Legend of Fu Yao

When the voice came, the face changed, and Meng Fu shook the voice.

The **** battle of Kitano, how did this happen? In one sentence, she debunked the scam she had worked hard.

Meng Fu didn't even think about it, and he slipped when he slipped.

Unfortunately, the reaction was not bad. The wild words in the north of the battle were in the ears. Her eyes suddenly filled with wildfires that were full of murderousness. The hands stretched out, and the ten-finger nails, such as the ten-handed dagger, boiled openly. The wind whistled and inserted into Meng Fu’s shoulders.

At the same time, she screamed, "You dare to lie to me! Come on!"

In the sound of the drink, her figure was rolled into a red whirlwind, and the golden step shook in the air to form a glaring golden light. Ding Ling’s voice was endless, and the leaves of the land were brought up by her strong wind. Once collected, it instantly turns into a deep purple orange powder, which is scattered.

"Hey."

The long and sharp ten-finger nails are deeply inserted into Meng Fu's shoulders and shoulders. The blood splashes, and the fierce light flashes in the eyes. The fingers forcefully drag backwards, and the big one borrows this plug to cut the momentum of Meng Fu's back.

Meng Fu shook his voice, his body was short and his legs slid forward, and he slipped three feet.

How can I give up, go one step forward, grab the hands of her gods with both hands, and then scream like anger and anger, "Let go!"

A black and red figure is so fast that it can't be seen clearly. The person has not flashed the golden light in his hand. A fine sword slams with a heavy wind, and it is extremely accurate. Killer.

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A large number of guards came up, and the swords and arrows were on the strings, and the black arrows pointed at the battlefield.

裴瑗 喝 喝, "This person smashed the palace! Give me a sigh!"

The battlefield is standing in the ground, the black robe is raging, and the red corner of the horn is like a blast. If the blade is out of the blade, it will be hard, but it is not as strong as the anger between his eyebrows. The eyes are like the deep sea iron, with a spark hit the shackles of the red coat.

"Who dares to move me!"

This voice brought the infuriating spirit of Pan Ran, shocked the flowers and trees, and the green leaves were off the branches. The guard arm in front of the front was so soft, some of the weak skills, the fingers were loose, and the bow and arrow weapons all fell.

The face color changed a bit. At this time, she decided to look at the battle of Beiye carefully. The other person’s clothing was obviously not low. Then she thought of the emperor’s birthday feast, and she could not help but frown and stretch her hand. Lived the action of the guard.

She was retired here, but she was not willing to take a break. He waited outside the clean room for a long time, and gradually found out that he was not right, regardless of the blocking palace lady, kicked the door of the female net room and saw the palace lady posing as Meng Fu’s shaking. Jumping from the Gong barrel, suddenly I knew that I was fooled by the girl. Now I was angry and went to find Meng Fu Sha. He was not familiar with the route in the palace. Today, the defense of the Taiyuan Palace seems to be abnormal, all the way. When I saw Meng Fu shaking the party, I had not had time to catch her, and I saw someone killing her.

The battle of Kitano was irritating, and even he himself did not understand how it would be so angry. Meng Fu shook his blood on his shoulders, and he suddenly felt that his heart was hot.

The woman I caught, I haven’t bullied yet, is it your turn?

The battle of Beiye grabbed the fine sword and forced him to come forward. It is not convenient to bring his Wei Tuo to the palace today. This is not the weapon of his pickpocket, but it does not prevent him from dancing to murderous, and the sword is straightforward. Head, the battle north of the wild channel, "you owe me ten holes!"

After a sigh of relief, he said that he was talking about the hole that Meng Fu shook his shoulders and sneered out. "What about that? You have the ability to dig!"

In the north of the game, the mouth of the mouth is screaming, "Of course!"

As soon as he lifted his finger, the sword slammed into the air, and the golden light was on the line. The water wave was forced to turn around and the front guards turned around. The golden light whizzed, and he only felt that the eyes were extremely bright, and there was something in it. Quickly zoom in and push into the field of vision. I haven't had time to raise my hand to stop. I feel a black front and a cool face.

Her fingers consciously fished, a thin object fell to the palm of her hand, and the tentacles were soft and cold.

There was no pain on his face. He only felt that the wind was cold, and his fingers were not well-known. He looked down and saw a very standard red brocade in his palm, which was the material of his veil.

He raised his hand to touch his face, and his eyes waved to see the horror of the guards around him. He knew that the veil had been painted a hole, revealing his own face.

A black front, a **** squirt.

After disfiguring, she has been wearing a veil, and she has lied to the rash that she can't see the wind. This ruined face has never been seen by her own eyes. She has always hoped that Zong Yue, the world-famous medical sanctuary, Although young, but the legendary figure of the doctors of the fairy valley, the medical skill is rejuvenated, and enjoys a very high status in the continent of Wuzhou. The family has spent a lot of effort to invite Zong Yue, and hopes that the saint hand will cure her face. In the future, there will be another day when you will see people with great color.

Today, this wild man, actually a sword painted a hole in her veil, and her face that she has painstakingly covered, all exposed!

This hole seems to have been dug in the heart, punctuating the old wounds that have not healed bloody, sorrowful anger and anger, a wave of screaming up, a few want to drown her, she screams, even the voice has changed, broken The wire-like puncture suffocates and shocks the serenity.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

The battle of the North Wild Sword is a cross, laughing. "The next hole, poke your mouth that will only scream!"

"Give me a shot!" He took a three-footer and retired to the guards. The red sleeves slammed into the front row.

The bowstring was pulled up, and it was heard in the still air, as if the death was a cold smile, waiting for a feast of blood.

Fighting the North Wild Sword, looking up, sneer, do not look at the slashing arrow array.

One touch, that is, send.

"Shooting!"