Legend of Fu Yao

The smoke has been exhausted, but it has changed places. This is a secluded mountain depression. A carriage is in the middle of the trees.

The faint smoke of the layer is gradually gathering, and the thin old man in the yellow coat is unusually thin, like a bone shelf with a human skin, and a pair of snakes on the high-bone shin bone. When people are clearly facing up, they are also like slashing, stunned, and unspeakable.

He smiled awkwardly and looked at Meng Fu Sha, saying, "Women... women are ugly and can't see."

Yan Jingchen smiled awkwardly. He bowed his head and hugged Meng Fu and hurriedly got into the car. He still didn't sit still. The old man in yellow clothing also floated up, and he sat down in the air, and he rested on his hand. On his lap.

Yan was shocked and stiff, and the old man in yellow clothing immediately noticed, turned his head and measured it. "How? With this woman, I immediately dismissed the master? What did you say? I knew you, I killed. she was."

"The master said with a smile." Yan Jingchen immediately raised his head and smiled. "How come...but it is afraid that the driver can see..." He said that the voice gradually became lower, but the body went to the old man in yellow clothes.

The old man in yellow clothes smiled with satisfaction, reached out and patted his hand, but did not let go, grabbed the palm of his hand and slowly screamed, "This is what you know... I don’t hurt you, you want this. Woman, I am not happy and I am doing it for you. How do you repay me?"

This is the second time he asked for a reciprocation. Yan Jingchen did not dare to answer any more. He smiled and smiled. He lowered his eyes and said, "The master has the re-creation of the disciples, the disciples... everything is the master..."

The old man in Huangyi laughed again and seemed to be very satisfied with this answer. The relatives gathered in the ears of Yan, and quietly said, "evening... evening... poor seeing..."

He stroked Fu Yan’s face, and smiled with joy. He said, “I don’t like women, I will go back first.”

Yan Jingchen owes his debt, "Yes, please, please."

The old man in the yellow dress flashed like a smoke, and the swollen shoulders of Yan’s dust were only slightly relaxed. He looked at the direction in which the old man disappeared. He suddenly grabbed the towel and wiped his face desperately. He rubbed so hard that the skin on his face was slightly rubbed, showing a faint bloodshot.

Feeling the burning pain, the madness of the face of the swollen face was as if he was shocked. He quickly put down the towel and touched his face. After thinking about it, he took out a box of raw muscles from his arms and carefully shredded it in the wound. Painted on.

Can't leave any traces, otherwise it will be discovered by the suspicious old guy, and it is a continual questioning, then...

His applicator's hand gradually stopped, his face gradually pale, his breathing gradually rushed, and some scenes that couldn't be looked back couldn't face, those pale and bright red, those decaying breaths and endless twists, those in the glamorous Bright day and pain do not want to live in the night of struggle.

Those things that were raging hit him, and even the internal organs seemed to be shaking, and there was an unbearable pain.

Yan was shocked and sat, the light and shadow of the sun was cut by the curtain, mottled on his pale face, and his eyes were blurred. His hand finally fell slowly and fell on Meng Fu’s calm sleep.

He stroked Meng Fu's flying eyebrows, long eyelashes, and lip lines. He cares meticulously and concentrates, as if he wants to take this long-lost face, using his fingers, one by one into the bottom of my heart.

Shake, when you are in the Seven Kingdoms, when you are working in the Promise, when you gradually become more and more glorious on the stage of the Seven Kingdoms, you have thought that there is a person in order to catch up with your pace, in order to desperate Get you, he... and give up everything?

Since the fall of grace, sacrifice to the devil, there is no redemption in this life.

The carriage was shaking slightly, the bamboo curtains creaked, and the bright green color seemed to have a bit of greenery in the mountains. It was a clean, clean atmosphere, born in natural soil and water, enjoying the sun and rain, but then Clean and clean, you can no longer own this life.

Yan surprised and smiled slightly.

Juvenile head, thunder and name, swept up the Yuan, famous for the world.

Those fascinating deeds and titles.

