Fengyun didn't need to look up to know that the Lijiang River was the mermaid clan.
At this time, the Lijiang River is a dazzling purple-gold-red color, and the beautiful fish tail has turned into slender legs.
Walking slowly, the charming beauty is more fascinating than the silver moon.
"What are you afraid of? We are all here this time. It's just a black hell. What are you afraid of?"
Li Jiang came over with a charming look, put his hand on Ya Fei's shoulder, then looked at the wind and cloud and said.[
Although the tone was dismissive and dismissive, the content of the words...
"Just a word."
Just after Lin Jiang finished speaking, a serious voice followed.
Fengyun turned his head, it was the Silent Emperor of the dwarves.
The elves, mermaids, and dwarves are all here.
Feng Yun subconsciously grasped Ya Fei's lapel.
Seeing this, Ya Fei patted Feng Yun: "I feel like something is wrong with you."
They were still discussing how to deal with the person behind their surviving clan in the Fantasy Sea, when suddenly he felt something was wrong with Fengyun.
He had never seen that feeling of complete anxiety.
Therefore, he directly tore apart the space and came with Lin Jiang, Mo Di and the others.
If anything happens to Fengyun, as long as they are here, no one will dare to do anything.
Feng Yun instantly tightened his grip on Ya Fei's clothes.
How virtuous and capable is she?
I can't express the full affection in my mouth, only, only...
"I'm going to find the Behemoth tribe." Shocked by the arrival of several surviving tribesmen, Helian Fenglei, Qianyeli and others were stunned for a moment, and Qianyelan was the first to react.
Suddenly he let out a low cry of joy, then turned around and ran away.
Even those who stumble are not afraid of losing sight of the road.
The three major surviving clans were all here, but there was a shortage of Behemoths, so he went to find them.
"Lan, no need." Feng Yun reacted immediately.[
But Qianye Lan has already run away.
"Let's go in, let's figure out how to deal with Black Hell." Ya Fei pulled Feng Yun and walked towards Mu Emperor's palace.
"Does this need to be totaled? We are here, everything is not easy to grasp." Linjiang was extremely arrogant.
"Ya Fei, you guys..."
"Stop talking so pretentiously, you can help us some time in the future." Emperor Mo strode towards the palace.
Fengyun looked at the indifferent Ya Fei, the enchanting Lijiang River, and the domineering Emperor Mo.
After a while, he took a deep breath.
The affection is too expensive and the language is too vulgar.
No need to say thank you, just be considerate.
"Okay." Feng Yun, who had completely regained his composure at this time, said loudly.