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Chapter 397: prison

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yetaosaidthatthewholeindividualdisappearedince,thevibranofthehehasbeestrongerandstronger,yunngyanhadtotakesuyaotoaslightlyfartherce.

"suyao,youshouldnotletyetaodosuchathing."

yunngyanfrownedwithdisapproval,yetaoiswillingtohelpherisalreadyveryglori,nowevenfortaikangletyetaoriskagain,ifletgrandpaknowthis,therestbeascolding.

"yunngyan,doyouknow?infact,onthewayback,ialstcouldn'tkeit.taikangwasreallyadeadbrain.healwaysreeredyourorders.ifyouaskedhitoetoprotect,hewouldreallycarryonhisback,hideallthewayback,andreturntosu'she."

"inaturallyunderstandthis,butyetao'sgodofwarisrtedtothesafetyoftheworld,anditisreallyselfishoftodoso."

"selfishness,selfishness,aslongasicanlettaikangebacktodoanythingiwouldliketobespurnedbytheworld,itwanttaikangtoebaysidesafely!"

"you..."

"yunngyan,ilovetaikang,icannotlivewithouthi"

hearingsuyao'swords,yunngyantookabreathofcoolbreath,andfinallydidnotsayanything,butsilentlylookedattheheinfrontofher.

afteryetaoenteredthehe,thefaintgreenlighthauntedhiifyouethedicinespirit,thereisstillaresidualroseintheair,soyouhavetobeonguardagainstit,incaseyoureallygettherosery,eventhedarortalswillsleepforrethanadecadeorso.?

"ifindyouseetobeverypreparedforthatsurnaqin."

".qinisalsoaverygoodpharceuticalster,ifihadnotbeenthedrugking,ighthavechosenhi"

yetaofrownedandwasabouttoaskcarefullywhenheheardascreanotfaraway.

yetaoskiedinthatdirecnandsawanincklyingonthegroundwithonlyhalfhislegleft.afatdegoguerywaslyingathisfeet,nibblingathisfleshandbloodbitbybit.thenkeptstrugglingwithhissworddaggerandswinginghardatthedegoguery.

butthedegogueseedtobedressedinsteel,andcouldnotprateitatall.theninckcouldonlylookathisbodyindespair,andwasgnawedwithgreatpainbitbybit,andthefearofhisheartdehialstunabletobearit.

"sex."

yetaopickedupa**allstoneandejecteditwithinternalforce.onhisfingertips,theordinarystonebecaasharpweaponforlife,piercingtheirondegoguery,leavingabloodholeinit,andthedegogueryspatoutafewuthsofgreenbloodandfelltotheground,butitsfourfeetwerestillintheairlikeacockroachwithtenacivitality.

"it'syou."

theninckhadbeengnawedoffhalfofhisbodyandhadgonebacktothesky.yetaosquatteddowninfrontofhianddidnottakeintoountthefilthofthen.helookedthroughhiswound,andnowyetaohasnochoicebuttoalleviatehispain.

"i'sorryican'tdoanythinganyre."

"cough,thankyou.ifitwasn'tforyou,ightnothaveleftacorpse."

therewasalreadydeathonthen'sface.yetaostoodwherehewas,lookedathiwithcertainty,andiediatelyopenedhisuthandasked: