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Chapter five hundred and sixty-eight my woman (three)

"Qi Ye--" Ye Weilan was shocked.

They had just met again and were less than three minutes away from him. She didn't want to be separated from him at all!

"Good girl must be obedient," Yi Sa gently stroked her cheek with one hand. The beautiful boy as holy as the moon, this action was inexplicably gentle. "You must know how to judge the situation and go to the boat with me to see how he avenge you."

He pulled Ye Weilan out of the hall.

Of course, someone stopped him, but he was blocked by Ning Yuan and his group.

Although Qi Ye brought few people, each of them was an extremely talented master. I don’t know how many times I walked in the Shura field, and it’s not a problem to fight one hundred.

A clanging sound came from behind, and the crisp sound of sword sounds, which was the sound of Chi Xiao coming out of the sheath.

Qi Ye and the God of Death started fighting...

This thought flashed through Ye Weilan's mind. She frequently turned around to see his figure clearly. The black hair was flying wildly behind her. Through the messy crowd, she could only see a slender figure, holding a blood-stained sword and slowly strode towards the throne.

The strong wind blew in front of him and he left the hall, and he disappeared from her sight again.

At the same time, a rumbling explosion sounded through the sky, and the clouds in the gray sky were blown away for the first time in decades, changing the trajectory of the flow.

The entire hall began to tremble, which shows how large the explosion was.

Ye Weilan looked at the flames that were red in half of the sky and opened her eyes wide: "How could this happen..."

Yi Sa disliked her speed too slowly, so she picked her up: "When Qi Ye came here, he didn't plan to let this place full of sins continue to exist!"

This kind of place is naturally the best place to ruin, but this is the base camp of Death, which took him decades of hard work. Knowing that Qi Ye was coming, how could he be unprepared?

This was blown up, it seemed to be too easy...

Yi Sa just laughed, and that guy Qi Ye repeatedly told him not to tell these violent and bloody conspiracies to his women...

...

Inside the hall.

The fight was hot below, and on the throne, the god of death sat upright as before. Listening to the explosion from outside, his eyebrows froze and thought carefully: "Perrangodo?"

There is only one person who can come and go freely on his island.

The hero has a heroic mind, but he is not stupid, so he reacted so quickly.

Qi Ye's knife dragged out cold traces on the ground, with a dazzling color and a cold look: "Perangordo ignited the explosives, but those explosives were buried twenty years ago."

Twenty years ago, he was just a weak experimental subject on this island, and no one was wary of his movements at all. It was not impossible to plant these bombs.

But I didn't expect that it would take until twenty years to play a role.

"What did you do to exchange with him?" The god of death's eyes became dangerous.

Perlangodo's obsession with Qin Yuling was not inferior to him and the Pope, so why did he help them deal with him?

Not to mention the little relationship between "adopted daughter and adoptive father" with Ye Weilan, no one would believe it!

"Didn't you guessed it?" Qi Ye joked, his eyes cold: "Of course it's news about Qin Yuling."

The god of death was furious, raised his fist violently, and smashed it at Qi Ye.

Qi Ye admired his irritability, smiled coldly, and ghostly dodged his fists, attacking him without any mercy.
Chapter completed!
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