Legend of Fu Yao

Solved Xuanyuan, who was almost the leader of the position, and forced him out of the top ten.

All thought that there is no suspense in a contest, the three moves must be resolved, it really is three strokes to solve, that is, lose or lose a lot.

They opened their mouths, squinted, and looked at the Meng Fu Sha, which was fixed on the stage in the style of pulling the wind. No one thought about saving the winner.

Yan Jingchen stood there, watching the back of Meng Fu Sha, who had never sat down since he just stood up. Meng Fu shook the first move, he was black, and the giants flew away. The plank hit him on his lap, and he was stunned by the dead wood.

When Meng Fu shakes the last round of the game, when the whole stage is full of the compelling daylight, his short-sounding "ah" in the exclamation of others.

That sound exhausted all the last strength.

Others don't know that he is familiar with the thunder, but he understands that the trick is to break the nine!

Far above the thunder and smashing, the world’s first big and unsatisfactory method is more than a hundred times more precious than the thunder!

Shake... shake...

Yan Jingchen didn't know what he was calling, and the heart sank a little bit of pain, sinking deep into the heart, the pain that smashed the liver and cracked the lungs, deep into the bone marrow, and he couldn't breathe when he was sore.

Those who make smart choices, those who make mistakes and mistakes because of wrong choices, those that are written early in destiny...

"You will regret it, sooner or later."

"puff--"

Yan screamed a spurt of blood, splendidly opened on a dusty ground.

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Yan was shocked by vomiting blood, Meng Fu’s sweat, but she pulled out the vest a little bit. She felt that she was approaching the fire, and that the feeling of being in the abyss but completely powerless made her look black, she Raised his eyes, looking for help from the loser, Xuanyuan that silly boy, but only knows that his eyes are crying.

Helping life... Although this posture pulls the wind, it will kill people for a long time...

Suddenly there was someone close behind, a faint ice-like man's cool taste, a cold-cooled palm holding her, calm road, "tired, let's go."

The palm of his hand was stable and powerful. Through the infuriating heat of the snow and ice, the rapid progress of the blood from the meridians quickly smoothed her hot and **** anger at the moment, and the violent temper of the body rushed and calmed down slowly. The trickle slowly falls into the sea, and then she feels that she can move.

She is alive.

Meng Fu shook a sigh of relief, grateful to tears, and turned back low, "cloud marks..."

At this critical moment, he was sitting far away from the stage, and he couldn’t see his own look. He even saw his danger!

The true gas transmission of this hand-to-sick medicine has helped me to cross the most difficult crossing point for forcing a leap-forward. If it is not the hand he has touched, she will be a winner on the stage today. After death, it must be marked: the king is over-excited and violent.

The cloud marks are only shallow to her, and the sparks of the stars in the eyes are full of brilliance, such as a colorful star river. In such a gaze, there is joy for her victory, and there is a comfort to see her through the difficulties. .

He is the kind of man who lives far away from the mountains and listens to the river. He is empty and strong, and his fingers are hit, and the jade is clear.

He took her and slowly walked to the right side of the stage.

"Take me."

"The luck is on the left, I will take you to the right."

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Meng Fu Sha, who was pulled back by the cloud mark, has inevitably become the most powerful figure in the capital of the capital. All the people in the capital are talking about the biggest and most bizarre black horse of this year, and she is the strongest. Master Xuanyuan was out of the game. After the victory, he stood on the stage and couldn’t help it. This rumor even the Yuanbao adults heard several times when they went shopping with Tiecheng. They came back to be happy, and they laughed at Meng’s heart, so they couldn’t understand. Meng Fu Sha was still stupid to accompany him to laugh, the more happy the mouse, decided to tell the master.

After a few days of recuperation, the wounds were not good, and the hard-working dark horse had to be pulled to the court. The last round of the palace of the Zhengyi Hall was compared. When Meng Fu’s three people arrived, they found that although there were not many spectators on the temple, the temple side was surrounded. A full circle of screens, those translucent screens behind the beads around the green, ringing the jingle, the fragrance of the micro-send, charming and pleasant, crowded clusters do not know how many beautiful ambush, vaguely heard the sound of Yan language:

"Come on, come on."

"Look and see!"

"Don't squeeze me -"

"Oh, you step on my foot..."

When Meng Fu shook in, the beautiful people rushed, and they all looked in one direction. Some people disregarded their identity and stood up and fanned around their faces.

Meng Fu shakes that happy, and finally she became a famous bird. She strode from the temple and pouted, and waved to her own admirers.

The "worshipers" glanced at her and turned their heads.

......

Meng Fu swayed, stupidly standing in the temple, and suddenly heard a cry, "Have your hand -"

The group of people turned from the inner hall, faintly stern, and majestic.

When Meng Fu shakes this sound, he will not go too far. She suddenly thinks of a serious problem. It seems that she still wants to salute the war. Really depressed.

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She was dissatisfied with her small head and wondered if she would use any method to escape from the war to the south. The hand is folded? Is the tail vertebra injured? The corner of the eye aimed at a group of people slowly going to the temple, sitting in the front hall on the main guest seat, it seems to have let it go, it is a group of Sven scum, and after hearing the screen, the turmoil is fierce, women, you take my skirt, I tear off your socks Belt, chaotic into a group of chilly, can not help but more angry, mother, and a group of flowers!

Then she suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The gas field is wrong!

Non-human!

Also, in the corner of the corner of the eye, on the right side of the temple, the square purple silver embroidered plaque, is it?

She was stiff, her neck was straight, her bones creaking, and she turned her head.

In front, on the upper steps of the hall, before the screen of the dragon inlaid with a gold-embedded jade seat, one person is half-side and talking to the war Nancheng, purple gold crown, Bi Luo belt, light purple silver dragon robe, black hair like ink skin like jade The sculpted copper mask covers his contoured half face, and the exposed eyebrows are still shining like the gods.

Feeling the contempt of Meng Fu, he smiled and turned his head, and the eye wave turned around her. Meng Fu suddenly felt that the whole body from the inside out, including underwear and underwear, was hooked by the small hook in his eyes. After the hook is over, I will not give up. The elegant, lingering, Huaguang overflowing, graceful, irritating, hateful and insulting... smiles at her.

Then Meng Fu shaked his ridiculous voice, and passed through the hall of the farthest, quietly introduced into her ear.

"Shake, I think you think hard."