Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 5303: Why trust you (3)

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Long Aotian raised his lips and laughed a little evilly: "I tell you, what good is it?"

Ye Qingluo's face was expressionless: "I love to say nothing."

After that, he turned his head and stopped looking at him.

Ye Qingluo ignored him.

Long Aotian was even more uncomfortable.

"Hey, hey!" Long Aotian quickened his pace and stood shoulder to shoulder with Ye Qingluo, "Well, this seat was also ten thousand years ago, the famous Devil Dragon Lord, asked this seat about something, what happened to it?

Is this too demanding?

If you could say a word to him ten thousand years ago, it would be a blessing accumulated in the past life!

Ye Qingluo didn't even give him a look.

Long Aotian can't hold back anymore: "Go and go, I will tell you that!"

"When I came here, the uninhabited mountain was already covered by the monster's yin. Presumably... the monster had already guessed that you would come here."

He paused, and his tone suddenly became gloat: "The monster knew you would come, but didn't mean to escape. This is the preparation for ‘please enter the urn’."

"And you... just delivered it yourself."

Long Aotian's bloodthirsty and cold eyes flashed a nasty smirk: "You guys, be careful..."

The meaningful and elongated tone adds a bit of haze to this treacherous atmosphere.

It made the hearts of the people in the world group even more sinking.

Yan Xiaoyi pursed her lips, staring at Long Aotian and wanted to open her mouth to scold this man——

Since I chose the team that followed them, I don't expect him to help, but don't talk cold words around!

However, Qiao Jin held her arm and shook his head gently at her.

"That person is not easy." Qiao Jin lowered his voice, "Thousands of years ago, I am afraid that he can be compared with the former emperor of God, Huang Wuyou."

If at this time, Long Aotian was angered.

On the contrary, it only adds to the trouble.

"There is a...very strange aura on him." After the crowd, the boy in blue who was supported by Tong Ziqing spoke in a low voice.

Long Yunzhan's stern face turned pale against the strong shadow.

The azure blue eyes have a slightly complicated streamer.

The man named Long Aotian.

There is a similar smell on the body.

But there is a difference.

Let him have a...want to get close, but also a little afraid.

This is the first time that Long Yunzhan has such a feeling.

I wonder if it was their voice that caught Long Aotian's attention.

Or maybe it was the look in his eyes that made Long Aotian aware.

Long Aotian's pair of eyes seemed to have been washed by cold, with bloodthirsty and cold eyes, and met his eyes suddenly.

Long Yunzhan instantly felt that a coolness rose from the soles of his feet and surged into his brain.

His face turned pale suddenly.

The body trembled a little uncomfortably.

"What's the matter?" Tong Ziqing was full of concern, "Is the yin air entering my body, making me sick?"

Long Yunzhan shook his head, and when he looked at Long Aotian again, the man had already looked away.

However, the pressure on the body did not dissipate.

"Lord Demon Dragon."

The girl’s clear voice gave a somewhat unpleasant warning: "If you are restless, don't follow me!"

The words "Lord Devil Dragon" are obviously mocking.

Long Aotian grabbed his arrogance, shrugged and said: "This is not seeing my friend, this seat is too high~"

Happy you are a ghost!

Ye Qingluo gave him a cool look: "Don't put your ideas on my people, I have no time to guard against Huang Wushou, but also to protect you."