Who can see the abandonment and struggle behind?

He laughs, laughs arrogantly, and is silent and close to madness.

In such a broken smile, there was a drop of tears that gradually rolled down, and Meng dripped his cheeks.

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Yan Jingchen did not live in the hall that Tianzhu had arranged for the military of the Zhenwu Conference. He lived in the other industry of Hengwang and Beiheng, and the warlord and the Xuanyuanjian sent a good match. Xuanyuanjian sent it. The new head of the swallows, the name of Xuan Yuanzong, is jointly owned by Yan’s husband and wife. The warring North Hengshang came to the aristocratic warriors of various countries, such as the Yan’s husband and wife, who are the objects of his interaction.

Yan Jingchen entered the back door from the back door and went directly into the cellar of a hidden item. Before he went down, he asked him a little girl. "Where is the lady?"

Xiao Xiao replied, "The wife came back after the contest, and was invited by the king Wang to see the flowers." Again, "Mr. Sang, he told me to come back to see him."

Yan Jingchen's finger was stiff and stiff. He slammed "Hm" and went down to the cellar. The light in the cellar was dim, the furnishings were exquisite, the table and chair bed was complete, and the swallowing dust drove Meng Fu down and took away her dagger. On one side, I found a black chain from my sleeve, locked her wrist on the bedpost, and looked at it for a long while, only to bite her teeth and hurried away.

In the front yard, the indoor candlelight was red, and the old man in the yellow dress sipped himself and drank a few mouthfuls, then he glanced out the window and his eyes were sinister.

Yan stunned in a hurry, saw the figure on the window, paused, and slammed his feet and opened the door.

The night is quiet, the moon is on the sky, the wind is slowly interspersed from the forest, and the wood leaves are swayed, such as the night shackles, the lotus leaves in the pond, and the occasional drops of water from the clean cover. I rushed over and rolled down the heart of the pool.

Behind the scenes, the sweat beads quietly rolled off from the jade-like skin, suppressing the low breathing, the messy bed stretched over the thin hands, the master of the hand spewed out the smoggy and decaying, belonging to the coveted year. The unpleasant smell of the person.

On weekdays, this kind of breath is not the first time to endure. However, today, as if the woman is close at hand, she feels a bit more desolate and humiliating. It is a bit more disgusting and can’t help but let it go.

It's just a slight make, but the nails are long.

The old man has already discovered that his fingers are stunned and stopped in the air, and half a sinister test. "It seems that the old man is still helping."

"Master!" Yan was shocked and panicked. He wrapped his bedding and leaned over. "It’s not what you think, it’s just a little... I’m just a little discomfort...”

"Is it?" The old man looked at him indifferently, and his hand stretched out and pressed him. "If you are not feeling well, take a rest." He looked up and dressed himself.

Yan stunned his eyes, didn't look at his clothes, half-supported the old man's back, half awkward, "Night... Where are you going?"

The old man looked back and smiled a little bit differently. "I didn't have a good time, I went to the flame."

Yan was shocked and his face changed dramatically. Huo Ran sat up and moved over the bed and pulled his clothes. "Master...there is already good...you, you still..."

"Where do you want to go," Huang Yi, the old man smiled and amiable, personally gave him a quilt, said, "Have a good rest, tired and can't tire you, you are my baby, the real military final, fog The disciples of the Hidden Stars and the Clouds of the Moon are all participating, and you have to give me the strength to fight. The old man was in the same place, and he lost his life in the hands of the fog, and fell to the end of the top ten. I haven’t swallowed for ten years, and now I’m counting on you to earn me this face.”

"Apprentice... I can't wait for the master to look forward to it." Yan stunned his head and slammed his answer.

"That's right." The smoke smothered and laughed, turned and left, Yan looked at his back, and squatted on the bed, his hands smashed, slowly tightening.

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The smoke went all the way and went straight, and went straight to the place. The man at the door of the cellar saw that he didn’t dare to say anything. He turned his head and let it go. The smoke killed the cellar and went to the bedside, watching the unresolved Meng Fu shake. Half a sly, revealing a weird smile.

