Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 829: When patience is always exhausted

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The place that Ye Qingluo chose was the stone wall with the totem of the Mausoleum King just now!

The head of the mausoleum on the stone wall is the organ of the stone wall.

As long as you master this, there is still time to expel the corpse energy for Nangong.

The group ran all the way, and in a short while, they had reached the rock wall.

Ye Qingluo asked the mercenaries to return to the middle level of the tomb of the mausoleum, turned their heads and took a look, but did not see the corpse who was catching up.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

The advanced corpse puppet is not afraid of fire.

But how many corpse puppets still have an impact.

At least, for a while, these five corpse puppets can't escape the burning of the fire.

Ye Qingluo crossed the stone wall last, and quickly pressed on the stone wall.

There was another deafening "rumbling" sound, and the open stone wall slowly closed.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, leaning on the wall and panting.

At this time, I didn't even care about the slippery vines and the moss that made my body stand upside down.

Zi Qianqian supported Nangong and sat down against the rock face.

Ye Qingluo didn't waste time, walked straight to Nangong Feiran's side, squatted down, and pulled his arm corroded by the corpse puppet.

The touch of starting, and its coldness.

A slight touch, it's like touching ice.

Boneless cold.

Ye Qingluo's expression was a bit dignified, and she raised her eyes to examine Nangong's brilliant face.

Nangong closed her eyes tightly, her forehead exuded a thin layer of cold, and her eyelashes were actually stained with frosty white.

The corners of my eyes are covered with blackness.

The situation is worse than expected.

"Girl, I have to expel the corpse qi for him as soon as possible!" Old man Cang's urging sound was in his ear, "If the corpse qi spreads to the heart and erodes Xuanxinyu, he will not be saved."

Ye Qingluo took a deep breath.

She has not dabbled in the method of expelling corpse gas.

It's just that when I looked at the information about the tomb of the mausoleum last night, I also imagined the issue of corpse gas.

At the time, he only asked Old Man Cang about a simple way to avoid corpse gas from entering the body, and didn't go into it deeply.

At this time, she can only listen to the command of the old man Cang.

Ye Qingluo's palm flipped, and the red feather fan slid into her palm. She squeezed the handle of the fan, and with a flick of her fingertips, she slid out a sharp dagger.

She straightened Nangong's brilliant arm, and the dagger was about to be cut at his wound.

But Zi Qianqian held his arm, "What are you going to do!"

"Let go!" Ye Qing curled her eyebrows, her expression displeased coldly to her, "I really doubt the true strength of the gold medal mercenary group."

Her tone is full of ridicule: "Since entering the tomb of the mausoleum, the mercenary group of you killing gods has caused problems again and again, which has dragged down our actions and caused my burden."

"You...what did you say!" Zi Qianqian flushed annoyedly, her beautiful face, her eyes that had always been cold, full of anger.

Ye Qingluo snorted: "What I said, you know in your heart. If you had known that you were such a bunch of trash, I would never sign that deal with you!"

These words are completely naked. The mercenary group of the God of Slaying is naked, and they are completely despised.

The mercenaries of the World Mercenary Group felt very refreshed in their hearts.

For the words of their own deputy heads in their hearts, they gave thirty-two praises in anger!

From beginning to end, the Killing God Mercenary Corps placed itself in a superior position.

It seems to accompany them to the bottom of the tomb of the mausoleum, which is like condescending and condescending.

But in fact, the performance of the Killing God Mercenary Corps is entirely the existence of an oil bottle.

Not only did it not play a practical role, but it even kept causing troubles one after another to kill people.

Ye Qingluo curled her lips coldly, and the coldness under her eyes was even worse: "I am not a saint, I always have to run out of patience."