Legend of Fu Yao

"Slow!"

With the sound of drinking, two men flew in the distance. When they were tall, they were wearing garrison costumes, and the others were heavy-eyed and eager.

When I saw that one person was my future father-in-law, all of them were Yan and Lie, and their faces changed. They hurriedly tore off their sleeves and blocked their faces.

The sound of the drink was sent by the previous person. He rushed to the front and frowned. "All close up! Whatever!"

The guards saw the boss's words, and they all took up their weapons. They picked up their eyebrows and slowly turned around. They said, "I am blaming me for making troubles?"

"Don't dare." The deputy commander of the Guardian is indifferent to the temperament of the dynasty, and the syllables are stunned. "The county lord drives, and dare not follow, but the county lord ordered me to be a knives, not the subordinates. Please ask the county magistrate to look at my life and life, and I will be angry."

"He?" He turned and slanted against Beiye, and his mouth twitched with a sly smile. "What is he?"

Iron deserted slightly lowering his head, frowning slightly, but his tone was still calm. "Counter, this is the Royal Highness of Heaven, the King of Heaven, is your noble, you are rude."

"You--" He was blocked by him, and he was angered, but hesitated. This person is straightforward, and he is the first master of the Taiyuan Palace. Step down.

In a blink of an eye, Yan Lie has come over. This is her future father-in-law. She is not willing to anger in front of him. She endures her forbearance, screams at the iron and looks at the past.

Yan Lie’s gaze swept over her tightly wrapped mask, and then she opened her eyes, stood in the same place and smiled, and received a slap in the face. She was so proud that she was not proud of this. The ceremony was not fast, but it showed a smile. Yan’s father was greeted by her. Was it a confession to acknowledge her daughter-in-law?

Yan Lie stared at her and laughed with a smile. "The county lord, today's holy sacred life, must entangle in the idle things, and it is not appropriate to mistake the big things."

His tone is calm, but if the smile is profound, the big thing is two words, and the bite is especially heavy.

I heard a heartbeat, and this reminds me of this purpose. She frowned and a little annoyed why she had forgotten the business when she saw Meng Fu Sha. This thought only remembered that she had never heard Meng Fu’s voice.

Just now, I saw that she had rolled over to the next stage of flowers and trees, and then she did not appear again. Then she confronted the battle of Kitano, and the iron came in a hurry. Some words met and the woman was forgotten.

At the same time, the battle of Beiye also reminded Meng Fu Sha, and the cold screamed along the blood of the previous Meng Fu shake all the way down the flowers, the thick eyebrow suddenly picked.

After the flowers, the blood is still there. Where is Meng Fu shaking the shadow?

A cold voice behind him, a gust of wind rolled over, saw Meng Fu shake all traces, his face is very ugly, hateful, "I am there, you can not escape far!"

In the battle, Kitano wildly turned around. He was too violent, and he was wearing a shackle. He was squatting on his face. He only felt that his face was swept by the iron plate, and he was so dark that he could hear the North Wild tone. Cold as ice, "I warn you, there are still nine holes. The king saw a recovery once. You dare to move her a finger. I poke a hundred holes in your body. This king does not kill a woman, but can Make an exception for you!"

He slammed his sleeves and sighed. "This king is not available to you now, this account, remember!"

I looked up and raised my face. I just had to turn my back on my face. The battle of Kitano was once again a hurricane. I hit her right face and beat her, and the battle of the North Field was already gone. Far.

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"Hey Hey hey--"

"You tap, tap -"

"Hey... are you saving people or slaughtering people?"

The muttering sound continued to ring in the darkness, and two pairs of shining scorpions shone in the dark, one of which was the unlucky one.

She just rolled down the steps and rolled into the flowers. She hadn't had time to get up and was suddenly pulled by a pair of steel-like hands. Then she fell and fell into a dark deep well.

When Meng Fu was shocked, he had to resist. The other hand grabbed her mouth and shook her head to indicate that she could not sing. The palm of his hand was slightly rough, obviously the hand of the martial arts man, but there was a noble man in the cool palm. With a touch of aroma, Meng Fu used his eyes to indicate that the other party would not act rashly. The man then let go of his hand. Meng Fu looked around and found that it was a secret room. It was speculated that there might have been a dry well and connected with a certain The secret road, and later was sealed, planted flowers on it, rolled into the flowers, hiding in the well, and pulled himself down.

Feeling that the other party is not hostile, Meng Fu shakes his breath, and the man suddenly pulls over her shoulder, tearing off a few strips on his sleeves, three times and five divisions, and the action is fast and awkward. The wound on the shoulder was wrapped in a blink of an eye.

Meng Fu swayed and prevented the pain from screaming. Before he finished, the man had let go of his hand and turned around without a word.

His back was thin and straight, sinking in the dark like a eucalyptus tree. Seeing Meng Fu shaking quietly, he walked a few steps before, a little faint light came in, sketching the man's figure, wide shoulders and thin waist, still a teenager.

Meng Fu stared at the back and felt a bit familiar.

She looked up and frowned. Somehow, she never liked the claustrophobic space, and she intuitively wanted to escape.

The man suddenly looked back, an extremely handsome face, his eyes were as clear and clear as the ancient springs, his face was slightly pale, reminiscent of the mountains and rivers that were far away from the Cang Dynasty. The eyes were dark and quiet, and they were cold and clear. The depths of the abyss are generally deep, the sky is like a fire, the extreme black and cold, but strangely jumping with sparkling stars.

Meng Fu Sha suddenly took a breath.

This eye... she has seen it!

Xuanyuan Jianpai, Yan Jingchen and her breakup on the second day, she returned to the sword school when the sword challenged the black boy, that one time the first confusing heart, the inexhaustible sparks had exploded in her eyes.

She always remembers.

I don't want to meet him today in a secret passage in the Taiyuan Palace.

The boy looked at Meng Fu Sha, suddenly said, "I just saved your life, you help me now."

His voice is cold, like the thin ice that hits each other in the ice pool, cool, and refuses to be a thousand miles.

"Hey?" Meng Fu shakes his eyes, what logic does this guy have? Where does her life need him to save? War North wild will not sit and watch her being killed. It is her unfortunately dragged down the dark well by him. The result is that he owes him a life-saving grace.

Besides, he is hiding here, his look is dignified, indicating that someone who needs help is a decisive event. She is not a fool and likes to make cannon fodder.

The teenager pouted and looked at her look. Without saying a word, a long sword flashed, and it was already placed on Meng Fu’s neck.

The sword is cold and sturdy. The sword is clear and the water is clear. The sword is murderous like a flying needle. The thorns are swayed by Meng Fu and want to close your eyes.

"I don't ask for people, I don't like to say the second time, don't go, I killed you!"