Boss-gege Excessive Spoiling

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The principal of the Crystal Palace is a male repairer named Sheng Zhenzhe. Jin Dan later cultivated it as a general, but it is a natural root of Tianshui, and it is more natural and powerful.

Mr. Sheng’s brother looked at a few people in Ziweitiangong District, and was a bit surprised: “How come you are so few people?”

The windy month sadly said: "I am in danger, I am not good, my cultivation is not high enough, I can't save them..."

The eyebrows twirling, the beautiful and beautiful 眸 透 reveals a trace of pitiful, shoulders shaking, slender body seems to be crumbling, can not afford the weight of sadness.

Sheng Shi brother’s throat rolled, and his heart floated a little distressed. He reached out and held her shoulder. He whispered: “This is not your responsibility, don’t blame yourself, I will help you.”

"Thank you, Master, you are so good..."

When the wind and the moon slammed the brothers, the remaining disciples of Ziwei Tiangong did not notice, and they saw the scattered people in the city at a glance.

When they landed, they immediately sorted out their clothes, raised their heads with high anger, and held their hands, and the imposing manner went to the past.

Then he screamed with sympathy and compassion.

"Oh, Daoyou, how do you get hurt? You said that you should practice well, or how come to this point? Need us to help?"

The people in the scattered city were unable to lift their eyelids and said: "Thank you for your friend, we are fine."

"Don't! We are all kind!"

Several disciples of the Crystal Palace also came together, hippie smile.

"The foggy sea is not dangerous to us. It is not necessarily for you. We all know that you don't have to swollen and fat, everyone is sincere, is it good?"

The people next to the Beast Valley watched coldly, not blocking the front, but they did not fall forward.

The people in the city repaired the city again and again: "No need to use it, we are a little tired, rest and rest just fine... After a while, the enchantment is open, and everyone has to go in and find the transmission matrix. We really don't need everyone to care, really."

The more they say this, the more people do not believe, the smile is three-pointed about the seven-point sarcasm, pointing to the few disciples who are on the ground and picking up their eyebrows, laughing:

"Don't be so unfamiliar. Everyone is a monk in Zhongzhou. Help each other! The road in the fog is hard to find. You certainly haven't found much resources. Going out with the elders is not easy to explain?"

"Otherwise, we will give you some treasures, save you from being scolded by the elders, okay? Have you collected a few bags of baby? Our sects are full of five!"

In the face of the elders, these disciples are afraid to show their own ingenuity.

However, this is a mysterious situation. The outside world can't see the situation inside. Many of them are hiding in the courteous appearance and they are sour and bitter, and slowly rise to the surface.

"really?"

The monk in the Sanctuary City suddenly burst into tears and grabbed the disciple's hand. He was ashamed and sincerely thankful:

"Thank you for your willingness to help. In fact, we have not collected much supplies, and we have barely filled 20 Qiankun bags. If you are willing to help us get 30 bags, we are really grateful!"

Two or twenty bags? !

The faces of everyone are stunned.

"Yeah, we are moving to Qiankun bag. If I am tired, I will rest here. I didn’t expect everyone to be so kind, willing to help us... Hey, Daoyou! Daoyou, how are you going? You Why don't you ignore us..."

Ask Xiancheng.

The elders of the top ten sects, Taishang and others, are sitting in the hall and looking at the mirror of the **** of the square.

Looking at the pictures of the exchanges projected out there, listening to the ugly and ridiculous words of the disciples under their own door, their old faces rose red.

No land and no one.