Niu Fei Zai Xia

When I saw the Xuanwu woman writing Wei Ling, Wu Hao’s eyes were squatting.

In the mind, there was a reminder of the progress of calligraphy learning, and even reached 100% soon.

It can be said that Wu Hao can now imitate Wei Ling's calligraphy, and even her handwriting can be imitated.

Wu Hao was surprised by his physical ability, but knew that this ability was not suitable for performance.

Because if you show your ability to imitate the calligraphy of others in front of people, don't say too much against the sky, even the sects will have to prevent themselves from imitating the handwriting and doing evil.

If there is no warning from the old generals about the lyrics, Wu Hao may not be in the heart. But at the moment, she suffers from a long loss of wisdom, and naturally she has to consider it.

It is an improvement that can listen to other people's opinions and change their habits.

Wu Hao looked at Mu Qingya and wanted to see if she could fight this downfall.

Mu Qingya squinted at Liu Yemei and considered what kind of brushwork he should use if he dropped the pen.

She really has a small amount of calligraphy, but she does not have much confidence in Wei Ling who has also worked hard.

Indeed, calligraphy works have reached a certain level, it is difficult to say that there is a high level.

"If Yao, how about your calligraphy?" Xiaoyun Jiao suddenly came over and asked Wu Hao.

The tension and excitement of a little sweaty Jin Yunjiao so close, the girl's natural body fragrance once again interfered with Wu Hao.

"Oh, I am not omnipotent. Calligraphy is generally a cumulative achievement." Wu Hao decided not to show it.

Actually, she did not say how her calligraphy is. One said that he is not omnipotent. Of course, for example, peace in the world cannot be done. Second, calligraphy is naturally a slow work under normal circumstances, but it is general, and does not rule out the special situation of the evolution of the body.

In addition, Wu Hao considers whether it is necessary to lose this.

The previous two games have won too much, and Yun Yunjiao and other women are looking forward to being too high. At this moment, seeing her self-sustaining, she felt a little regret.

But there is nothing to blame Wu Hao.

Mu Qingya used a gesture to say: "Or, let me try it?"

After Wu Hao translated, Jin Yunjiao nodded without hesitation: "Well, I will not be able to come to you. I am often written by the gentleman and I can’t be jokes."

My own real font is absolutely ugly, Wu Hao thought.

The typing speed is very fast, and it was practiced on the Penguin for many years. However, such electronic digital capabilities are completely unpredictable in this world.

"Xiao Ruoyao! Xiao Ruoyao!" The supporters of the Sword Gate began to shout Wu's name under the stage.

The magical performance of Wu Hao in two consecutive games, especially the large amount of drinking, is very much like the love of the knife door. Everyone expects her to have good results.

Wu Hao shook his head and said that the old general who came to the question with concern said that he would not play: "Sorry, my calligraphy is really not good."

"If you don't get in the way, everyone is very short." The old general did not care. The world has a perfect girl, and he smiled and asked: "So who is the representative of the sickle door?"

Lin Biao of the Scythe Gate is screaming underneath: "Hey - I don't think that the omnipotent Xiao Ruo Yao will have the power to catch up!"

Wu Hao squinted at him: "We are team games. Any team member has his own weaknesses and can also play his own strengths. This is a team."

Lin Biao did not talk back, feeling the chin secretly strange.

Blame it, how do you feel that this girl is a little changed when he first saw it before two hours? How do you feel that you have become beautiful in a short period of time? Is it a question of ups and downs?

The woman whose scourge is suffering is more than ten. Observing the girl’s gaze is naturally sharp and even more serious than the white elders and other sacred people. It is really a bit of a change in Wu’s change.

In this environment of talented son-in-law, such as the metalized voice prompts, Wu Hao's evolutionary body fully feels the charm of competition among women, so the speed of genetic modification is soaring. If it is not the original body is too weak, I am afraid that this change will be seen by the discerning eye.

In the distance, the three elders, the white elders, the elders, and the elders of the elders are watching the bustle.

"This dead girl is really not a worry." White elders shook his head and became angry.

"Fortunately, at least in the third game, she knows how to keep a low profile." The elders need to say: "I don't know if she really has a bad calligraphy, but how do I feel that if she is willing to do it, the basaltic woman will be better than her?" ?"

"I also have this feeling." The elders nodded. "In fact, she is causing trouble everywhere. Maybe it is self-contained. I have seen it in a book, saying that no hero will be born in the ordinary..."

"Hero? Heroine? Is it true that the world's peace is guaranteed by your woman?" The elders smiled and said: "You women always feel that the world is missing and you can't turn."

"If it's like what you said, then what do you two expect from Xiao Ruoyao's growth?" The elder's face pulled down and replied: "You are trying to train the prince of the demon palace to help the lord cultivate this Xiao Ruoyao. I don’t know when I’m thinking about it. If she doesn’t kill the heroine of the prince’s prince, can she still let her be close to her?”

The white elders and the elders were not bothered, but laughed together.

The elders said: "I am really worried about it. In the event that the prince of the demon palace had Xiao Xiaoyao lost, what should I do?"

The elders said: "Why don't you think about it, Xiao Ruo Yao of our sect, who is obsessed with the prince of the demon palace?"

"So I decided to make a daily appointment with her~www.readwn.com~ The white elders are deeply guarded.

"Or, let us take the niece with her? Xiao Ruoyao is Qingling, and they are also somewhat retroactive." The elders suddenly remembered.

"..." The elders did not answer, but suddenly frowned: "Xiao Ruoyao does not say literary words, it is a good work to export into a chapter, and it is also a masterpiece. Such an amazing level, not like a farmer's origin... You said, this Xiao Ruo Yao, will it be Xiao Yan?!"

This sentence said that the white elders and the elders of the elders were suddenly shocked, and suddenly there was a cold sweat on their backs.

In the event that the lord taught Xiao Ruoyao Zongmen Town, the mountain gongs were free, but she was the spies of other sects, even the people of the Tianhou Palace...

This possibility can't afford it!

"I personally went to Qingling." The white elders took the initiative and decided to "handle the elders, elders, and I will pick up Xiao Ruoyao’s family and verify that they are correct, so that they can stop the trouble!"

Here, the white elders and other people chatted with horror. On the stage, Mu Qingya was slightly blushing and writing with a little nervousness.

Juan Xiu's brushwork was unfolded, and several large characters in the hanging pots were on the paper.

Two posters were unfolded and affixed to the wall of the platform.

The comments from the top and bottom of the ring continued, and they held their own opinions.

In general, Wei Ling and Mu Qingya's words are difficult to distinguish.

The female doctor saw the left and right left and right, and stopped in front of Mu Qingya's copybook.