Martial King’s Retired Life

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Stop immediately after speaking, not just asking a few words out of etiquette, but being deterred by the manner of the person in front of you.

The stature of the teenager is very high, almost only shorter than the tall flower non-flowers-some are differences that can be ignored when standing together. But no matter its slender hands and feet, the dry chest is almost directly associated with the word 'chest cavity', like a pale face that has endured hunger for a long time, and it is creating a weird picture.

The blood on the ground was still dry.

Being-fist—or not to be a punch, Hua Feihua failed to capture the moment of the shot at all.-The storyteller who had scattered his head was bloody, and even his mouth was bombarded with indescribable violence. Rotten meat, can't tell which ones are plasma and which are belly fields.

With its thin and fragile appearance, how could one never imagine that in such a crumbling-looking body, there would be a powerful force that could instantly create such a Shura field.

He is very young.

It is the degree that can be seen at a glance. It's not just the facial features that haven't been fully developed-the boyish childishness, no matter how tall his body is, it looks like +4 or 5 years old. More directly evidenced by those eyes.

Those eyes are unique to young people.

Lianhua Feihua felt a little weird. The impulse, enthusiasm, flying, and rebellion of young people cannot be seen in these eyes. But Hua Feihua intuitively believed that the soul under this body belonged to a teenager.

Perhaps it is in the eyes that occasionally can be seen in the chaos, such as the star-like frost, as if it is the only sign of silence in the dark night, so that Hua Fei Hua seems to have seen this river and lake Many children have grown up in misery. It is concluded that his age does not conflict with his apparent age.

But seeing this does not make Hua Feihua calm.

It's not unusual to be young.

It is not uncommon for a 13- or 4-year-old boy to make his debut today. Not to mention those with a name and a name that people can remember, that is, he Qingqing himself, why didn't he start to become a gentleman on Liang Liang when he was four years old, and since then-go and never return.

What makes people stupefying is still that terrible martial art.

At this age, it can be practiced like this-physical martial arts is the most difficult to teach people to calm down. If this child is not the top family in Wulin, or a disciple with a few masters in the world, he will never be ordinary.

Hua Feihua has a knight dream.

This is probably the knight he aspires to.

With a martial arts skeleton that is incomparable, he is naturally a martial artist. Fascinated by strangers in martial arts, he was selected as a disciple and taught to marry well. To be repaired down the mountain, from then on, white clothes win snow, coming and going like the wind.

When the road saw unevenness, the sword came out, and the plum blossom incense buried the sword-man bone. When things go, I hide my strength and name.

Looking at him is like seeing that his dream is realized in someone-like.

Watching him raise his hand to get rid of adultery, the calm and calm attitude would not have been a half-burnt chicken leg in his hand, it would be-the appearance of a young boy.

Kouyimu

Another reason why Hua Feihua couldn't keep asking, is also here.

This martial arts high-quality young warrior is too edible.

After the boy raised his hand to kill, he didn't ask the scene Wei-moving objects to spend nothing, and didn't manage to get ** unconscious boat passengers in the cabin.

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I ran to the **** kitchen and brought about a dozen pounds of beef sauce, dozens of sesame cakes, and two old wines. Incidentally, the cook also made the rest-and brought it back. It doesn't disappoint cold wine and cold dishes, nor use chopsticks to write down. Just reach up and drink. In the body of Tang Menqi, Hua Feihua was stunned, even a little hungry.

He noticed Hua Feihua's eyes, and the young man who professed to be 'Ming Fei \' punched him.

"I eat up, you feel free."

The tone is flat, but the content focuses on a word.

Finally spoke to him-words, Hua Feihua came back to God,

"Xiao Xia sees injustice to help, my surname is Hua. But it is very poisonous in the lower body and will soon pass away. There is one thing to entrust

The boy suddenly raised his hand, and Hua Feihua only felt a pain in his lower abdomen, and the whole person rose into the air.-Large mouth blood was sprayed on the board of the ship, and the blood that slammed from the ground was bright and red, but it had a foul odor and the person wanted to vomit.

Hua Feihua fainted and turned to know where tonight and tonight, subconsciously went to the ground-touched, caught the hidden weapon that had just hit him half-life.

It was a chicken bone.

"Fuck you little devil !! Throw me this thing !!" The words that were spoken were unexpectedly loud, and the itch that had been tangling the body just disappeared at the same time. Looking at the blood on the ground again, I realized that just now the teenager was helping himself to detoxify.

A chicken bone made him walk around in front of the ghost gate, and Huafei spent a great sigh of admiration, and then he rejoiced that he had recovered a life.

"Thank you

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