Douluo's Change of Life with Sword

Its careful liver swing is powerful.

The blade judged, it fully broke out the strength of the seven to eight-level soul.

Not bad, there should be no lazy.

Place it on the armrest.

Looking at the golden, fragrant beetle, it's happy to call: " ~"

You are best ~

The blade shakes the head and lying down: "It is still not lazy, but it can't be relaxed, otherwise the next ..."

"Choo Choo Choo!"

Got it!

It swallowed a small insect insect.

The blade smiles, no longer say: "I have to practice my own things, I have to practice."

When the little guy looked up, I saw him closing his eyes.

"~"

Follow you!

The breeze passes a bird.

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"Is this what you think?"

"This is what we have thought about."

silence.

"You know, this life doesn't belong to you."

"But at least you belong to you."

silence.

"They will come sooner or later."

"Then wait for them."

"Although the miko is strong, you can't protect you."

"Then you can't make a breakthrough, you can't break the soul? After you arrive in long hobbenge, we don't have to be afraid."

"You are disgusting, I don't want to swallow you."

"Do I mean this? You can't think about breaking from other ways?"

"You know, no other means."

"Forget it, the stinky man can't rely on! Or I want to break through it."

......

In the evening, the blade was exited.

I saw the little guy closed his eyes on the armrest.

It is in practice.

The blade looks at it not a smile, it is quite diligent.

Your worm has.

A bird is fascinating at this time, comfortably stretching wings.

" ~"

This is so comfortable ~

Blade: "..."

Your worm is gone.

"Go back, we must practice well, do you know?"

"!"

Got it!

The blade gets up and prepares to put away the lounge chair, but I see the little guy is pitifully looking at him.

The blade understands, helplessly put five silkworm cochuss: "The last five."

"~"

A bird is joyful.

The brush is gone, and then looks at the blade with a poor look.

The blade mouth hooked slightly, and the little guit that is ready to sell Meng is unique.

Waving, strong airflow blows it.

"Choo Choo Choo!"

Don't give it!

"Choo Choo Choo!"

I am leaving!

Looking at it to the nest, I also put away the chair.

The clouds of the sky are flour.

On the circles between the forest, the flying bird homing from time to time, the air is still in the air of the sun.

When I passed the training venue for the past, I saw one person in sweating.

The blade quietly looked at him.