He quietly watched Meng Fu shake, his eyes flashing yellow, his body gradually became a gray smoke, wrapped his body shape like nothing.

"Is this kind of woman?" The smoke murmurs, "but it is younger."

He sneered and said, "If you kill you, your nephew will be relieved."

The fingers stretched out, the five-finger nails were like claws, the edges were black and yellow in the middle, and the fingertips were smoky, stretching straight to Meng Fu to shake the throat!

The room is faint, the smoke is quickly spread away, killing the scent.

"咝-"

The fingertips suddenly stopped at the corner of Meng Fu’s throat, and the air in the moment gave birth to a suffocating silence. The face of the smoke-killing skinny skin did not change, and he did not turn back. He slowly said, "You really followed... ..."

His tone was long, with disappointing disappointment. Hearing the screaming screaming stunned look, he rushed to the ground and screamed. "Master, what is wrong is the burden, with her... ...not related to her."

"You are such a dead child," the smoker turned back and looked at him coldly. "Can't you see that people are not interested in you? Are you worth it?"

"Master...she was hurt by me..." Yan stunned his head. "I hate her, hurt her pride. She is a bright woman who doesn't like to hate. I hate that I should be deserved, as long as I am going to her." Explain clearly that she... will forgive me."

The smoke smothered him and looked at him halfway. "Is it crazy, I am crazy, why do you know why today?"

Yan was shocked by hand, and the thin back was trembling slightly. He said, "I was regretting it. I thought I could throw it away. But when I let it go, I knew I was wrong."

"Shocked, you and I said this, not afraid of me not happy?" The smoke killed the hand, Senran stared at Yan Jingfeng, "I thought you just wanted to play, I don't want you to really have deep roots... You are my person, I am a smoker, can you have two hearts?"

"Master!" Yan shocked and looked up and exclaimed.

The smoke stared at him, the snakes flashed cold, and the cold and cold road, "Fright, I am not happy, I am not happy."

Yan trembles and trembles and climbs over, clinging to the legs of the smoke, "Master... I am wrong... Please... please..."

The smoke shot overlooked him, and there was no expression at the bottom of his eyes. He said, "I will feel bad for you, but I have to have a limit to my distress, otherwise you will be more and more measured." He laughed and suddenly pointed to Meng. Shake, said, "Don't you want to get her? Then I will feel bad for you again, you go to her, after killing her!"

"master!"

"This is my last concession, woman, have you ever gotten it? You have been to her, and you have a wish. After that, you will be with me. You can't have any thoughts. If you don't," "The old man said that he had no choice but to make it difficult for him to try the taste of a woman, and then send her to the local government."

The room once again quieted down, screaming high and low breathing, long and heavy smoke, calm and soothing is Meng who did not know his fate was decided by Meng Fu, and the uneasiness was the choice of Yan Yan.

"The old man has limited patience, and he decides when you are half-column." The smoke smashed a sleeve, and the scent that had just ignited in the copper incense burner was cut in half.

The atmosphere in the cellar is dull, and the smoke on the side of the smoke killing makes him look as deep as a ghost. He sneer and hold his hand, and every breath exhales, and the indoor light and shadow will be turbulent.

The three pillars of the incense stick smoke, the tiny red light is extinguished in the incense burner, like the ghost eyes of the secret.

Yan Jing was in the ground, his fingers were close to the blue brick floor, licking the half of the incense, the sweat was falling and falling, falling on the ground, screaming.

The incense stick is getting shorter, and the sneer is more intense.

Yan Jing was suddenly biting his teeth, and Huo Ran climbed from the ground and went straight to Meng Fu.

The smoke showed a satisfactory smile. He took a step back and sat down with his legs. He wanted to appreciate the appearance of the live **** palace.

Yan Jingchen stopped in front of the bed and slowly leaned down. The girl in front of her eyes could still see the contours of her face, calm and serene, and her chest was undulating, seemingly doing a wave of surprise. A beautiful dream with a beautiful rhyme.

