, the alcoholic madman looked at Qin Feng and Nangong Yiren. He was still very puzzled. Why did this woman break through her sword array? ! This woman looks like a mortal, a mortal... How can it be? !
Nangong Yiren practiced the sacred technique. If they did not personally contact it, the liquor madman could not detect the cultivation of Nangong Yiren.
