Yang Lin's sudden disappearance made everyone dare not act rashly.
Especially after the evil eye of Shangling Luoyu, one by one, more cautious.
They dispersed and surrounded her.
And Ling Luoyu is not worried, the black eyes of fresh water without trace squint around.
On the surface, she is waiting for the other party to attack, but in fact, she is waiting for nothingness to get the knack of flying sword from Yang Lin.
The two sides confront each other, but Guiyi doesn't know that it's greasy, and comes forward with a black face.
"What do you do? Not yet! "
This woman is right in front of you. You can take it in minutes.
But what are these people waiting for!?
Waiting for the New Year!?
"Miss..."
A man in grey looked very ugly.
"Yang Lin is gone..."
At the same time, he didn't understand: "is it gone? Where have you been? "
Is Yang Lin impatient to live?!
When he was in deep trouble, he dared to disappear!?
The man's face darkened: "Miss Yang Lin was lost in that woman's hand! "
Return to one: "1..."
What are you talking about!?
What's missing in that woman's hand?
"What are you talking about?"
When it happened just now, she was full of confidence and felt that she would hit the target with one blow.
So I didn't care. I didn't pay attention to the fight here.
Therefore, when people said Yang Lin was missing, they couldn't react for a while.
While talking, she turned to Ling Luoyu's black eyes.
Deep in that pair of eyes, through the boundless depth, just like the ancient starry sky, no boundary, so unpredictable.