Yan Jingchen looked at her deeply, like watching a feast of no-participation through the crystal barrier, or a painting of the ancients who were fascinated by the pen and the world.

Beautiful, dazzling, infinitely embarrassing but never accessible.

He is silent, slowly rubbing over Meng’s face, neck, wrist...

The smoke behind him suddenly became cold and cold. "Are you going to touch her to dawn?"

Yan’s hands were stiff and stiff, straightened up and began to undress.

The smoke kills with a smile, admiring the beautiful body that the aunt gradually peels off, and admiring those concise and powerful lines.

However, his smile suddenly condensed in his lips and screamed, "Be careful!"

As soon as you start, your fingertips will shine!

"boom!"

On the bed, Meng Fu, who had been sleeping peacefully, suddenly jumped up, and the first one raised his anger and fired, and the wrist that was locked on the bedpost was vigorously smashed!

The bedpost and half of the bed were actually pulled up by Juli, carrying the violent whistling wind and the murderousness that never hesitated, Huo Di swayed!

"boom--"

"咝-"

The moment when her bed column was swung, the finger of the smoke was also coming, the two strong bangs collided, and it was a loud noise. The thick bed column was crushed, the sawdust dust splashed high, and the cockroach flew in the dust. And then fell into the face.

The swallowing dust that is **** in front of the bed is at the junction of two huge forces. One is going to kill, one is going to save, and when he is too late, he spurts a blood and falls backwards.

Meng Fu jumped and jumped, and the chain that had already left the bedpost was attached to the wrist. She said nothing, and the chain of silver flashed, and the head was swallowed down by Yan’s dusty spirit.

The smoke has already arrived, and the claws will catch the stunned swallows and throw them backwards. The body floats and has been stopped in front of Meng Fu.

Meng Fu shakes standing on the bed, holding the chain in his hand, cold and cold, "Mom, a pair of disgusting men!"

The snakes who smoked deep and deep stared at her, and there was a burst of blue light and a colder voice. "You are impatient."

Meng Fu shook the bed and reached out to grab his own dagger. He was in the palm of his hand and said, "Smoke is it? It is a waste of such an artistic name. You should call it a kill."

"The baby is daring," the smoke is still the ugly laughter. "Give you the whole body."

"The old dog is wretched," Meng Fu shakes and laughs. "The knife is divided into corpses."

Both of them were laughing, laughing and laughing, and suddenly they hit together!

A cigarette, a gust of wind!

The body shape of the smoke is a yellowish smoke belt, which is swaying in the brightly lit cellar. It seems to be soft and nothing, but the place where the smoke belt passes, the table and chair are silently split, and the account is scattered. For the crumbs, even the plaster on the wall can't be peeled off. I can imagine how it would hurt if the smoke was close to the human body.

The smoke does not need to move even with the arm. Just breathing control, you can put the cigarette belt as an arm, and the other part of the movement.

Meng Fu’s physique is a wind, a fierce and dark wind, and what can blow away the dense smoke? That is the wind!

The way she rushed over seemed to be to kill herself with her head and feet, and the wind that was rolled up not only blew the plasters away, but even the tables and chairs rolled over, due to the speed. Too fast, her boots rubbed a long sound on the ground, "吱-", the sound was not exhausted, she had already reached the smoke after the smoke.

The knife flashed, black and bright, and the lightning between the clouds above the nine days, killing the chest.

The smoke slammed "咦" and said, "You are a strong wind--" he said halfway, Meng Fu shakes the dagger and shakes, the silver glow shines, and the room suddenly shines, as if a new moon is shining. The gentle and soft moonlight.

The eyes of the smoke were wide, and he said, "You are the moon -"

He was shocked twice, and immediately realized that Meng Fu’s dagger was faster than his imagination. In an instant, he had already rushed to his eyes, and he quickly sneaked away, but he heard a "squeaky" sound, and the chest dress had already opened a long crack. Then I heard Meng Fu shake and laughed. In the laughter, she did not stop. She turned back and lightning again, and swept to the swallows, and the chain of hands was exactly the same.

