Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 3200: Live the refining of dead puppets

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Si Yanmu lowered his eyes and stopped talking.

In my mind, there is another abacus.

He turned around and walked forward quickly without squinting.

Ye Qingluo snorted lightly, pulling Di Moxuan and stepping forward.

Si Yanmu's calculations under his eyes naturally did not escape Ye Qingluo's eyes.

For Si Yanmu's idea.

You can still guess how much Ye Qingluo is.

The disciples of the Dark You Palace guarding outside the secret room gave Si Yanmu a time limit.

In a stick of incense, Si Yan Mu Ruo did not leave the secret room.

They will definitely come in and drive people out of the secret room.

Si Yanmu has been stalling for time.

I'm afraid I just want to use the time to let the disciples of the dark palace enter the secret room.

In this way, you can also find them who followed up in the secret room.

The wishful thinking is on the beaten track.

"I'm thinking about a bad idea again." Di Moxuan's soft and magnetic voice came into her ears softly.

He cast his eyes down.

In the pupils, the girl’s stunning face is reflected.

The young girl smiled and curled her eyebrows, and there was a shallow cunning overflow.

When he looked at it, the corners of his mouth didn't realize it, and followed it with an arc.

"What a bad idea, what I call... resourceful." Ye Qingluo blinked slyly.

The man's slender fingers touched her forehead lightly.

After a while, after walking through the promenade, an arched stone door appeared in front of him.

Si Yanmu rushed to Shimen quickly, with unconcealable joy on his face.

Ye Qing twitched the corner of his mouth, and the moment Si Yanmu was about to push Shimen away, he buckled Si Yanmu's shoulder.

The strength of her five fingers increased.

Si Yanmu only felt that within his internal organs, there seemed to be an air current, constantly stirring all the organs in his body.

A cold sweat broke out on his painful forehead.

Ye Qing dropped the corners of her mouth and gently lifted her hand: "Chairman Secretary, don't tell me, I didn't give you a chance...whether you want an antidote, it depends on your next performance."

Si Yanmu's painful eyes were raised, and the face that looked elegant and handsome was twisted and extremely ugly at this time.

He pressed his hands firmly on his chest, and then pressed his abdomen.

The colic in his body made him almost unbearable.

"I'll be obedient...I'll be obedient..." Si Yanmu's painful voice was fragmented.

Ye Qingluo gave a chuckle.

The pain in Si Yanmu's body, at this moment, calmed down.

He leaned against the stone gate, gasping for breath.

The cold sweat soaked his robe.

"Push the door and go in." Ye Qingluo ordered.

Si Yanmu's legs were still trembling, and the force of pushing the door was a bit weak.

Ye Qingluo's eyes swept away.

With a sudden force, he pushed Shimen open.

The endless black aura came to my face.

Yin is rolling in the air.

The cold breath made Si Yanmu shiver and hugged her arms.

He was trembling all over, trembling, moved his steps, and walked in.

Through the black atmosphere floating in the sky, Ye Qingluo vaguely saw behind Shimen, which was an extremely spacious refining place.

On the right, there is a dead puppet with inferior goods standing.

One by one, they are stiff and straight, and at a glance, there are probably thousands of them.

On the other side, there is a high platform for refining.

On the high platform, one after another corpses are hung on the horizon by iron hooks.

Below is an extremely strong fire burning.

Ye Qingluo took a visual inspection, and there were at least two hundred people in the corpse hanging in the air.

That's... where the dead puppets are refined.

Ye Qing Luo Mei narrowed her eyes, quickly confirming the location of the spare profound practitioner who refined the dead puppet.