My Script is a Supporting Role

The eyes moved to the first seat, the old monsters of the spring breeze, the eyes of Mo Chen became more and more sharp.

"I thought it was just a thick and shameless, my heart was a hot generation ..."

"I can't think of it, actually change to this extent!"

Long-Yangyang a few glasses of wine, more intentionally, the air hair, looked at the mum dust next to, the more Ibahiness is difficult to resist, stroke, tired of sound: "Mo Xiao brothers, come to the dragon brother."

Others still see the disciples of Changyunmen, who is toasting Longyang, know that the door is handshake, and you will find it, and find someone else to drink.

Mo Chen lightly puts his hand and went to the front of the dragon.

Long Chongyang laughed too much today, the fat powder on his face fell half, it looks that the spot is refurbished, the more ugly.

Looking at Mo Chen over, Long Yang Yang reached out to take him.

"Come, let the dragon brother are happy!"

Mo Chen's mouth is slightly raised.

"Snapped!"

A heavy slap in the long face of the dragon.

There are countless fat powder to fly, a clear and unparalleled five-finger red print, appearing on the face of Longyang.

Mo Du wiped his hand on Longyang Yang, and smiled: "How? Not happy?"

Even those disciples from Changyunmen are also awkward.

"The door is recent ... I like this kind of adjustment?"

When Longyang has just been extended, it will be bound to half empty, and the eyes are amazed.

what's going on?

"Snapped!!!"

Another more heavier slap on the other side of the dragon, and then leaves a five-finger red print.

Mo Chen has a laugh, but there is no smile, "Happy?"

Long Changyang finally returned to God, and the eyes were in the eyes, "" You dare to hit me ... "

The voice did not fall, Mo Nu, a few continuous slants, did not leave.

Long Yangyang half face quickly and tall, severe pain stimulated his tears, mixed with lipids on his face, flowing out a darkness and quirky mark on the ugly face.

Long Yuyang is incomparable, and it is very amazed.

You can be a master of a fifth!

Wu Qiao's repair is, do not dare to shoot in front of himself.

In the eyes of this unreasonable boy, I was hit by a palm, and I didn't even have the room for dodge.

How is this going?

The dragon is boiling, and the whole body is very angry, and it is condensed on the right palm.

When you have a palm, the palm is taken by Mo Chen.

Long Yangyang only thinks that Mo Chen's finger seems to be like five steel clamps, and the dead card has lived.

Five fingers, the hand of the Longyang's hand, the pain of the drill heart, the pain of the drill is not allowed to make the dragon and heavy sun.

"what!"

Mo dust is cold, it seems to have no pain in the pain of Dragon, once again.

"Gomy!"

After the quotation crumble, a right palm of Long Chongyang has become complete in his hand.

"what!!!"

Long Yang Yang hurts cold sweat, and even the screams have become sharp.

At this time, the Changyunmen who is drinking in drinking is not too strong.

When the door is happy, it should be a teenager to be a boy!

How did it change today?

Li is finally repaired by those ordinary disciples, and the wine glass will fall, the big voice: "The disciples heard!"

"The door is dangerous!"

"Speed ​​assembly!"

A long-lasting disciple is like a first waking up, and it has lost the wine glass, and brush it out of the blade.

Li was holding the sword all his hand, the sword was lingering in the sword, but he saw that Longyang seems to be made by Mo Po, and I dare to go forward.

Long Yangyang has changed, screaming: "Kill him! Come on, kill him!"

Li is still alleged, but the Changyunmen disciples next to him have already rushing up.

"kill him!!!"

Mo Chen's hand is still not put, and the other hand blocked the golden light, waving between, and hits it.

A five-claw Jinlong has appeared in Mo Chen's boxing, and the golden dragon scale is shining in the night.

The dragon body with a roaring wind thunder, rumbled, directly hit the opposite population.

"boom!!!"

More than ten people were rushing in the front Changyunmen disciple, the blood mad, the sternum was broken, fly out, heavy, and it was still no longer moving.

Chapter 248 Heroes! Rao!

The fragmentary long sword is dropped.

Everyone stunned on the spot.

This……

Is that the "unpaired" juvenile priest?

The disciples who have been knocked down just now, from the ventilation to the understanding of the insights, but no one can take a little to resist.

What kind of repair is going to do?

Dragon's Chongyang was shocked, and it almost forgotten.

The fresh and bright big mouth opened to the extreme, and at all times.

Mo Chen is cold and stood in place, gently releases the dragon.

Dragon Heavy Yang This is really looking at what you can't see. It's really want to cry without tears.

"You ... who you are!?"? "

Mo Chen said bluntly: "I am your farer!"

Did not talk, but kick it directly to the chest of Longyang.

Long Yang Yangqiang painful, full body, rolled up a swellwater, with his body, drunk and drunk:

"The disciples are listening to me!"

"No matter who, as long as you kill him, I will mention him as a deputy door!"

Long Yangyang drunk, Chang Yunmen's disciples seem to have hit a chicken blood, and the sword is rushing up again.

Just now, Long Chongyang was clamped by Mo Chen. Everyone still had some motto, and now Long Chongyang has been separated from Mo Chen's control. They have no counsel, and they will attack Mo Dust.

Even if this boy is very strange, this is more popular.

One or two people's impact, can't you still win this teenager?

Long Chongyang tears a piece of broken cloth from the clothes, and wrapped the injured right hand.

He has done enough to be soft enough, try not to encounter the injury, but it still hurts forehead sweating, and the eyelids do not happen.

Moreover, since the palm is directly crushed directly, there is no bleeding, it is not bleeding in the damage, and the blood can't be can't come out, and it is stacked in the palm of your hand, so that the palm is swollen with a bear.

"hateful!!!"

Long Chongyang double is an angry and is stunned, and it is mad: "I killed him!"

"Broken corpse !!!"

Mo Chen didn't make it in the trick, but it took directly into the people in front of the pentium roaring.

In the face of insights, the long sword spit the sword, and straight straight straight.

Mo Chen is actually a fear, both hands are flourishing, directly grabbing the sword light.

"Gram!"

The long sword touched the palm of Mo Chen, just like hitting the hard steel, it was actually broken.

The horror in the eyes of the disciple has just risen, and Mo Chen's fist has been in his chest.