The smoke has not passed from the shock just now. I don’t understand how Meng Fu’s sudden change in the battle also reminds me of the need to kill Yan’s dust. The subconscious will plunder the past. Who knows that Meng Fu’s shake is completely a sham, and he is the absolute apprentice of his baby. To save, the chain smashed out of the hand, and the silver trail was still moving in front of Yan’s dust, and she had already rushed to the ground.

And the smoke to kill this metamorphosis hard fight, and quickly flee.

When she rushed to Yan Zhenchen, she sprinkled some insignificant powder. It was a kind of pollen that Yuanbao adults recently fell in love with. The adult recently became obsessed with aromatherapy, and often smoked his fragrance and left a little bit of Meng Fu shakes his sleeves. At this time, Meng Fu shook the other poisons from his arms. The man had torn his sleeves in the air, and the powder fluttered and swallowed.

The smoke rushed over and saw the powder face change. He hurriedly went to the pulse of Yan, and Meng Fu shook the opportunity. He lifted his leg and rushed out of the cellar. He kicked and slammed under the door of Xuanyuanzong in the mouth of the mouth, and rushed straight. Go out.

This flush hit a person with a full heart.

The nose smells a thick and extravagant peony aroma, and the forehead wipes the smooth and delicate soft satin.

It’s true that life meets everywhere.

Meng Fu Sharen is still buried in the heart of the people's aroma, and the head has not yet had time to lift it up.

The black light is shining.

"哧"

The blood flutters like a stream, flying out in the night.

He supported the ribs, and the cockroaches retreated, and the blood on the red clothes was dyed.

Meng Fu shakes but unfortunately shakes his head, relying on it, and he really enters the country. Under such a state of inconsistency, he can suddenly turn around and avoid the key, and white the sword of his own cold.

She did not kill, did not stop, and a body has stepped on the top of the head, straight across the backyard, and crossed the wall.

Her series of ups and downs, wounding, fighting smoke, sneak attacking Yan, dust, escaping from the cellar, smashing and smashing, and fleeing almost like the same time, that is, ordinary people licking their eyes At the time, she has already rushed out of the Hengwang government.

Outside the Hengwangfu, through several deep lanes, it is a lively gathering place. Mengfu is like a streamer, and it passes quickly through those alleys.

The alley is dark and the spacing is narrow. The Mengfu craze is swaying with the wind, and it constantly breaks through the darkness and fog in the night.

The bustling downtown night is just ahead, as long as it rushes there, **** the smoke, and can not kill people in the street.

The fog in front suddenly seemed to be thicker.

It is not so much fog, it is better to say that it is more like smoke, thick, sturdy, light yellow and light gray smoke.

Meng Fu shakes and stops, and once he turns over, he has to change direction. However, the direction is still the same smoke.

The smoke is still catching up.

Meng Fu shakes his loss, knows that this person's skill is very different, it is almost silent and locks people's meridians, so she dare not be as static as before, and it is constantly interspersed. Flying over, the whole body is flowing and trying to find a breakthrough in such a ubiquitous smoke belt.

The sound of the smoke was passed from the layer of smoke, and it was difficult to distinguish it.

"The girl is very bad," his voice could not stop drifting, so that Meng Fu Sha could not distinguish his position. "You have the infuriating atmosphere in your body, and even some of the top exercises I have not seen... ...who is your master?"

“Why should I tell you?” Meng Fu shook. “I am not your mother, and I have the obligation to answer your questions.”

The smoke suddenly slammed and received. It seemed that a person was suffocated with a breath of bold appearance. Meng Fu swayed his eyes and immediately rushed over.

She had long seen that the smoke of the smoke was controlled by the breath, so angering him was the only way to find out his weaknesses, so how could it be evil, but the old guy didn't intend to keep her alive.

Her man was in the air, and the dagger had arrived at the gap in the smoke just now, and he poked it!

