Long Aotian raised his lips gloomily, and smiled evilly: "What's the benefit of telling you, my lord?"
Ye Qingluo remained expressionless: "I love to talk but not to talk."
After that, she turned her head and stopped looking at him.
Ye Qingluo ignored him.
On the contrary, Long Aotian felt even more uncomfortable.
"Hey, hey!" Long Aotian quickened his pace and stood side by side with Ye Qingluo, "At any rate, this seat is also the famous Lord Demon Dragon, ten thousand years ago, why don't you ask me some things and give me some benefits?"
Is this asking too much
If you could say a word to him ten thousand years ago, it would be a blessing in your previous life!
Ye Qingluo didn't even give him a look.
Long Aotian couldn't hold back anymore: "All right, all right, I'll tell you that!"
"When I came here, the uninhabited mountain was already covered by the dark energy of that monster. Presumably... that monster had already guessed that you would come here."
He paused, and his tone suddenly became schadenfreude: "That monster knew you would come, but didn't intend to escape. This means it's ready to 'invite you into the urn'."
"And you... just delivered it to your door by yourself."
In Long Aotian's bloodthirsty and cold eyes, a wicked smirk flashed: "You guys, be careful..."
The meaningful and elongated tone added a bit of gloom to the treacherous atmosphere.
It made the hearts of everyone in the Tianxia Tuan sink even more.
Yan Xiaoyi pursed her lips, stared at Long Aotian and wanted to reprimand this person—
Since I chose to follow their team, I don't expect him to help, but don't make sarcastic remarks next to me!
However, Qiao Jin held her arm and shook his head slightly at her.
"That person is not simple." Qiao Jin lowered his voice, "A person from ten thousand years ago is probably someone who can be compared with Huang Wuyou, the former Emperor of God."
If at this time, Long Aotian was angered.
On the contrary, it only increases the trouble.
"He has a... very strange aura." Behind the crowd, the boy in blue, supported by Tong Ziqing, spoke in a low voice.
Against the backdrop of the strong Yin Qi, Long Yunzhan's stern face appeared a little pale.
Those azure blue eyes were slightly glowing with a somewhat complicated streamer.
The man named Long Aotian.
There is a similar smell on the body.
However, there are some differences.
It made him feel...a feeling of wanting to get closer, but also a little afraid.
This was the first time that Long Yunzhan felt this way.
I don't know if their voices caught Long Aotian's attention.
Or maybe it was his eyes that made Long Aotian aware.
Long Aotian's bloodthirsty and cold eyes, as if washed by ice, suddenly met his gaze.
Long Yunzhan instantly felt that a coolness rose from the soles of his feet and rushed to his brain.
His complexion suddenly paled.
His body trembled a little uncomfortably.
"What's wrong?" Tong Ziqing's eyes were full of concern, "Is it because Yin Qi has entered the body, making you feel uncomfortable?"
Long Yunzhan shook his head, and when he looked at Long Aotian again, the man had already looked away.
However, the pressure on his body did not dissipate because of this.
"Master Demon Dragon."
The girl's clear voice revealed an unpleasant warning: "If you are restless, don't follow me!"
The words "Master Demon Dragon" were obviously sneering.
Long Aotian suppressed his arrogance, shrugged his shoulders and said: "Isn't it because I saw my little friend, this seat is too high~"
Glad you ghost!
Ye Qingluo glanced at him coldly: "Don't set your mind on my people, I don't have time to be wary of Huang Wuyou, but I also have to be wary of you."