Revenge of the Transmigrated Mob Character

Chapter 1275



Chapter 1275: he came?

Chapter 1275 Is he here?

A piece of paper hidden in his sleeve accidentally fell out.

She didn’t care about the piece of paper, but Yang Xuan herself became like this, but she still wanted to pick it up very nervously.

When his **** hand was about to touch the piece of paper, Su Ye took a step faster than him and picked it up.

Yang Xuan was suddenly excited.

“give me back!”

She stood up, took a step back, and unfolded the paper.

followed a portrait and appeared before her eyes.

The person in the painting is dressed in red robe, with scattered ink, a handsome face, sitting on a chair with half-closed eyes, and a lazy posture.

The painting of Manjusha Hua in the corner of the eye is particularly vivid.

Su Ye stared at the painting for a long time.

Followed and lowered his head, looked at Yang Xuan, and left a sentence like a smile but not a smile

“Good drawing.”

followed, and put the little picture into his sleeve.

Her action caused Yang Xuan to collapse directly

“That is my painting!”

Su Ye raised her eyelids, and the smile on her face gradually disappeared

“It is your painting, but the person in the painting is mine.”

As soon as she said this, Yang Xuan’s body was stagnant, and his expression was in a trance for a moment.

Su Ye sneered

“The position of the head of the Patriarch is not yours, you just miss it, and the man who isn’t yours also misses it.

Young Master Yang Xuan’s life, his own things can’t be seen in his eyes, but others’ things are worried enough. ”

The voice fell, and Yang Xuan vomited out again with a mouthful of blood.

As soon as her voice fell, she felt a surge of killing intent.

just listened to two swishes, and shot straight in her direction.

A short arrow rubbed her hair and hit the pillar behind her, and another bow and arrow shot directly into Yang Xuan’s body.

The wound is not fatal, but the short arrow is poisonous.

Yang Xuan lay on the ground, dying.

Su Ye bent over, pulled out the short arrow, and glanced at the arrow.

Look down at Yang Xuan again.

Aside, Song Jue didn’t know when he came over, and he followed the arrow, and the fox’s eyes raised slightly.

“Hopeless.”

The voice fell, and with a click, Su Ye threw the short arrow to the ground.

He is thoughtful

“I didn’t notice anyone approaching.”

Su Ye stared quietly in the direction of the gate, and then quickly chased after him.

The Vanilla flower in his hand flew out quickly, floating in the air on one end, and Su Ye’s wrist tied on the other.

Having the guidance of Fanhualing, plus her physical fitness is really good.

all the way to a hill outside the imperial city.

She was farther and farther away from the imperial city, and from a distance, she saw the pale golden sacred tree standing tall in the imperial city shining high above Yang’s house.

Extremely Beautiful.

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She stared at her hand quietly for a while, because the sacred tree was stripped from her body, and her power seemed to be disappearing.

She stretched out her hand, bang!

tapped on the big tree next to it.

The tree was unscathed, not a single leaf fell.

It was her hand that was swollen all at once, and the pain came in an instant.

Su Ye, who was still excited to chase people just now, the smile on his face disappeared in a blink of an eye, and he turned his head and started to walk back.

It’s just that Fanhua Ling doesn’t seem to feel the master’s mood.

He tugged Su Ye by the wrist, pulling her to continue walking.

seems to be telling Su Ye to go to the other side to find the bad guy.

Su Ye remained indifferent, and continued to turn away.

By the way, put the Vanilla flower line into his sleeve.

Ke just walked two steps, she tilted her head, looked somewhere, and stared quietly for a while.

This familiar feeling, is he here?

The wind came out, the grass was rustling, and there was nothing.

Instead, a laugh came from behind her.

(End of this chapter)


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