"Little 狡猾!" The smoke is scattered, and the smoke is killing the body. The old man’s sleeves are smashed, and the strength is rolling in, which makes Meng Fu’s body shape slippery and slippery.

She slipped completely off the slide, as if riding on the moonlight and riding the wind, the clouds retreat into a straight line, as if I didn't see the wall behind it, the bang banged straight up, screaming loudly The sound of the wall was hit by a hole, and Meng Fu’s body shape immediately fell into the hole.

After the cave, Huaguang swayed, the bead curtains drooped, and the red Luo accounted with the hibiscus in the spring, and the night half of the hole was shocked.

Of course it is wild.

Meng Fu shook his head and saw the horror in the bed and screamed into a group of naked men and women. His eyes turned especially in some important parts, and quickly swept through the surrounding buildings. He quickly confirmed that it was a brothel and couldn’t help but grin. "Sorry, continue." One hand stretched out a ball from his arms and said, "I didn't scare me out of the sun? Send the Shenlong Zhuangyang Pill to show my condolences."

Then she looked up and smiled at the smoke that had been followed, and slammed it again.

She kept rushing backwards, hitting the bead curtain and hitting the door and hitting the railing and slamming into the hall. Wherever she went, the pearls scattered the door and shattered the railings and broke the vase, and the bangs burst into a bang. Mixed with people's screams and the inquiries from the crowds on the opposite side of the street, suddenly the main street of Tianzhu became a boiled porridge.

What Meng Fu wants is this effect.

After several conversations with the top ten, she gradually came to understand the essence of the martial arts of the top ten. They are able to master the natural rules, integrate the power of nature into their own methods of truth, and form their own unique natural power. The strong, therefore, they will have more powerful play in the environment that suits them best, such as smoke killing. When the mountains rise in the mountains before dusk, when the smoke is lingering, his martial arts play the most powerful, so that he himself during the day. Not aware of it, he has already taken his way.

In other words, red dust and turbidity, tens of thousands of lights, such as the environment far away from nature, the martial arts of smoking will be limited.

The brothel is of course better, haha ​​unexpectedly.

Meng Fu smirked and smiled, and Peng Peng’s collision, has always led the smoke that followed the bones to the downtown area. The smoke has already moved the real anger, and it’s bound to catch up with the clothes. To slap the woman who is ignorant of life and death, he vaguely noticed that there were a few more black shadows behind him, but the martial arts of those people were not in his eyes. In any case, kill this crazy woman first!

At this moment, the night is not deep, the shadows of the people are in a mess, and the crowds are shining in the bright lights. Among them, there are many rivers and lakes who have participated in the night of the Zhenwu Conference. They stare at the Mengfu Shark that flies like electricity. The speed and strength of the horror stunned, and then look at the old-fashioned Huang Yi old man, and some people who read the vast rivers and lakes immediately exclaimed, "smoke!"

A loud bang, the group is shocked, the top ten people have already existed in the Wuzhou continent. Not to mention the ordinary martial arts, it is the martial arts of all the martial arts. They can’t see these deified characters, and now one of the top ten The smoke suddenly appeared in a brothel in the downtown area of ​​Tianzhu, chasing an inconspicuous teenager in public, and looking like that, even wanting to kill someone did not kill?

Everyone held their chin and leaned their heads. They watched Meng Fu’s body shape like a black whirlwind rolling across the road, watching the smoke and smog smog as a condensed smoke line entangled, seeing this is impossible but it happened in the downtown area. The battle of the strong peak has long been seen.

Meng Fu Sha suddenly turned back.

She retreated quickly and turned back faster, but in a flash she suddenly stopped the fierce momentum, and the twist of the shackles that was not affected by inertia.

Punch out! The wind is rolling up and the air is falling!

A loud bang, the people did not arrive and the wind came, the wind of the fists began and the wind began to sound. The silk ear of the hall was lit up in a row, and the hard life was stirred up by the ultra-violent punching wind. The volume is silently shrunk, and the beauty figure immediately becomes an old woman figure. A daring who is far away from the side wants to see the fight. The tea in his hand is forgotten to drink. Suddenly a hot face, tea in the cup. Silently spilled and sprinkled his face.

