Mixed Miners

There is a long gun and a short knife in the creation of the saint, but the figure is still standing, the old face is more old, and the endless bleakness is revealed in the eyes.

The Promise of the Promise is breaking free from the seal, and it can almost be said that he has no chance of winning.

"The Promise, you finally woke up!" Xuanyuan Tsing Yi slammed into the arms of the Promise of the Promise and cried, and he held his hands in his hands.

This man is the whole of her life. In order to protect him, Xuanyuan Tsing Yi has guarded hundreds of millions of years in this dark and sealed land.

"Creation, I have said that you have no chance of winning this game!" The Promise of the Promise has no expression on her face and pushes away the woman in her arms.

"The Promise..." Xuanyuan Tsing Yi was at a loss, and did not know why this man suddenly became so indifferent to him.

However, the wind is not at all looking at Xuanyuan Tsing Yi, but looking at Yang Ling with a smile on his face: "You said it is good, this day is not a person's day, this place is not a person's land, we are born and free. The creatures, of course, have the right to control their own destiny, no one can take the lead for us..."

"You shut up the old man!" Yang Ling pointed at the Promise of the Promise, and the face of his teeth was somewhat distorted: "The wind is infinite, I ask you, was the death of Xiaoqing intentionally caused by you?"

The Promise of the Promise was returned by the scorpion of Yang Ling for a long time. Although his face was ugly, he nodded and said, "Yes, when you appeared in the seal of the town, I already noticed you. I have the power of destiny, so I know that you are a creation arrangement to deal with me. Xiaoqing’s death is destined for fate. He has been killed by me. I just used that opportunity to bring this between me and the creation. The battle is revealed to you in advance, lest you finally get on this old man!"

"The grievance between you and the old man does not want to know a word, the wind is not the best, tell me the method of resurrection Xiaoqing, or today is your death!" Yang Ling's teeth bite the sound.

He is able to go to the present, in addition to being persecuted by the creation of the Holy Sepulchre, among them, the guilty of the death of Xiaoqing. Now, for decades, Xiaoqing’s Auntie still has not broken free from the pain of the lost woman, often A person is alone in hiding somewhere in tears.

Although Yang Ling knew it, she couldn't help but had no face to see her. She was just an ordinary mortal. She didn't know her daughter's identity, and she didn't know her origin. She only knew that Xiaoqing was her daughter.

"If you want to resurrect her, unless you control the fate!" The wind said indifferently, "And this is the reason why I want to compete with the creation of the destiny. Xiaoqing can not be resurrected one day, I will not stop one day, even if it is nine days. The annihilation of the ash is a death, and it can't shake my belief."

"The Promise, who is Xiaoqing?" Xuanyuan Tsing Yi, standing next to the Promise of the Promise, did not understand what the two said.

"Xiaoqing is my lover!" Feng Limei frowned and said impatiently.

"What?" Xuanyuan Tsing Yi Jiaoqu trembled a bit, his face turned pale.

"Xuanyuan Tsing Yi, let me tell you! The wind-like love is not you at all. He likes Xiaoqing who grew up with his childhood sweetheart, but that Xiaoqing may have heard it before, and he was killed by the wind." Dead, he and your assault turned upside down for nine days to collapse, in order to control the fate of resurrection Xiaoqing!" Yang Ling said loudly.

"Promise, you tell me this is not true, what do you like is that I am right? You said that you want to save before the seal..." Xuanyuan Tsing Yi said that suddenly stopped here, his hands slowly loosen the Promise of the Promise. arm.

She slowly receded, tears falling down her cheeks in her eyes.

"The Promise, you have been lying to me..."

"Yes, I have been lying to you all the time!" There is no slight mood swing in the wind.

"Why? Since you don't like me, why do you want to save me in the Nine Nether Springs, and I am so good to me, take care of me every day, teach me refining and condensing the gods..." Xuanyuan Tsing Yi double-eyed birds with tears in their mouths Said.

"Because you are the daughter of the creation!" The windy mouth of the wind is slightly tilted, revealing a hint of incomprehensible smile. "At first I escaped from the door of order, and the big land did not have my place, the exquisite Saint told The only place I can avoid from your monitoring is the nine secluded springs in the weak waters of the Kunlun Mountains. So I risked my life. As a result, I met the White Tiger Saint in the weak water. I thought he would kill me. I didn't expect him to pretend that he didn't see it. Later, he met you in the Nine Nether Spring. Your identity is destined that you will not be so ruthlessly abandoned and suppressed by the creation. The only possibility is..."

The Promise of the Promise looked up at the sacred sage, with a smile on his face. "The only possibility is that the creation does not want you to die, and you want to completely reverse your destiny. Therefore, use the power of Nether and Reincarnation to constantly resolve the destiny of you. Force ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But just when he was successful, I saw you, and, you told me your name is Xiaoqing, let me think that I have the woman I love the most, so I Decided to save you as a revenge and punishment for him!"

"Haha, creation, you have never thought of it, your favorite daughter died in the early years, you will not hesitate to lose the power of order to force him to become the corpse of destiny, and then use the nine secluded spring to wash the power of destiny, trying to let her Really resurrected, but unfortunately, people are not as good as days. Even if you are in charge of nine days and ten places, you don’t know that your hands will betray you. Not only that, but your beloved daughter and you have become enemies, but you still want to recast. These nine days and ten places, continue your control of high above, this time, I will not let you succeed, since you did not let me resurrect my woman, then today, I will kill your daughter first..."

The Promise of the Promise reached out and grabbed the neck of Xuanyuan Tsing Yi, and a black cockroach broke out from his hand.

"Xiaoqing~" The creation of the Holy Grail changed his face, and he raised his hand and grabbed the past with the Promise.

"Creation, I advise you not to be impulsive!" Promise Saints raised Xuanyuan Tsing Yi.

The face of the creation of the old sage is gray, and the extended arm suddenly stops in the air, and the fingers tremble slightly.

"Promise, you tell me, you are cheating me, right, you tell me, you must be lying to me!" Xuanyuan Tsing Yi did not have the slightest struggle, the beautiful face with endless paleness and sorrow.

"Yes, I am lying to you, I want you to taste the pain when I lost my beloved woman, and I have to pay back a hundred times to let him know that it is impossible to see. The despair and helplessness of saving!" The Promise of the Promise of the Promise.

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