Man Huang Feng Bao

Tian Qiaohong Zixia's pretty face, all red, and red to the ear, shy and angry.

Send you a doll, Ye Chuan, how to listen to how uncomfortable, is this not a face-to-face cheaper?

"This is what I specifically sent people to go downhill to customize for you. Why, don't you like it?"

Ye Chuan sighed and pushed the puppet doll to the front of the goddess Hong Zixia. He said sincerely: "Zi Xia girl, I know, you have opinions in my heart, and I don't want to stay in my cloud, but I also really No way, now, Yunwu Zong really needs to burn the stove. You can rest assured that as soon as I complete the task, I will return it without delay."

"Hey, who made it for me, who is it?"

Tian Nuhong Zixia stunned, but carefully looked at the white fat puppet doll, I really liked it.

This puppet doll is white, tender, black hair, clear and bright eyes, small mouth, and the two small dimples on the chubby face, all look so cute and lovely. There are so many puppets on the market, but they can be carved into such a thing, and it is rare in the world. It seems that Ye Chuan seems to have really spent a lot of thoughts.

The goddess Hong Zixia looked more and more like it, and the subconsciously reached out and touched the puppet doll, and then squeezed it from time to time.

She likes it, and the old enchantress who is attached to the puppet doll is mourning. Fortunately, he was once a master of Tuen Mun, a master of the world. Before I was alive, I didn’t know how many women, but now, but in turn, I was touched by a woman. I was also forced to scream by Ye Chuan. It felt like I was still in trouble for 70,000 years!

When I am finished, I still don’t know how much grievances I have to suffer, how many wrongs I suffer!

The old enchanting wants to cry without tears, and the heart has a very unpredictable feeling, so go on, I don’t know how many times to be Ye Chuankeng.

I knew that possession of a monster is also a thousand times stronger than a puppet doll, ten thousand times. Always being held in my arms by a woman, I still can’t say anything, when will it end?

The gas is returning to the air, the blame is blasphemy, and the thing that Ye Chuan commands, the old enchanting still has to do it. Haotian female Hong Zixia did not pay attention, quietly took out a small bottle from the apron and spilled a whole bottle of liquid on the ground.

Tian Nuhong Zixia has been wary of Ye Chuan, secretly paying attention to the latter's every move, but there is no precaution against the white and tender puppet doll. Who can think of a cute puppet doll so black?

"It doesn't matter if you believe it or not, as long as you like it, Zixia girl, stay here, slowly you will like it here, like the cloud sect. Freedom, more powerful than the level of the demon gate." Ye Chuanyi The face is sincere, but the dark puppet doll has a sharp thumb. As it turns out, this puppet doll is much better than the six-winged golden dragonfly. Although the trip to Longyuan is dangerous, the harvest is also gratifying.

"Hey, I want to compare with my demon door. You are still far away from the cloud."

Tian Nuhong Zixia returned to God, her face was cold, and she put down the white and tender puppet doll, slightly indulged, and said: "Hand over the burning stove, I went directly to Beijing to help you kill Daqin Wang, so that You don't have to worry about the task that King Qin Wang has pressed down. How?"

A murderous murderous eruption broke out from the body of the female Zihong.

Ye Chuan looked at the goddess Hong Zixia and looked surprised.

Going to Beijing to kill Daqin Wang!

This woman has a big tone, a heavy murder! Is this going to be a generation of assassins from a generation of heavenly girls? It’s just that a woman might not be able to do anything, plus an unbelievable old enchantress?

In Ye Chuan’s mind, a scene suddenly emerged.

On the bustling official road of the capital, Daqin Wang’s horse team is far and near, and a beautiful everyone is holding a cute puppet doll to walk along the road. When the carriage of Daqin Wang passed by, the carriage suddenly fell, and the air flashed through the sword...

Ye Chuan is also somewhat tempted, but after a moment, he abandoned this unrealistic thought.

To assassinate Daqin Wang, it is not a matter of dare or dare, but it is impossible to see it. Only the goddess who has always been unable to get used to it is so bold. To put it bluntly, it is to kill the decisive, and it is sloppy to say it.

Who is Daqin Wang?

The monarch of the Daqin dynasty, who dominated the earthly emperor of the Tianhuo dynasty, did not know how many strangers were there. I don’t know how many masters. The ordinary Zongmen came out of the nest, I am afraid that it is impossible to get close to the big Qin Wang’s car and it is easy to kill him. As a goddess, even if the assassination does not reveal the identity, Daqin Wang does not necessarily dare to treat her, unless there is full control to deal with the demon gate and the white hair. But for other people, you will die!

"How, Ye Chuan, don't you dare?" Tian Zihong Zixia asked, his eyes staring at Ye Chuan using the radical method.

"Zi Xia girl said, laughing, I can wait for people in cultivation, how can I easily intervene in the world, and it is a major event to assassinate a generation of monarchs. The assassination is small, and the handling is not good, it is necessary to cause great changes, the souls are smeared, and their own disasters are added. "Ye Chuan smiled."

The goddess Hong Zixia blinked, and the accident did not continue to ask. I did not expect Ye Chuan to have such insights. After a while, the nose suddenly moved slightly. "Hey, what is this smell?"

I have been thinking about how to let Ye Chuan surrender the goddess of the burning furnace. Suddenly I feel that there is a trace of strange fragrance in the cave. Suddenly, my heart is alert. But she didn't wait for her to explore what was going on, and there was a song coming from outside the cave. With the slight rustling, it seemed that someone had come over.

The song is ethereal, like coming from above nine days, and it is like the wind coming from afar. It sounds like a woman's singer, but also like a sorrowful grief of a lover, the remnant of the sound is inexhaustible. Listen carefully, and you can't help but indulge in it, and your consciousness will pick up.

The eyes of Tian Nuhong Zixia are slowly sluggish, and Ye Chuan is the same. As soon as I listened to it, my consciousness was paralyzed.

"Master is careful, this is a sound attack, a very powerful kind of sound attack, there are masters!"

An old, hoarse voice suddenly sounded in Yechuan’s mind.

Lying on the ground, the white puppet looks cute and cute, and the little hand quietly touches the handle of a short knife from the apron. The smile is on the outside and the murder is hidden.

At the crucial moment, the old enchantress screamed and said something.

Is that the Kraken?

That's right, it's her, finally coming!

Ye Chuan woke up and smiled coldly. The lingering light of the eyes swept away the purple-yellow gaze of the goddess who fell to the ground with consciousness, and did not move, pretending to be the same, closing his eyes and falling down, and deliberately fell to the side of the goddess. Quietly looking at it, just to see the beautiful face of the beautiful woman, looking down, is the white neck and slender neck, then the turbulent waves of the chest, and the deep ditch that makes you breathless.

Awesome, is the older of the teacher, Zhu Sijia, or is it bigger?

In Ye Chuan’s mind, a very shameless thought suddenly emerged. Then, he quickly ruled out the distracting mental defense.

The footsteps of Shashasha came to the mouth of the cave, with a touch of water, a breath that only the sea has.