Meng Fu rocking fist has reached the heart of the smoke!

The smoke sneered a sneer, and the thin hand stretched out. The hand turned out to be a fan of the arty style. His cross-fan was blocked, and the smoke was picked up. Meng Fu’s fist was only a few minutes away.

The smoke kills his lips and smiles. He wants to say a few words such as "You can force me to use weapons, but you don't want to live in this life". Suddenly, Meng Fuan suddenly raised his smile.

The smoke is awkward, and the intuition is not good. This girl is not a good thing. It is definitely not a good thing to laugh. The subconscious has to fan, and Meng Fu’s fist on the fan suddenly pops up, popping a black blade!

The sharp edge of the blade is black, the knife light is bright, the knife light is like the moonlight, and it rushes from the sea to the sea. It flies from the sky, and it is fascinating and bright, and it illuminates Zhang Xuyuan!

The boxing is near the smoke to kill the chest, the knife light popping out in the fist immediately pierces the fan, silently stabbing into the smoke to kill the chest!

The smoke rushed back and forth, but suddenly there was a low drink, "Gather!", and then a surge of energy, such as the iron wall, blocked his footsteps.

The smoke smothered and saw the black men behind him, suddenly bursting into a row, one palm against the other's heart, when the first person palms like iron, straight shot behind him, desperately going to him Meng Fu’s dagger was pushed up.

The smoke screamed and angered, and the first time, he was forced to be pushed to the next level by several juniors. He simply refused to retreat, and the fan was collected and the cross-fan was drawn.

The smoke is like a slap in the waves, and the layers of the waves are smashing with infinite anger, and instantly roll to Meng Fu.

The moonlight is like a silver needle in the line, soaring through the vast but thin smoke, straight into the line.

When the smoke meets the moonlight.

Blood splashes!

Light gray smoke and pale white moonlight are distinct, and suddenly collide, and then between the two colors, silently open two red blood flowers, in the brilliant lights of the four sides, the color is bright and strange.

Two figures, each falling down.

The smoke killed the chest blood, and Meng Fu’s sword was so stunned that he eventually hurt his heart.

Meng Fu shakes the head of the dagger, and the dead dog gasps like a big breath. Every time he breathes, he squirts a little blood, relying on it. The old perverted anger is not a play, so she has scattered her bones.

She was there, and the onlookers rushed to the front, trying to see the teenager who was evenly divided into the top ten, and suddenly two of them came quickly. When the gas is three feet away, it is very cold, and people are shocked and then retreat. The other person calms down and walks. It seems that he is not walking fast. Everyone is close to him, and he feels that his heart is uncomfortable. Not back again.

So the crowd was very cooperative, and both hands picked up Meng Fu, and one person said, "You - hey!" Another person said, "I haven't seen you for a long time. You have added new hobbies and like to fight in the brothel."

Meng Fu shook his head and looked at the cloud marks and the seemingly calm, seemingly calm, and there was dust on the clothes. He smiled, and her **** gourd-like mouth was really ugly, and the cloud marks flashed. Pulling the sword will kill the smoke.

The smoke killed the chest, and the sorrowful look of Meng Fu shook his eyes. Suddenly, the sleeves waved, and a thick and smoky gray smoke rose. The people quickly retraced, and the smoke disappeared. The smoke disappeared and disappeared. Only the ground. There was a lot of bright blood on the top.

The crowd once again intends to come up. Zong Yue quickly helped Meng Fu to shake away. The rare one did not even abandon her. It was gray and sweaty and bloody. Meng Fu’s shamelessly rushed to seize the opportunity and practiced it. The ash on his body was awkward in Zongyue. Zong Yue was obviously patient, tolerant, and suddenly stopped.

Meng Fu Sha thinks that he will finally erupt, and he will hide under the consciousness, but he will see Zong Yue’s eyes and stare at the next boy in the opposite roof.

The moonlight is bright, and under the eaves, there is a thick and faint shadow. In the shadow, the young boy’s color is extinguished. It’s faintly clear, and the person seems to be a little shorter, but the shape is well-proportioned, and he’s not stupid. The sensation of Meng Fu Sha, only staring at Zong Yue, his eyes sparkling and his complex complex.

He said, "Don't be a long time with Mr., it's good lately."

Zong Yue immediately resumed his refusal to retreat, and faintly said, "Tooning the son of the son, good, good." Turning around, some rudely picked up Meng Fu, said, "Well, what is it, don't go back to heal?" ”

Meng Fu shakes that grievance... Please, the tempered person is you, it is you who stop and chill, and you hate people to complain, so that you are shameless.

Hey, son? Xuanyuan son? Not the first passer in this second round final? It is said to be the disciple of the New Moon? What is the relationship with Zong Yue?

I felt that the boy still stood in the same place and watched them silently. She curiously struggled back from Zong Yue’s arms and suddenly saw the light of the boy’s eyes flashing under the moonlight starlight.

Meng Fu shakes it.

That is tears.

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One of the top ten people killed in the smoke, and in the middle of the sky, the people and the people put together, even forced to escape!

This is not to be the most shocking news during the Zhenwu Conference. It was spread at the speed of the wind. The participants of the Zhenwu Conference were trying to find the mysterious teenager in the night, but the night was full of troubles. Only in an instant, the two sides moved fast, and no one saw the appearance of Meng Fu’s shaking. The people arranged the leaders of the Zhenwu Conference and arranged them again. Even Yan’s dust was on the line, but I did not expect it to be Meng Fu’s shake. .

At this moment, the young master of the smashing squad is lying in bed like a dead dog. He was fed by the Mongolian doctor Zong Yue, and it was obviously internal injuries. The Mongolian doctor found a **** mouth that was thicker than the hair. Very serious, said: "This wound needs good health care, oral administration and external application, massage to speed up the efficacy." So Yuanbao adults volunteered to use it to stick the juice of the juice juice claws to help Meng Fu shake "massage", Meng Fu shake a palm Shooting the fly, shouting, "Zong Yue, you are in a bad mood, don't take me out."

The voice did not fall, Zong Yue immediately put down the medicine bowl, straight back and did not go back, Meng Fu Sha and Yuan Bao adults kneel on the bed, the claws in his mouth, looked at him with a dull look, half Meng Supporting the Yuan Baobao adults, "Hey, the mouse, Zong Yue is not a big aunt?"

The ingots who have the experience of the big aunt come to shake the head very disapproving. It personally feels that it is more than a big aunt? Eighty percent aunts came together.

When Zong Yue went out, the cloud marks came in. He always waited at the door. He looked at Zong Yue’s anomaly in his eyes, but he did not like Meng Fu’s curiosity. He only picked up the medicine bowl and said, “If you don’t drink, it will be cold. ”

Meng Fu was depressed and had to scream and drink. The cloud marks looked at her with a sigh of relief. "In the afternoon, you are missing from the end of the test. Let us find it. The first thing to go is the swallowing dust, almost and constant. The Wangfu guards fought one, who knows that you rushed out again... What happened?"

Meng Fu smiled and said, after she said that she had been killed by the internal organs of the smoke, but the mind was not completely lost. After Yan Chen’s locks her in the cellar, she gradually became awake, mostly because of the moon’s sake. The body grows brighter and brighter, like a tidal wave, gradually rushing through the trapped meridians. When the smoke comes in to kill her, she is about to recover. She is blocked by Yan’s dust and finally comes to normal. Give the smoke a kill.

After the cloud marks quietly listened, he sighed and said, "You are injured now, what should you do in the third round?" He meditated and suddenly reached out to shake the pulse of Meng Fu.

Meng Fu Shao immediately shrank and stood guarding him. "What?"

Looking at the look of the cloud mark silently, she suddenly realized, "Do you want to give me the skill to survive the third round? You are crazy, how do you protect yourself if you encounter a master?"

Cloud marks are easy to say,"